C18 Last Dinner(17)

Wai Heng touched the door of the castle. The intricate patterns made him dizzy. He thought he would have to work together to open the door, but as soon as he touched it, the door opened enough for one person to pass through.

Chung Jingchen pushed open Wai Heng, who was blocking the door, and took the lead. There was something extra on the sofa in the middle. The corridors on both sides were still dark, as if they could not see the end. Compared to outside the castle, the coldness inside seemed to have invaded from the bones, making people's hair stand on end.

Chung Jingchen walked to the side of the sofa. A book with a white cover was neatly placed on it. It was covered in gold, and it looked very new. There was not even a speck of dust.

"What is it?" Wai Heng picked up the book and put it into the pocket of the white coat without a word. Chung Jingchen almost felt that this white coat was a hundred treasure chests. Not only could he take out the mask and tape at any time, but he could also store all kinds of things.

The living room was eerily quiet. There was not even the slightest bit of popularity. It was as if the thrilling experience they had just experienced was just a dream. He was just scaring himself.

The footsteps on the stairs were heavy and forceful. Wai Heng and Chung Jingchen bent their backs and turned their eyes into a pair of chicken eyes as they looked up. They were afraid that they would bump into lunatics who had yet to regain their rationality halfway.

An oil lamp was placed at every corner. The swaying flames would occasionally hit the sides of their faces. Wai Heng took off his gold-framed glasses and wiped them. His eyes were cold and his lips were almost in a straight line.

He put the glasses back on and pushed them up. The figure in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar. He had a guess in his heart that the person walking in front of him was no longer Chung Jingchen.

The darkness shrouded the Dragon-Li Cat's trick of changing the crown prince. The corner of his mouth was filled with malice from the abyss.

Wai Heng felt his heart beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat. The person in front was still urging him. His voice was no different from Chung Jingchen's, but Wai Heng knew that under such circumstances, Chung Jingchen would not speak so recklessly.

He put his hand on the handrail of the stairs. Every step he took was extremely difficult.

Would Chung Jingchen meet someone like him? Did he notice anything wrong?

His heart felt like it was being twisted by a machine. With blood rushing to his head, he took three steps at a time. Using the advantage of his natural long legs, he distanced himself from Chung Jingchen and jumped up the stairs with the help of the handrail.

"Chung Jingchen" shouted his name from below. Wai Heng felt the quiet wind blowing past his ears. He did not dare to delay for even a moment. He forced himself not to look down to see what was going on.

He felt something crawling behind him. Compared to the few nights he spent in the mortuary during his internship, this was the first time Wai Heng felt fear.

The stairs seemed endless. Wai Heng felt that his wrist was sore and swollen. He could not even see the end of it. It was as if he had walked into a dead end.

He stopped and walked to the place that looked like a wall. He pushed with his hand and pushed his hand into the wall.

He raised his eyebrows and walked in. A small white dot in the distance pointed him in the direction he was going.

It was as if he was stepping on a soft grassland. It felt like he was about to sink in.

The white dot moved faster and faster, urging him to walk. His surroundings gradually became clear.

It was a sealed storage room. The shelves were full of walls, and there were some messy things. Wai Heng even saw the old socks on the porcelain jar.

The room was brightly lit and illuminated every corner. It actually had a warm feeling. There was a contracting iron bed on the shelf and several worn clothes hung on it.

Wai Heng shook off the clothes, and the dust choked his mouth. It went into his throat and unceremoniously stirred up an itch.

Although his clothes were a little tattered, he could still see that it was a gorgeous tuxedo. The place where the walking stick was placed on the wall was already full of holes.

A table and chair were placed right in the middle. On top of it was an unlit oil lamp. Compared to the castle, although this place was messy, it was more like a place for people to live.

Wai Heng temporarily forgot about the strange things and started to flip through the books on the shelves. As soon as he flipped through the books, they fell off like flour and dyed his shoes in a different way.

After flipping through a dozen or so books, he found that they were all literary and artistic works. Wai Heng frowned. His hand touched the innermost book. If this book was of no use, he would not bother flipping through it. Even his hair had turned to dust.

What he pulled out was a thick notebook. The thread-bound notebook couldn't tie the rotten paper. At the beginning, it was just a trivial matter, like a diary. Sometimes, he would write some expenses.

Wai Heng flipped to the back. The handwriting was completely different from the previous one. One was upright and generous, while the other seemed to be drawing symbols randomly. It was mixed with a large amount of vulgar language. There were no heads or tails of complaints and anger. There were only circles that were written all over the page. It was messy and messy.

Wai Heng turned to the middle and saw the complete transformation of the handwriting.

He saw that there was a page that wrote: Today is Sunday. He is really no longer obedient.

When he saw a small sentence that had no clue, Wai Heng frowned even more, as if he was going to bury the dust in the folds.

He put his hand on his shoulder and whispered in a low voice.

Wai Heng saw the words on the book: He betrayed me.

His eyes fell into endless darkness, and his consciousness was swallowed up, drowned in his shrill laughter.