The girl was about 15~18 years old, wearing a Bavarian-style princess dress, a white headscarf on her head, and a wide and heavy skirt and lace hem almost buried her.

As for the looks, it's a bit hard to describe.

She's not the type that makes people feel amazing at first glance.,To be precise, it should be the kind that looks ordinary at first glance but is very cute when you look closely.,It's a type that is intriguing.。 Every part seems to have been carefully sculpted, and the most striking thing is her big bright eyes, which feel like a pool of clear water.

Noticing the sound of the door opening, she looked up from her book and quietly glanced at Ann, much like a squirrel holding a hazelnut, her eyes full of curiosity and a little wariness.

He saw that the girl was holding a book with 'War and Peace' written on it, and a cup of black tea still steaming on the coffee table in front of him.

"Hello, I'm An Yizhi, and I'm invited here as a guest."

Ann greeted with a finger.

"Hello."

The girl nodded, her big eyes looked An Yizhi up and down, as if she was assessing whether he was in danger or not, and then said:

"Anasta. Baker, too, was a guest. ”

After a brief greeting, there was a silence between the two.

An Yizhi really doesn't know how to get along with his sister, and he doesn't know what to say after saying hello.

No wonder except for Lin Linglin, no girl is willing to stay with him for more than ten minutes. What the? John, you say? Ann didn't look at her as a woman......

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Ann Yizhi wanted to find another guest to ask for some information, but the girl named Anasta focused on the book after saying hello, which was really a bit of a no-nonsense.

There was no way, An Yizhi had to go to the bar and search for clues on his own.

"If you're looking for something to keep the cold out, I recommend the bottle of Scotch whisky under the shelf, but don't drink too much, you'll get drunk."

Anasta said without raising her head, and Ann pointed down to see that there was indeed a bottle of Scotch whisky.

An Yizhi unscrewed the bottle, found a clean glass from under the counter, and gave himself some whiskey, and then said:

"You seem familiar with this place?"

It's impossible to find the exact location of the first time you come back from a large pile of drinks.

"Hmm"

The girl didn't explain, and replied with a soft hum.

This girl is a bit of a literary girl, she doesn't like to talk much, An Yizhi doesn't know any clever pick-up skills, he still waited for the girl's explanation, but he didn't expect that people would be finished with a sound, so he could only scratch his face in embarrassment and said:

"Do you know anything about treasure hunting?"

This sentence made Anasta look up from the book:

"I don't know."

With that, she continued to look at the book, which was as thick as a brick. I really don't know what's so good about that thing, Ann has seen the movie version of War and Peace, and he is almost asleep just by watching the duration......

More than 400 minutes, can you believe it?!

Unable to get more hints through conversation, An Yizhi had to find it himself.

He walked out of the bar with his glass in hand and walked to the bookshelf next to Anasta, who looked up at him and ignored him just by looking at the bookshelf.

The shelves are stocked with all kinds of prose readings, and there are no reference books or purely academic books, so it seems that this little book bar is just for people to relax.

He glanced at the names on the spine of his ten lines of readers, most of which he had only heard of the names but had not read, and many more had never heard of the names at all.

However, he didn't pay much attention to this, but focused on finding out if there was any disharmony, usually such places were put by the system with clues and hints.

"Miss Anasta, do you read the books on this shelf often?"

"I see it when I come here occasionally, but not much."

The answer was steady, and Ann couldn't ask anything, so he had to continue to focus on the bookshelf.

These books have varying degrees of wear, representing the number of times the owner has flipped through them, but when An Yizhi pulled out a few books with serious wear and tear out and looked through them in detail, he still didn't find any clues.

The clues for this dungeon are a bit tricky......

Maybe the plot hasn't started yet, and the system doesn't want the player to get too many clues that will cause the later plot to be too boring, but it's a bit of a trick to find nothing.

But it's not like you can't find anything, at least the girl named Anasta in front of you must know something.

She claims to come back occasionally, but she doesn't act like 'occasionally' at all.

When our ancestors were in an unfamiliar place, 'restraint' made their attention sharper and more focused, helping to avoid danger and find food.

But this girl didn't see any inhibitions at all, she seemed to be very familiar with everything here.

An Yizhi picked a random book, and walked to the sofa next door with a wine glass, and he decided to test it again:

"Miss Anasta, do you know the painting in the hallway that disappears on its own?"

"Know"

Anasta looked at the book and replied:

"It was one of Mr. Edward's works, and he liked this kind of magical machine to outsiders, and the painting that came out of the staircase would change its pattern automatically over time, sometimes it was a self-portrait, sometimes a landscape."

Hopefully, it's just 'like magic' and not real magic......

So far, An Yizhi has not found any clues about the existence of supernatural factors, nor has he found any clues about unspeakable things, but he really dare not relax, maybe when the system will come to attack suddenly, such a bad thing The system can definitely do it.

"Can you tell me a little bit about Mr. Edward? I don't know much about him. ”

There is plenty of room for manoeuvre, and not knowing much can be interpreted as knowing nothing but the name, or it can be considered a sign of modesty.

Anasta didn't answer directly, but asked with a finger towards An:

"Aren't you going to read this book?"

An was stunned, he took this book just to find a topic, he didn't plan to read it, and he didn't have the time to spare.

Seeing that Ann Yizhi nodded, Anasta got up from the sofa and put the book of War and Peace in his hand back to the bookshelf that Anyi had casually taken.

Does this girl have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

But then again, An Yizhi misestimated Anasta's age, she is not tall, I'm afraid she is less than 1.5 meters, at best the level of a junior high school student, but the heavy clothes make her look relatively mature.

Putting the book back in its place, Anasta sat down again, picked up the teacup and said:

"Mr. Ann, what story do you want to know about Mr. Edward?"

"Let's start with his life, and I'm curious about what kind of experience it was like for someone who could make such a sophisticated automaton."

Anasta nodded, and in a crisp, flat voice, began to tell Ann about Edward. The story of Pickles.

Listen to what she says, Edward. Born in Switzerland to a watchmaker father, Pickles was a man of exceptional mechanical engineering from an early age, and it is said that the watches he made by the age of 13 were already sought after by many nobles and big businessmen.

Like a genius born for machines, he was awarded the Grand Cross by the French government, settled in England, and was received and knighted by Queen Victoria.

After the age of 30, Edward was not satisfied with the manufacture of precision machinery such as clocks and watches, and began to develop in other directions, and began to study automatic machinery born from clocks and watches.

It didn't take long for him to appear in the public eye with a new invention, a life-size puppet that could play the piano, which simply caused an uproar.

And that's not all, I heard that he also built an all-metal bird that can fly freely, a car that can drive without any fuel, an automatic recorder that can convert dictation into words, and so on, a series of magical machines.

Listening to Anasta's description, An Yizhi felt that this guy was almost the same as Lu Ban in the ancient Celestial Empire, this is no longer the category of black technology, it is alchemy at all.

On second thought, these rumors are likely to be exaggerated and not to be believed in their entirety. After all, there are geniuses in reality who have created things far ahead of their time, and the most famous is Leonardo da Vinci, who is simply an alien.

Speaking of Edward. Pickles, Anasta seemed to be in high spirits, and didn't give Ann a chance to interject at all, and kept talking like a cannon.

It seems that this girl admires Edward very much, and she is completely a little fan girl.

"It's almost time."

Anasta pointed to the window and said:

"Mr. Ann, pay attention to the clock."

It was a golden, gem-encrusted metal elephant, about a dozen centimeters tall, with a tower on its back, and the tower was topped by a common round dial.

As the hands slid into the hour, the elephant suddenly raised its trunk and let out a long cry similar to that of a real elephant, and its ears flapped back and forth. If you look closely, you can see a vague figure walking around the tower behind it.

This has completely gone beyond the realm of timekeeping tools and has been sublimated into a work of art.

"Interesting, right? This is just a small piece by Mr. Edward. ”

Anasta smiled brightly, and it was clear that it was indeed a genuine smile.

- Click!

- Boom Rumble........

Just then, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a powerful flash of light shot out of the room, making Anasta's smile even pale.

–‐‐——–‐‐——

Leaving the recreation room, Ann Yizhi continued to walk around the house looking for clues, but the girl named Anasta did not plan to leave, and after saying goodbye, he came to the hallway.

The harvest was quite bit, at least he knew something about the owner of the mansion, but he didn't find any hints from the system.

This copy does not show any hints or clues that may be dangerous for the time being, and judging from the information that Ann has gathered so far, there is nothing too worthy of caution except for the somewhat strange will left by the owner of the mansion, Edward.

But the more this happens, the more uneasy An Yizhi becomes.

Think of the mountains, the storms, the mansions, the treasures, plus a bunch of guests who come here......

If this is an immortal, it is called wonderful!

But it's useless to think about it now, even if Holmes is reincarnated, he can't handle the case without any clues, not to mention An Yizhi, the middle two plus the dead house.

But don't worry, the house is big anyway, and there are many places that have not been explored.

Because of a delay in the entertainment room for a while, An Yizhi considered that Tu Hongyu might have gone up to the second floor, so he directly skipped the second floor and ran to the third floor.

By the way, the painting hanging in the hallway hall has really changed as Anasta said, and now it is a landscape painting of the sunset of the harbor, and Ann pointed at it a few times and felt that it was nothing special.

After confirming that the door of the mansion was unlocked and that he could open the door and run away at any time, An Yizhi walked up the stairs to the third floor.