On a stormy night, the castle is quiet.

The bedroom is warm and quiet, and occasionally purple and white lightning leaks from the thick curtains. Zhen Ai lays in Yansu's arms and is peaceful inside.

She was actually afraid of the cold and thought that sleeping alone in a cold and lonely castle on a stormy night would curl up into a ball. But at this moment, his and her pillow breathing was shallow, steady and calm, revealing that men were not showing any mountain or water on weekdays,

The man beside him put his arm around her waist, his arms were safe and ironed, full of the smell she liked, warming her limbs and bones, making her whole body hot, and she wanted to put her hands outside the quilt proudly and proudly to cool down; she also wanted to shrink into his heart, make a warm nest, and never come out again.

She couldn't help but curled her lips gently.

"Can't you sleep?"

His lips were already pressing against her ears. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hazy and low. From the time Zhen Ai's ears were blown to the tip of her heart, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

She relaxed and moved.

In the darkness, she raised her hand to touch his face with a clear outline, and her hands felt clean and refreshing. Her thumb was bold and gently rubbed his lips, muttering in a low voice, as if she was secretly talking to the child: "Asu, I think your body is so hot, as if you are leaning against a large warmer."

"Love." His thin and soft lips opened and closed, and she rubbed her fingertips, "If I were a stove, why didn't you hug me?"

Zhen Ai blushed quietly, snorted, turned her back to him: "Who told you not to wear clothes?"

"Sleeping naked is good for physical and mental health!" He easily turned her over and said seriously and sincerely, "I think we have reached a consensus on this issue."

Who wants to sleep naked with you!!!

Zhen Ai pouted: "That's your wishful thinking."

He smiled silently, circling her tightly, and in the darkness, a smile in his tone: "Oh, that's it!"

After a while, he calmed down again and repeated the previous question: "Can't you sleep?"

Zhen Ai looked at the sky and thought about it seriously.

This thought passed in a few seconds...

But this time Yan Su did not dislike her slow reaction, but continued: "That's just that she can't sleep." At the end, he added, with a very faint annoyance, "I thought holding you would make you feel safe."

Zhen Ai was stunned. The next second, the person next to her pillow continued: "Scientific research shows that if a woman sleeps poorly and feels comfortable and safe, she will have a great increase in her sleep."

Zhen Ai was speechless. Oh no, wouldn’t it hurt his self-esteem?

Sure enough, she didn't have time to speak, he said in shame:

"Experiences have proved that my arms have no effect on you. I am a boyfriend who is tragic." He said the next sentence almost depressed and discouraged, and did not forget to be proud of his pride when he was about to come back, and he saved it in vain. "Of course, it's just this aspect. I think I am very competent in other aspects."

These words made Zhen Ai’s mood go ups and downs like a roller coaster.

She rushed over and hugged his neck, and said softly: "Because of you, I feel very warm and safe! It's just that I can't sleep because I miss my brother's password!"

The man in his arms froze for a moment, embarrassed and angry, and angry: "Tsk! I actually forgot to analyze it comprehensively again."

"What's the analysis so comprehensive? You have no logic today anyway." She muttered softly to his cheek, but the smile on the corner of her lips became bigger and bigger.

His scientific argument just now, to her, it was a nice love word.

Darkness makes ordinary conversations tangle and intimate, and darkness makes each other's touch clearer and clearer.

Her body softly filled his arms, and his whole heart softened. He had always been self-reliant, but at this moment he was extremely attached to her body. God, he really liked the intimacy that night.

But he knew the right way, and at this moment, he was concerned about the sleep problems that bothered her:

"By the way. You said you changed your brother's password and there is a small poem?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "Emily Bronte, thesnhasset sun is setting... Do you want me to find you the notes of the record?"

"No, I've read that poem, so I remember its content." Yan Su effortlessly called out the image of the poem in his mind.

thesnhasset, and thelnggrassn

avesdrealyintheeveningind;

and theildbirdhasflnfrtthatldgraystne

insearnkad

inallthelnelylandsd

iseenlight andhearnsnd,

exdthatfaraay

cesighing'erthehealthysea

The sun has set, now, the grass is long

Swinging desolately in the evening breeze;

Wild birds fly away from the ancient greystone,

Go to the warm corner to find a place to stay.

The surrounding scenery is lonely

I can't see or hear

Only the wind comes from afar

Sighing and blowing through this wasteland.

What does this poem express its meaning have to do with this castle?

Yan Su rubbed her waist: "Since you can't sleep, go explore the secrets!"

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The entire castle is made of brick and stone structure. At night, walking in the winding stone corridor, it is inevitable that there is a kind of heavy and coldness. The storm outside seems to always blow from some invisible gap, and the lights in the corridor are shaking.

Zhen Ai looked back from time to time and saw countless rooms with doors closed in the hazy light, like rows of eyes.

If ordinary people walk here, they will probably be scared to death.

Yan Su saw her turn and chuckled: "Scared?"

"Hmm?" She looked up at him, stunned for a moment, and shook her head again, "Not afraid at all." She had always been nervous.

He judged from her usual voice and body language that she was not afraid. He looked at the endless road ahead and said meaningfully: "You are not afraid, I am quite afraid."

"Eh? What are you afraid of?"

He just smiled, but didn't explain clearly. He was afraid that the wax figure of Zhen Ai under the white cloth would have any special significance.

A second later, he asked, "Why aren't you afraid to look back?"

"I'm remembering the route!"

He heard the words and laughed again: "Don't worry, if you have me, you won't get lost."

Zhen Ai suddenly remembered the wrong way to sleep on his bed. He said that he had a wrong statement about the memory route of the human brain, so he asked: "So, did you paint the route you just now? "

He nodded.

"Did you find that we walk by, it looks like conch shells?"

He was stunned, and when he thought about it, it was indeed very similar to the pattern on the conch shell. A continuous line surrounded by circles, approaching infinitely the midpoint. There were countless fine lines intersecting between each circle of lines, which were complicated.

"How do you see it?"

"Guess." Zhen Ai shrugged, "My brother had sent me a game of escape from the closed castle. There were countless corridors like conch threads in that castle, intersecting midway, gathering at the end, and insulated at the end."

Brother Game? Will it be related to this castle?

"Game castle exit?"

"There is a high tower in the center of the main fort. But there is only one corridor to go there!"

Yan Su frowned slightly. Although he could remember that he had walked by, there were so many roads in the castle. What should he do if none of them were right? Maybe that game was the key?

"Do you still remember the right path in the game?"

Zhen Ai grabbed her hair and thought for a while: "That road is not in the fort, but on the 13th corridor of a certain auxiliary building. Time has passed too long, and I can't remember it."

He touched her head: "It's okay, I'll find it anyway."

After saying that, the poem flashed through my mind, "The sun sets, the grass, the ancient greystone, go to the warm place." What do these images mean?

In the square castle, there is a main building and 12 auxiliary buildings located on the four sides. Which building can see the sunset grass, the rocks on the island, and which direction is relatively deserted?

If you put this square castle on the map, it is actually tilted 45 degrees, with the tip facing directly above. The main entrance and the lower left corner of the main castle are southeast, facing the cliff, and there is no rock.

You can see the sunset grass and the rocks on the island, which is the southwest direction and the coldest direction is the west corner.

Yan Su stopped: "I know it's inside. There is a corridor leading to the central garden next to the restaurant. Let's go to the building to the west first."

Zhen Ai was stunned for a moment and suddenly figured it out.

He hugged her and continued walking forward, his eyes accidentally swept the candlesticks on the walls of the corridor. Only then did he realize that the pattern seemed to have been seen several times. The complex round pattern was painted with thorns and purple dew grass, with two larger L and C letters in the center, as well as a line of small characters.

It turned out to be a family emblem.

Yan Su looked carefully, withdrew his gaze and said casually: "The owner of this castle is named Lanelt Lanslot."

Zhen Ai paused suddenly, and Yan Su felt her stiffness: "What's wrong?"

She didn't want to hide it, so she told the truth: "In the story of King Arthur, didn't the heroic knight Lancelot abduct Queen Guinevier? This is also the destruction of the Arthur Kingdom. I always listened to this story when I was a child, and there was always a saying in the organization that anyone who traitors like Lancelot will be eradicated."
To be continued...