Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 8 Horror Story Meeting

San Layton District, Uptown, East District, it has many names, the most appropriate name is still the noble district.

Standing on a high hill facing the sea in the east of the city, the aristocratic district is tightly protected by the traditional old-fashioned city wall. Except for the [-]-degree cable car laid along the avenue, from a distance, there is almost no trace of modern industry. trace.

Here, the carriage is the real upper class, and the driver of the car is the lower class.

Even if the street lamps are incandescent lamps that use electricity, they are also shaped like traditional kerosene palace lamps.The slightly dim yellow light penetrates through the treetops, leaving mottled silhouettes on the floor tiles.

Dorothy Salon is located in a small villa on the edge of the noble district.

Compared with the manors of real nobles, the garden in front of the main building of this villa is not that big, and the circular vestibule can barely park eight carriages, leaving an aisle for the carriages to go out.

Through the iron gate opened by the servant, as soon as he got out of the car, Mark heard the melodious music faintly coming from the salon.Unlike radios with strong electronic noise in this era, this sound is more pure, clear and melodious.

Well, it's the sound of the gramophone.

A middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper greeted him, bowed and saluted with a smile.

"Monsieur Destiny, my lord can't wait to hear the story of your great adventure."

Mark 'recognized' an old acquaintance: this was Dorothy's butler.

Mark responded with a smile: "Hope me and all the distinguished ladies have a good evening."

"Most definitely."

Walking up the three steps along the red carpet, the door full of glazed glass was opened by the waiter.

mark:"……"

Galian: "..."

The soundless silence lasted less than half a second.

"newcomer?"

"Yes, sir. My name is Galian." The dignified captain stepped into his role, but God knows whether there is 1% sincerity in that humble attitude.

Mark nodded his head as a greeting, and walked inside.

Looking at the back of Mark entering the room, there was an inexplicable taste in Galian's eyes.Suddenly, a hand came over, and Galian hesitated for half a second, but didn't move.

"Crack!" A slap on his ass.

The one who hit him was the butler of the Viscount Dorothy just now.

The housekeeper was quite satisfied with Galian's lack of resistance: "Boy, it's not that you're not handsome, but it's a pity that you are more suitable for the 'Ladies' Night' organized by Dame Anastie next door."

When Galian thought of the 130-kilogram lady next door with a wrinkled face that could hold soybeans, he suddenly wanted to throw up his lunch.

This is the sorrow of the times. The more peaceful the era, the less popular the sunny macho is.

In the next second, four rolls of banknotes were stuffed into the inside of the belt on Galian's back waist, almost falling into his trousers.

"Be good at the story tonight." Those were the words the butler dropped.

This is like the staff of a haunted house in an amusement park. When they see a couple coming, they naturally know what to do.

This is an additional fee.

It's just this way of tipping that made Galian feel even more ashamed.

Mark didn't know about this scene.

Although the original owner had been here many times, it was actually his first visit.

Between the pillars on the right side of the spacious corridor is a glass window with a height of two people. The light from the street lamp in the distance penetrates into the colored glass, casting dazzling light and shadow on the wall on the other side.

On the left are large oil paintings close to the level of murals, with a style similar to Impressionism, which outlines the unchanged scenery of this port city for a century: either the stormy waves crashing on the shore, or the ancestors of the St. Dhow sailing through the waves.

On a low table between two oil paintings, a phonograph with a loudspeaker in the shape of a morning glory plays melodious music.

The wall lamps in the corridor also have a western-style classical atmosphere, resembling the shape of blooming crabapple flowers. Because of the color of the glass, the incandescent lamps present a yellowish reddish light and shadow.

In this atmosphere, it seems that the entire corridor is covered with a veil. Walking inside, there is a sense of trance that has traveled through a time tunnel.

At the end of the corridor, the waiter pulls the brass handle, revealing the true appearance of the salon hall.

"Mark, here you come."

In the nearly [-]-square-meter hall, a blond lady in a black dress leaned on a chaise longue made of red velvet.She is not considered a peerless beauty, but her appearance is better than many class girls.

The coiled hair at the back of her head, as well as where she sits, speaks volumes about her identity.

"Good evening, Ms. Dorothy." With a charming smile on his face, Mark took the other's hand very naturally, and gave an elegant hand kiss.

"You were the first to arrive."

"this is necessary."

Mark sat down in the guest seat and began to chat with Dorothy about things.

Not long after, three young ladies from different baron families arrived one after another.They are Yalde, Giadilly, and Anwena respectively.

The arrival of a group of young ladies made Mark feel like he was dreaming of going back to the university campus to watch the beauty pageant of the Department of Flowers. He would definitely not be blinded like watching Miss Hong Kong. At least it was considered a seductive level.

Considering that there are no evil ways such as eye opening and micro-plastic surgery in this world, in fact, they need to give them extra points.

In addition, the girdle is very unfriendly to women's bodies. In this era, it is one of the biggest magic spells for women. At least in a short period of time, it has the ability to transform terrain.As long as it is not strangulated or even suffocated, its existence fully proves that beauty can be obtained at a small price, and this formula is valid.

After Mark greeted the three, Dorothy's butler came.

After greeting everyone, he cleared his throat: "For tonight's story meeting, according to Mr. Destiny's request, we have made some... special arrangements, so that the ladies can experience the experience personally. "

"Really? I'm looking forward to it even more." Miss Yaldair looked surprised, and everyone nodded.

"Please don't worry, it's just a program effect. Our servants are at the edge of the hall. As long as anyone shouts 'I can't take it anymore, please turn on the light!', we will immediately terminate this program." The butler raised his hand, The four waiters dressed in black put on a black hood in front of their faces. Except for their two eyes, they were completely black.

Countess Dorothy chuckled, and raised an envelope in her hand: "This is an adventure story meeting, and it's also a test of courage. The most timid one will receive mysterious punishment afterwards."

"Ooooh! Definitely not me."

"Anveena is definitely out first."

"Hmph! I won't!"

A group of Yingying and Yanyan teased each other.

The housekeeper waited for them to finish playing, and continued: "In addition, there are some small props, all of which have been specially treated."

The butler took out a toy sword and scabbard apparently made of rubber and handed it to Mark, along with...Mark's dead revolver.

Mark smiled: "The inside is a firework bomb made of a very small amount of gunpowder."

He pulled the trigger casually, and there was a flash of fire from the muzzle of the gun, and a sound like a falling cannon.

In order to be cautious, he even opened the drum in public, showing that there was only a little gunpowder thick as a fingernail, and there were no empty ammunition, let alone live ammunition.

Mark smiled: "Then... the story will begin."

"it is good!"

The eyes of the ladies were filled with complex emotions of excitement, excitement, and a little bit of fear.Due to their status, they have no real freedom, and this kind of salon is already a rare entertainment for them.

Of course they came here today to see Mark, which did not prevent them from taking the opportunity to vent their suppressed emotions for a long time.

Mark and the four ladies sat around the four-meter-by-two-meter long table in the middle of the room. In front of everyone, Dorothy's butler stood at the other corner of the table, wearing a pair of pale white Mask, humming sound from behind the mask.

According to the script received in the afternoon, Mr. Butler, who acts as the GM and helps to play a guest role, said: "Gentlemen and ladies, the night of the deserted castle adventure horror begins now."

As the voice fell, Galian, the 'waiter' who was on standby at the side of the hall, pulled down the electric switch. Since even the windows were drawn with thick curtains, the whole room was suddenly dark.

Just as the ladies hummed softly, a ray of light rippled on the table.

It was the light of a portable gas lamp.

Of course, it was impossible for the dim light to illuminate this nearly [-]-square-meter hall. The weak and constantly flickering light barely extended to two or three meters away, and nothing could be seen any further.

Even those chaise longues four meters away, you know they are there, but you can only see a blur if you try your best.

Even though the ladies were already very familiar with the furnishings of this salon, a sense of fresh excitement surged from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Even the oldest Dorothy sighed softly.

At this moment, the atmosphere and the expectations of the four audiences were full at the same time.

This is a bit like the script killing that Mark played before time travel, but this time the four ladies are purely acting as audiences.

The butler picked up the script and said in a slightly passionate voice, "Mark! Have you seen this majestic and deserted castle? Wealth and mystery are waiting for us."

"But, Parker, where is the Earl's bedroom?" Mark continued to endorse.

At this moment, the housekeeper who played Parker seemed to be about to speak, when a rustling sound suddenly came from their right hand.

"Ah!" Goya Dilly yelled softly, and immediately covered her mouth with her hand.Under the dim light, she nodded shyly, indicating to continue.

The ladies don't know the script, the two gentlemen do.This is the bitter Joseph tied a large handful of branches and leaves on his buttocks, and crawled on all fours at the edge of the hall.

Not to mention, even if the person involved knew what was going on, it still sounded scary.

Mark's mind could not help but raise the ghostly appearance of "Broken Demon".

He suddenly laughed at himself: There is a whole team of night watchmen in this house, so be afraid of ghosts!

The butler also seemed to be muttering in his heart, and he kept saying, "What's that sound?"

Mark looked around: "Wait, where is my classmate Ruth Fang?"

He picked up the lantern on the table, and turned the lamp around with his arm, as if he was really looking for his inexplicably missing companion.

At this time, the four ladies had already entered the state and were a little scared.

Some of them covered their mouths with fans, and some held the hands of their companions, looking trembling.

As if to reassure the ladies, when Mark returned the lantern, the butler placed a saucer in the middle of the table in view of everyone, and placed it on a white thing.

In the dim light, wispy white smoke could be seen swinging away.

It was silent, like an indescribably creepy fog in the dark night.

In fact, it is a piece of dry ice, which is solid carbon dioxide.This is something that can be made from simple substances such as baking soda and vinegar, and can also be used as a fire extinguisher.

In this atmosphere, even with kerosene lamps, a feeling of darkness spread immediately captured the hearts of every audience.

This time, even Dorothy, who was the most daring, joined the other three girls in sneaking her chair closer to where Mark was.

"Wait! Who? What's that voice?" This should have been a line in the script, and Mark couldn't help but tremble when he read it.

On the other side of the table, the butler suddenly jumped onto the table with all fours.

There was a "crack" sound as crisp as fried beans from the butler's neck.In front of a man and four women, the butler's head and the pale mask on his face slowly turned 180 degrees...

(End of this chapter)