v4 Chapter 129： salon (1/2)
Genius remembers the permanent address of this site in one second: e here to participate in the salon.” Zhang Heng paused when he said that, his gaze went around the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper and fell into the living room behind him, and found that it was empty and there were no guests.
”Sorry, did I come early?”
”No.” The middle-aged man who looked like a butler smiled, ”The salon has already started, but it's not here. Can I see your token of membership?”
”Membership token?” Zhang Heng frowned slightly. He had checked his pockets on the way here. Apart from the props he had brought, he didn't find anything extra, but Zhang Heng soon thought of something. , Took out the Conan Doyle pen.
The middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper took the pen, put on his glasses, and examined it carefully, and then handed it back to Zhang Heng respectfully with both hands, ”Welcome to the House of Genius, please follow me.”
Zhang Heng followed the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper into the house. Then the two of them walked through the living room and into the courtyard. The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper opened up a murderous villain that looked like a horror movie when the main character was imprisoned. The kind of gloomy cellar I would use, and then made a please gesture.
”Seriously?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
”Don't look at me, bluffing and dramatization have always been authors' favorites.” The middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper shrugged. ”To be honest, I have never understood this evil taste.”
Hearing this, Zhang Heng looked at the big iron lock beside his feet again, and there was some red on it that looked like blood stains.
”Don't worry, the paint from ocher.”
”Very impressive.” Zhang Heng commented.
After speaking, he didn't hesitate anymore, and walked in in strides.
I have to say that although the atmosphere in front of the cellar door is very scary, the environment inside is actually pretty good, it's just slightly humid, but the air is smooth, and there is no peculiar smell except for some muddy smell.
For a tunnel, no more can be requested.
The two walked for about five minutes, and the terrain began to rise again. Then the middle-aged man, who looked like a housekeeper, stopped in front of an iron ladder and temporarily gave the oil lamp in his hand to Zhang Heng for safekeeping, while he pushed Opened the manhole cover above his head.
At this time, raindrops had already fallen in the sky, and the two returned from the ground to the street. As soon as they climbed out, Zhang Heng saw a carriage on the side of the road.
The middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper took the oil lamp back from Zhang Heng's hand, ”I can only accompany you here, and Martin will send you to the salon.”
”Martin? Is this a stalk in ”The Adventures of Goose Riding”, what about you, I haven't asked your name before.”
”Consell.” The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper smiled, and then bowed again, ”I sincerely wish you every day of writing and thinking.”
”Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea” is really appropriate, thank you.”
After saying goodbye to Consel, Zhang Heng boarded the carriage, and when he closed the door, the coachman Martin also grabbed the rein in his hand.