"have a good rest." Mrs. Gree slowed down her tone. "Let's discuss tomorrow how you want to live here." After giving these warnings, she packed her things, closed the door, and locked it with a click. Strange guy. Leng Qing's mouth twitched. Mrs. Glee gave her a complicated feeling. Logically, she should have been extremely wary of her in such an unfamiliar environment. However, since she had used some "deductive" reasoning to uncover almost all of her past, she suddenly became friendly to her. A person with precise logical thinking cannot be a madman. Especially the last warning. If you want to do something bad to her, there is no need to make up such a statement. She wanted to go to sleep, but she had just slept twice, one of which was a long sleep, so she was not sleepy at all. Modern people's habits made her get up and look for a place to wash up.
In the corner, she found a copper basin stacked on a chair. There was clear water in the basin and an oval mirror above it. Not knowing whether the brushes nearby were for cleaning the mouth, she simply wiped her face with water, carefully avoiding the area covered by the eye mask, then scraped her teeth with her fingers, rinsed her mouth with some water and spit it out. She also noticed that to the right of the basin was a room built with white tiles. Judging from the faint smell of strange incense, it was probably a toilet. There is a complete sewer system. There is indeed an electric light hanging above my head, which definitely means we have entered the electrical age. Am I traveling through time?... Staring at the slightly weak but undoubtedly beautiful and delicate face in the mirror, Leng Qing still felt like she was dreaming. Although she had received some explanation from Gref, she still had doubts about everything. Maybe I am still in modern times and this is just some rural area in Europe. Maybe I am not far from Hitzfell Manor and everyone in the manor is still alive. Maybe Mrs. Glee was just teasing her. Will it be... The girl in the mirror gave a bitter smile. She looked down at her chest, shook her head, and sighed helplessly. Really are. What am I thinking? Even things like gender reversal have happened, so how can time travel be impossible? After the depression, she kept examining this body in the mirror. She felt a certain curiosity about her new body, but more of awe, and she didn't even dare to take off her clothes or touch certain parts of her body. I reached out and touched the eyepatch, and my left eye didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
How did it get injured? Suddenly, there was a flash before her eyes, and she seemed to see a golden eyeball again. With nerves and blood vessels, fresh and alive, lying in the palm of her hand and looking into her eyes. It can't be... Leng Qing frowned slightly and a thought flashed through her mind. No. Probably not possible. She pressed on the blindfold again and tried to move her left eye. She could feel her eyeball spinning back and forth in pain. Be able to control yourself and listen to your own words. She let out a long sigh. really. That idea is so magical. Reassured, she carefully took off her long skirt and socks, lay down in just her underwear that resembled a modern nightgown, wrapped herself in a thin blanket, closed her eyes, and sorted out everything for the day. She thought of Mrs. Glee again. What exactly is the evil spirit that the lady mentioned? What does Ramadan mean, what does “seven days” mean, and why is the seventh day the peak period for evil events? She said it was 1983, so had I traveled back in time with Hitzfell Manor? And that kind of logical reasoning ability... Is she really just a mortician? Why is she not afraid at all when facing the resurrection of the dead like me? She tossed and turned in her bed, thinking about it, and even made up her mind that after discussing with Mrs. Glee about how she would live her life tomorrow, she would go to the "abandoned manor" to take a look. She knew that some realities could not be changed. But like most people, she would not give up until she saw it with her own eyes. Chapter 3 The Left Eye in the Mirror At daybreak, Leng Qing got dressed and sat on the bed, waiting for Mrs. Gleb to open the door for her. She didn't know how Mrs. Glee slept, but she... maybe it was because she had slept twice not long ago, one of which lasted for a full 40 years, she was not sleepy at all. So she spent most of the night daydreaming, thinking about all the problems she thought she would encounter. It was not until the clock struck half past seven that the sound of footsteps was heard outside the door.
The key was inserted into the lock, and with a click, the door opened. Mrs. Glee appeared in front of Leng Qing again, pushing a cart. On the cart was a bowl of something that smelled like pumpkin porridge. There were also cutlery and water as usual. But this time Leng Qing noticed that Mrs. Glee had a brand new dress hanging from her elbow. After eating, she washed herself with the water in the corner. Mrs. Glee handed her the dress and asked her to put it on. She left the room at this time, allowing Leng Qing to change clothes without any scruples. She unfolded the new dress and found that it was simply a "younger version" of "Mrs. Grieg-style dress". It was a black dress without any extra decorations. After putting it on, Leng Qing looked at herself in the mirror and found that this body and this face would look good in anything. The dark tones make her stand out more in the environment, and her slender waist, calves and ankle curves exposed under her skirt are more obvious. But maybe because of the collar and the blindfold, it looks a bit like the modern cosplay that shows off its flirtatious side. Leng Qing tried to pull the collar, but found it was a little tight and there was no buckle at all. Just then, Mrs. Glee started knocking on the door, so she temporarily gave up the idea of removing it and turned around to tell her that she could come in. "very nice." This time, the way the old woman looked at her gave her goose bumps. She had a feeling that the other person was not staring at her as a person, but was looking at something else through her skin. "I thought of my daughter," said Mrs. Gree. "These are the clothes she left behind." "Her name is Anna, and she died in an accident caused by evil spirits...Have you thought about what you will do next?" "Not yet." Leng Qing said, "I want to go to the scene first." She changed her mind, perhaps because she had been thinking about it all night, and she wanted to go to the manor first. "on site?" "It's... the place where you dug me out." Mrs. Gree nodded, not showing any surprise. She led Leng Qing out of the room, through the corridor to the front hall, stopped at the door, and took out two pairs of long boots from the shoe cabinet. "Put on." She handed a pair to Leng Qing. "The road up the mountain is not easy to walk on. Even if you have a carriage, this thing can save you some suffering." Leng Qing did not reject this kindness. She put on her boots and watched Mrs. Glee open the door to the front hall with the key. She became more aware of her caution. She wasn't trying to stop me from escaping. After all, I am unfamiliar with this place and don't even know where to go or how to make a living. There is no need to target me. So this should not be confinement, but a protective measure. When she came out, she looked carefully. The ancestral home of the Gelie family was not small. They came down from the second floor, and there were still steps leading up to the corridor, which meant that this was at least a three-story villa. But what is strange is that there are iron fence doors made of welded thick steel bars at the entrances of the corridors from the second floor to the third floor and from the second floor to the first floor. Considering Mrs. Glee's habit of locking the door every time she opened or closed it, Leng Qing couldn't help but frown, wondering what she was guarding against.
Is there anything that requires such caution even when staying at home? To be honest, she couldn't imagine it. As I was thinking, the hustle and bustle of the city came towards me. Looking up, Leng Qing found that they had walked out of the front yard. In front of them was a street mixed with horse-drawn carriages and those kind of classic four-wheeled cars. The men either wore dark formal suits or just a short shirt made of linen, while the women wore various long skirts, which were far fewer in number than the former. Leng Qing took a step back so that a worker who was probably sweeping horse manure could sweep an unknown black mass away from her. She looked up again and tried to recognize the shop sign across the street. Then she discovered she couldn't read. ...The language I used to communicate with Mrs. Gulliver was not English? Leng Qing was stunned. Language is a subtle habit that even affects how a person thinks. After her "resurrection", she did not have any communication problems, which led her to ignore such a major problem! This is bad. Her heart sank. Regardless of whether this damn place is a thing of the past from 1983, it’s hard for illiterate people to survive here. "Directly across from you is Dr. Grimman's pharmacy." As if noticing her embarrassment, Mrs. Glee began to introduce her. "To the left of the pharmacy, where there are a lot of people, is the post office. You can write letters or send telegrams to others there." "To the right of the pharmacy is Roland Beauty, a perfume shop. The owner, Mr. Shao Li, is a nice guy, although he is stingy." "To our right is the Weir family. Old Weir likes to smoke, and both of his sons joined the local street gangs, so we have never been asked for protection money." As for the left side, there is nothing. Leng Qing saw it clearly - there were two T-shaped intersections here, and the Ge Lie family was located at the right inner corner of a T, with only a vertical street on the left. Mrs. Glee led her across the street, walked almost 100 meters north on the opposite side of the street, stopped at the second T-corner, and introduced her: "This is the Golden Candle Carriage Shop." Leng Qing could roughly guess it without her saying anything. There were a lot of cars piled up here, mostly horse-drawn carriages. The crowds had greatly increased here, and there were people arguing about queues and prices everywhere. "lady!" The two of them stopped in front of a carriage, and the driver immediately got off and bowed to them. "Good morning, ma'am... Is this your apprentice?" apprentice? Leng Qing's eyes twitched.
She didn't quite understand, in fact, she had been confused since she walked here - those people always stared at her with that kind of "approving" smile on their faces, as if they had known her for a long time. "Yes." She heard Mrs. Gree admit it directly, "From today on, Hitzfeld will follow me to learn about the funeral business." "Well, congratulations from the bottom of my heart—" The driver bent down again, then came to Leng Qing and bowed vigorously with such enthusiasm that she felt a little overwhelmed. "And praise you, poor and beautiful Miss Hitzfeld. I hope your memory will be restored soon." "memory?"