Mrs. Butterfly answered this answer, just said: "You are all weirdos."

The two had already arrived downstairs, and Duke Taal was drinking tea in the tea hall. When he saw Xu Huo, he said, "Don't raise those spiders. I don't know if they are poisonous. I didn't sleep well all night last night. Young people don't have to inherit the things of their elders. Even strange hobbies."

"That's my uncle's favorite thing. I can't deal with it at will, but I don't like spiders very much, so I plan to build a butterfly hall in the castle to raise butterflies." Xu Huodao.

The Duke of Taal put down his teacup, "This is a good idea, you will raise it?"

"Can you get a little bit."

"That happens. I want to build a butterfly house, so don't be busy and go and help me." Duke Taal turned his face and asked Mrs. Butterfly: "What do you think of my idea?"

"Okay, can you see it today?" Mrs. Butterfly smiled secretly.

"Yes!" Duke Taal immediately said: "There are many in the natural park, so I'll have someone to catch some."

"It's not interesting to bump into the bottle, so let's go over and see." Mrs. Butterfly said: "It just so happens that I want to sit at Mr. Duke's house, too."

The smile that Duke Taal just showed returned, "The house is being renovated, and I'm afraid it can't entertain guests."

"What should I do?" said Mrs. Butterfly: "I have already withdrawn the hotel room, and I don't want to stay in the hotel anymore. There are too many people there and the air is not good."

"Why go to my lakeside villa, which has a nice view."

Mrs. Butterfly looked at him with a smile, "As a guest, I cannot visit the Duke's house, but instead stay in the villa where you are having fun. This is not good."

There is a special oppressive force in the words.

"It's not suitable," Duke Taal finally remembered that she was also a player, and changed his words: "I'll ask someone to arrange what the lady likes."

"It's pretty good here." Mrs. Butterfly glanced at Xu Huo, "The new heir is warm and hospitable. She even came to deliver me an umbrella in the middle of the night. I like this very much and plan to stay here for a few days."

Duke Taal stared at Xu Huo with a bad look.

Xu Huo pretended not to understand, so he politely said, inviting them all to live there and stay for as long as possible.

The Duke of Taal certainly wanted to do it, but then several calls came in. He walked in for a while and left. Before leaving, he told Xu Hu to take care of Mrs. Butterfly, only for the care of public places.

"He is thinking too much. Not everyone likes old cows to eat tender grass." Xu Huo turned around and looked at the woman standing not far away after sending the person away. "You are friends with He Pu, and you should be quite old."

This did not anger Mrs. Butterfly, she played with the fan, "Don't be nervous, I don't want to kill you now, I have to stay here for a few more days. It's inconvenient to kill you. Butler Dong."

Mr. Dong came over silently.

"Please help me prepare some pillows. I'm going to read a book in the study on the third floor." She said.

Mr. Dong said: "The third floor is the private place for the teacher and does not accept guests."

Mrs. Butterfly smiled, "You can't stop me if I want to go."

"You must obtain the consent of your husband." Mr. Dong said so.

Mrs. Butterfly looked at Xu Huo, "Tender grass, can it be done?"

Five minutes later, the two were already standing in the study on the third floor. Mrs. Butterfly casually flipped over some of the potions that Xu Huo took out to record notes, "These notes are all old."

"There has been five years since the death of the man." Xu Huo followed her, watched her walk to the bookcase, pulled out a hard-shelled "Fairy Tales Collection", turned to one of the pages, and gently touched the place with the word "key" written on it, and a brass key appeared in her hand.

Xu Huo has found this study room more than once. He Pu's death and the appearance of the fake He Pu are both strange. The most likely secret to this ancient castle is the study room, but he did not expect it to be hidden in this way.

Mrs. Butterfly shook the key at him, "Do you know there is another thing?"

Of course, you have to find a lock if you have a key.

Xu Huo walked to the middle of the bookshelf and drew a book called "Lock" from it.

"There are many books with the word "lock", how do you know it is this one?" asked Mrs. Butterfly.

"Intuition." Xu Huo answered perfunctorily.

Mrs. Butterfly didn't care and put the key on it. A key hole appeared on the originally intact book cover. As it turned, a "click" sound came from somewhere in the study.

The two walked out of the bookshelf and looked outside. A door appeared on the ground behind the bookshelf next to them.

"Mr. Dong's castle can hide a lot of things, it is a container prop, but the interior is very large, and people can easily get lost when they walk in, so you follow me."

Xu Huo looked at her in surprise, but said nothing.

Mrs. Butterfly squatted and opened the door, and the two walked in along the sinking stairs.

The door was pitch black, and there was no real thing on both sides. Only the road under your feet was real. After walking in the dark for a while, Madam Butterfly took out a glass lantern and walked forward.

It was unclear what mark she was walking. About ten minutes later, a light spot appeared in the darkness in the distance, with a desk next to it, a chair, a bookcase, and a toy Trojan horse.

There is only a desk lamp and a square box with carved eyes on the desk.

Mrs. Butterfly touched the head of the horse, then walked to the desk, raised her hand and held the square box, "Don't you want it?"

"This is obviously not something for me." Xu Huodao. Although he inherited the castle, the inheritance was very vague. Mrs. Butterfly knew about it. When the door was opened, Mr. Dong did not stop her and agreed to her behavior.

He may not be able to beat this woman if he robs him.

Mrs. Butterfly picked up the square box and stared at the pattern on the square box. Xu Huo only glanced at it for a few seconds before retracting his gaze, and walked to the bookcase consciously.

There was only a heavy photo album on the small bookcase. He opened it and saw that it was full of news clips about the game government's attack and some video records of burning and explosions. There was also a very detailed record list next to it, recording the location, time and casualties of each explosion.

Most of the attacks were the government offices or places that were closely related to the government. The more you watched these videos, the more familiar Xu Huo felt until a capital "V" appeared in the flames of a burning video behind.

"V·Van Shaw, an arson maniac." This sentence appears at high frequency in the news editing, especially the subsequent arson incidents have special "V" marks.

"V. Fanxiao." Xu Huo suppressed the album, and this name was no stranger to him.

His lighter is V. Fanxiao's tool for committing crimes. The props introduction mentioned that he completely disappeared after the last committing crimes and left the arson tool at the crime scene. The game government did not find V. Fanxiao's real identity at all. Unexpectedly, this album records so detailed, even including cases before the character "V" appears.

He Pu is V. Fanshaw?
Chapter completed!