Chapter 79: The Duke's Wish

Zhou Qi hardly touched the food in front of him.
She took a sip of wine, it was really just a little bit.
Because when the cup was held up, the duke sitting at the table looked at her very strangely.
Where is the weirdness?
It's as if he doesn't want to see it, but his eyes don't listen, he just wants to turn around ...
There is a very uncoordinated stiffness.
With one glance, he continued to laugh and talk to the two candidates around him.
But Zhou Qi was scared enough.
As soon as her lips were stained with wine, she hurriedly set the glass down.
The dinner ended at 10 in the evening.
The maid led the way and led the guests back to the room. In this way, Zhou Qi has no snacks.
"Xiao Zhou, are you okay? Why is your face so bad?" Zhao Jiatong asked worriedly.
"The mask is blocked, can you still see her face?" Gao Qi was addicted to alcohol, and his tongue was big again.
"Which lips can't be seen?" Zhao Jiatong arched him out. "You go."
Bewildered, Qin Chen walked ahead, turned around and looked over.
"what happened?"
Zhou Qi hesitated for a few seconds.
A ridiculous thought came to her mind—just now the Duke looked at her as if to remind her not to drink.
But this is really ridiculous.
The Duke, as the topic npc, is really not like a good person, and will give her such a reminder? Even if she was really reminded, she would be reminded of her alone?
How can she do it? Nowhere.
In addition, the big guys in front of them have a casual attitude towards food and drinks. They eat it when they eat it. They may have rich experience and strong strength, and they don't care if there is any problem.
Gao Qi drank especially much.
At this time, they told them that wine might be a problem. Isn't that right?
Zhou Qi swallowed the words again, shaking his head and saying, "It's okay. I just don't like it here. I'm uncomfortable after a long stay. I'm a bit afraid."
Yang Shu said coldly: "Don't eat or drink, hungry."
Zhou Qixin said that I was really not hungry ...
But the aggressive lady did not want to mess with her, and nodded, "Maybe."
Zhao Jiatong kicked Gao Qi: "Did you not go to the rest place before you came? Did you buy food?"
"No." Gao Qi drew a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said innocently, "I bought this."
"... I want you to use fart." Zhao Jiatong said, "It is wine and smoke, can you have the same good habits?"
Gao Qi was accustomed to her, and she was not angry, she just surrendered and said, "Okay, I don't smoke, okay?"
He said, and shoved the cigarette into his confusion pocket.
"Well, here you are."
Bewildered: "I don't smoke."
Gao Qi took out the lighter again and stuffed it together: "I haven't seen you smoke it, but aren't you always used to bring a bag when invigilating?"
"Why?" Zhao Jiatong was curious.
Although it used to be the person following the examiner a, not everyone can be so familiar with a.
Anyway, Zhao Jiatong had been a little afraid of him before. Curious, but afraid.
Gao Qi replied, "I don't know why."
He said, and secretly pointed at the examiner a himself.
Doubt did not look up.
Gao Qi gave a hand to Zhao Jiatong and said in a lip: don't ask, I probably forgot why.
So there is really no solution to brain failure.
Gao Qi and Zhao Jiatong sighed.
Confused holding the lighter, he was about to put it in his pocket, and two long fingers suddenly stretched out beside him, grabbed the lighter and took it away.
Just looking at the hand also knows Qin Chen.
"What are you doing?" Asked Yuzu.
"A little curious, check it out."
Qin Chen walked side by side with him, dialing the lighter between his fingers, and suddenly asked, "Is anyone borrowing fire with you before?"
Maybe his voice was too low, or maybe he was close.
Confusion moved, as if almost forgotten things were brought up, and suddenly there was another impression.
He looked at the gadget in Qin Chen's hand: "How do you know?"
"Because you asked me, don't smoke."
Qin Chen said, looking up at him.
Confused for a moment, he took the lighter back and put it in his pocket: "You said you don't smoke."
Qin Chen stopped, wandered and walked ahead.
Gao Qi and Zhao Jiatong mixed his mouth and looked up, wondering, "What's up? Why are you stopping here?"
Qin Chen rubbed his empty fingertips and looked up and said, "Nothing, think about something."
"What is it?" Gao Qi turned his head and looked around: "Did you find anything?"
"It has nothing to do with the examination." Qin Chen paused and said, "a little personal matter."

The Duke's wine aids sleep.
Everyone quietly changed rooms after returning to the house, and soon became sleepy.
At midnight, the castle was silent.
Steward Douglas, holding a lamp, stood in front of the door of a room on the second floor and knocked a few times.
After a while, the door was opened.
The man scratched his hair and asked dimly, "Who--"
The old housekeeper's flesh drooped and his face was old. The light from the oil lamp hit his face from the bottom up, shaking the door opener and waking up completely.
He was not someone else, it was Zhang Pengyi who was late for the dinner before.
"Steward, Mr. Steward?"
Douglas nodded and said, "I'm sorry sir, I disturbed you to sleep."
Zhang Pengyi rubbed his face hard, his fingers trembling gently.
He didn't want to sleep.
The Duke's question scared him at the dinner. He and Jia Jia were both scared. They didn't plan to sleep at all, but they slept inexplicably, and now woke up inexplicably.
"Yes ... is there anything?" Zhang Pengyi glanced into the room.
It was strange that he woke up, but Jia Jia still slept heavily.
This was not the case before, and Jia Jia would wake up when he turned over.
Douglas said slowly, "I don't know if your husband still remembers, Lord Duke said, I have something to do with you at night."
In this sentence, Zhang Pengyi's bladder rose.
"Can it be daylight tomorrow?"
"Sorry, I think you'd better go now."
Zhang Pengyi glanced at the corridor again.
Many people lived in the castle, but it was very quiet at the moment.
Neither human language nor snoring can be heard.
He remembered the Duke's reminder at the dinner, as if all the people living here would automatically fall asleep at night.
Not only that, but the servants who stayed outside the door during the day also disappeared.
The fire in the corridor was mostly extinguished, leaving only the shaking light in the hands of the old housekeeper.
Zhang Pengyi's cold sweats came down.
He was anxious and opened his mouth, "Help!"
The word "ah" didn't come out, and the slow butler's face suddenly stunned, and an iron rod fell on his head.
Zhang Pengyi's call for help came to an abrupt end and fell to the ground.
On the big bed in the room, He Jiajia seemed to be deaf, still asleep, ignorant.
The old butler returned to his expressionless face, reaching for Zhang Pengyi's collar.
The skin on the back of his hands was wrinkled, and the pale background was covered with lilac tendons.
Obviously old and thin, he was able to drag Zhang Pengyi to the ground without changing his face.
From the second floor to the first floor, a rustling sound of cloth and ground rubbing in the corridor finally stopped in front of a bedroom door in the West Tower.
The old housekeeper knocked on the door.
The duke's voice came from inside, very light and dumb: "Is it Douglas?"
"Who else, Master."
"You are a bit slow today."
"Sorry, sir."
"It's ok."
The door creaked open, and the two male servants held the doorknob expressionlessly, as if the old housekeeper hadn't seen him dragging someone.
The duke stood there wearing a mask.
Obviously it was midsummer night, but he rubbed his hands like he was afraid of cold.
"It doesn't matter, I have the most patience with you in the world," said the Duke softly. "What can I do without you?"
"I am always here."
Douglas dragged Zhang Pengyi into the huge bedroom.
The Duke followed him, still rubbing his hands in a huff, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a little like the people in the painting, and ... not exactly.
He said to the manservant without looking, "Go out."
With two orders, the two servants closed the bedroom door after going out.
Douglas threw Zhang Pengyi into an armchair, slowly holding a pile of candles, one by one.
The duke stood in front of the armchair, took off Zhang Pengyi's mask, and pinched his chin to look.
He snorted and said, "I don't like this face very much and you broke him."
"Sorry, sir."
"It's okay, you can leave him alone. But I don't like his figure, either." The Duke opened his collar again.
He coughed a few times, his lips were bloodshot, and said regretfully, "Never mind, I can't hold my heart."

Zhang Pengyi suddenly felt cold, and then had a splitting headache.
He faintly heard the voice, and suddenly a stimulus opened his eyes.
I saw myself sitting in a strange room, surrounded by Bai Sensen's candles, and some dead branches.
He didn't watch the TV series less, and thought of something magical like medieval witchcraft.
But the thoughts cleared up in the next second.
Because fear prevailed-he found himself unable to move.
The old butler, Douglas, stood outside the circle, but the Duke stood in the circle, right in front of him.
The opponent leaned down and stared at him through the holes in the mask.
Zhang Pengyi smelled a strange smell.
Decaying, cold ...
The duke smiled.
If you look closely, you will find that his smile is very stiff, so he does not control well, and can only touch the corner of his mouth.
"Look at me," said the Duke.
His eyes were bewildering, and Zhang Pengyi became inexplicably confused.
"Good guest, would you do me a favor?" The Duke asked softly.
Zhang Pengyi opened his mouth.
His lips and brain seemed to be separated. He wanted to say "No", but his lips were obedient to say "OK".
He struggled with himself, his eyes rolling up in the struggle, looking wretched and pathetic.
The Duke murmured again and muttered to Douglas, "It's uglier."
Zhang Pengyi did not hear it.
He felt the strength on his chin tighten again, he saw the other's eyes again, and then all the struggle stopped slowly.
After a moment, he said dumbly, with an empty voice, "willing."
The Duke laughed. "Thanks a lot."

There was a muffled noise in the bedroom, like something stuck in the flesh.
It took a while to stop.
Then there was the sound of a thin cable being towed away.
At the corner stood a complex mirror, and the duke stood in front of the mirror, wiping his fingers, and looked at the people inside.
He changed Zhang Pengyi's dress, his upper body button was open, and there was a fine bloodline around his neck and waist, like uniform stitches.
Douglas buttoned him.
"I thought about it," said the Duke. "I wouldn't use his face anymore."
"What about the gentleman's wife?" Douglas said. "They can be seen to be loving."
"Love ... that would be better," said the Duke, "let's try it later."
The Duke touched his chin again and said, "This face still needs to be replaced as soon as possible. I don't think it's very obedient for these two days."
While talking, he rolled his eyes nervously and moved his neck about two times.
It's as if ... his head is struggling.
The steward said, "I see, sir."
"It would be too much trouble to piece together like this. It would be nice if there was a perfect guest." The Duke thought for a while and said, "I'm lucky this dinner. I see two such guests. If there is one of them Who can go against my requirements and make a few small mistakes, then it would be better. "
"I hope they are unruly people," the steward answered, "I will pray for you."
The duke raised his chin and asked the housekeeper to push the button to the top.
He glanced at the housekeeper and said, "Douglas, your body is too old this time. When can you replace it?"
Douglas: "Wait for you and your wife to reunite."
The duke's eyes softened and said, "Hurry up, doesn't it mean that the guest's wife and he are very kind? Then my Eliza will be back soon."
He turned to Douglas again and said, "When you change back to your young face, I want to find a painter, add a few strokes to those oil paintings, and draw you up."

The night was darker and the sky was overcast.
Several thunders rolled over, and the rain that had not stopped for a long time started again.
The stone walls became moist, and water vapor formed long marks.
Douglas returned to the door of Zhang Pengyi's room with the oil lamp.
He said to those behind him, "You go first."
The Duke, wearing Zhang Pengyi's gown, entered the house and went straight into the bedroom.
He Jiajia curled up in the quilt and slept deeply.
The duke sat down beside the bed, took off the other's mask, and looked at her sleeping face.
In his chest, the heartbeat became fast and anxious, and he closed his eyes and felt it.
Say to Douglas: "Very good ... very good, I can feel ..."
There was another circle of white candles beside the bed.
The duke's eyes were much softer.
He patted He Jiajia's face lightly and said, "Dear, wake up."
The person who was asleep last second really woke up.
She half-closed her eyes and asked vaguely, "Peng Yi? Why are you up?"
The Duke stroked her face, looked down at her eyes, and said, "Wake up, look at me with your eyes open."
"Yes, exactly."
"Good girl, would you do me a favor?"
...

The thunder suddenly became louder.
On the third floor directly above the bedroom, Zhou Qi suddenly woke up, her heart pounding.
Suddenly she dreamed of her separated boyfriend, who was standing in front of a huge dressing mirror, wearing a dress in an old castle, and holding the mask taken off.
He looked pale and said to her, "Qiqi, I'm a bit cold ..."
She wanted to walk over, but the other person said a little bit, "Don't come over, don't look into my eyes, sleep well, it's cold here ..."
Then she woke up.
Zhao Jiatong next to him had a light fragrance of red wine and slept deeply.
Zhou Qi sat on the bed for a while, his body suddenly cold and hot.
Thinking of her boyfriend's words, she lay back again.
Instead of touching the bed, they slept on the carpet.
She opened her eyes and watched the water vapor sliding down the wall.
It's as if someone is crying ...
She flinched and closed her eyes against Zhao Jiatong.
...
At three in the morning.
A cellphone alarm sounded in the room near the East Tower on the third floor.
After the incident, I was stunned.
It continued after a few minutes and was choked again.
...
Wanderer finally pulled his arms and opened his eyes.
He got up with his stomach full of gas and frowned and looked away.
Qin Chen stood next to him and looked down at him: "If I don't wake up, I will take drastic measures."
Yuzu closed her eyes for a moment and finally sat up.
With a low pressure, he said, "What do you want me to do? I set an alarm."
Qin Chen shook his phone and pointed at the screen and asked him, "Do you mean this alarm that rings eight times?"
Bewildered: "..."
With a paralyzed face, he touched the empty trouser pocket, and Qin Chen said to him for a moment, "Why is my phone in your hand?"
"It's too noisy, I stole it."
Qin Chen stooped and said, "Since you are awake, the things belong to their original owners."
Of course, they would not wear gauzy gowns to sleep, only white shirts and trousers inside, pockets close to the cheekbones.
Confused as someone withdrew his finger, the phone came out of his pocket.
...
Gao Qi took the jacket out of the bedroom, and saw Youyou got up from the animal skin bench, and her eyes pushed the mobile phone into her pocket.
The dress here is also a long boot. At first glance, it really looks like the original proctor.
Gao Qi froze a moment and said, "It's the same boots. Why are your legs long and straight? I'm panicked ..."
Bemused looked up at him.
Gao Qi felt that he couldn't say anything good, and interrupted quickly: "Forget it, when I didn't say that. That ... want to harass the Duke now? How do I think this idea is so stingy?"
"You don't have to go," said Confusion.
Gao Qi felt that there was a crack in friendship.
He was trying to persuade him for a few more words, and a man suddenly jumped down from the balcony.
Zhao Jiatong said to them: "Don't be too busy harassing the Duke, first save your companion's life."
Confused for a moment.
Zhao Jiatong pointed to the side and said, "Xiao Zhou is not quite right. Please take a look?"
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