After leaving this erotic restaurant, He Feng walked up to the second floor. A study room was facing the stairs. Next to the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows in the room was a pot of spider plants. There were two mahogany bookshelfs on both sides, filled with various books, and a fireplace in the corner of the room, which looked very warm.

After going in and looking at it for a moment, He Feng left the study room, but when he retreated, he suddenly felt a sense of dizziness.

He Feng, who rubbed his head, wanted to go back to the first floor to see the situation, but found that every time he took a step forward, his head hurt a little more, and the pain he took a step back was reduced a little. After he retreated to the study, the pain completely disappeared.

"Do you want it to be so evil..." He Feng, who was standing in the study, said after watching around.

After thinking about the situation just now, He Feng understood something. He had to know that he felt only 10% of pain now, but he still felt a headache. It can be seen how strong this mental attack is. In other words, there is indeed some kind of ghost in the house that he cannot see, and it is very powerful, so powerful that he can kill him at any time, but the ghost did not do this, but forced him back to the study.

"Does I want me to find something in the study?" After thinking for a while, He Feng concluded.

After reaching the conclusion, He Feng carefully looked at the study again. It was just such a big place, so look for it slowly.

So He Feng began to search every corner of the room carefully, rummaging on drawers, knocking on the walls, and touching the mechanism, but he didn't find anything unusual. Finally, he came to the fireplace and squatted down and stretched his head in.

"Wo Nima!"

This almost scared He Feng's stomach. There were eyes in the fireplace looking at him. The fright was so sudden that He Feng couldn't stand it.

"This is really a horror game, hey!" He Feng, who was sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, complained angrily.

But before He Feng could recover, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the fireplace, and then a very deformed child slowly crawled out from it.

"Huh... Isn't it just a little devil? Come on." With mental preparation, He Feng was not panicked, and immediately took out the poisonous fang dagger and set off his posture.

But after the child crawled out, he just smiled at He Feng, and his laughter was so bad.

"Are they all the tricks of this little thing?" He Feng didn't dare to take action randomly before he figured out the situation, so he had to stay away from the little thing first. But as soon as he took a step back, the little thing suddenly rushed towards him.

Looking at the sharp nails that were getting closer and closer to him, He Feng resolutely counterattacked and attacked it fiercely. But just as the wind sting was about to hit the little thing, his head hurt again, and the strength in his body fell to the ground as if it was pulled away.

The little thing seemed to have been frightened, and after screaming twice, he escaped from the study.

After the little thing escaped, He Feng slowly climbed up from the ground, raised his head and slapped his middle finger at the ceiling. This contempt was not only aimed at the monster who didn't know where to hide, but also targeted the animal who designed this scene.

But since he had discovered something, He Feng tried to walk out of the study room again, but found that his head still hurt, so he had to retreat again. It seemed that there was something he needed to find in the room, so he had to continue rummaging through the cabinets and finally his eyes were on the bookshelf, which was the place he had not found in the last place.

Most of the books on the bookshelf are books about art, and some biography of people, which don’t look special. However, on the third bookshelf, He Feng finally found a different book. Its packaging is very exquisite and there is no title on the spine.

So He Feng pulled out the book and drew nothing on the cover made of kraft paper. He only wrote a name with a fountain pen, Eve Delia.

After opening it, He Feng found out that this was this diary.

"Is this what I want to see?" He Feng whispered to himself.

Unexpectedly, he felt a headache after finishing speaking, as if he was answering that he was like this.

"You can't be gentler? Do you have the only function of making me feel headache?" He Feng said after rolling his eyes at the ceiling, but he received no response this time.

"Oh, you have to recognize it when you are on the stall." After sighing, He Feng opened the diary and read it. While flipping through the diary, He Feng learned that the hostess of the diary, Eve Delia, was a nobleman. Her husband was named Benson Eve, a baron, a son named Tommy and a Labrador named Biscuit. Most of the records in the first half of the diary were trivial matters of life and some interesting stories she had heard. However, after looking at the back, the records were completely different.

March 9, rain

Yves seemed to be in a very bad mood today. He didn't even take a bite of his favorite smoked salmon. He asked him why he didn't tell me, maybe Viscount Lar was coming to trouble him again?

March 10, sunny

What happened to Yves? He didn't even look at the painting Tommy painted for him. If it weren't for him, he would have praised Tommy well. I was very distressed, really distressed...

March 11, sunny

Yves brought a mage back and said it was his friend, but I had never seen this mage before. But after he came to his house, Yves's mood seemed to have improved a little. It seems that I need to know him well.

March 12, sunny

It turned out that the mage was called Brandon, who came from Lant City. Yves said he wanted to stay at home for a while, hoping that he would not have any quirks of the mage.

March 16, rain

I have been very busy these days. Brandon is really a humorous gentleman. Everyone in our family likes him very much.

March 17, sunny

It was amazing. Brandon actually used magic to build a swimming pool in the garden. Tommy had a great time having fun. It seemed that I should make a sumptuous dinner tomorrow to thank him.

March 18, sunny

I really don't know how to express my current mood. The cookie suddenly disappeared. What happened. He knew that someone must have captured him on the way home! Damn, if I knew who made it, I would definitely throw him into the prison of the empire.

March 19, sunny

There is no news of cookies, and Yves has already posted a reward notice, hoping that the results will be achieved soon.

When He Feng turned to the next page, he found that the originally beautiful handwriting suddenly became very sloppy, and each word seemed to be full of panic.

God! Brandon is not a wizard at all, he is actually a wizard, no! He is a lunatic, he actually did a black magic test in the basement, and turned the cookies into a hellhound, he found me, what should I do, Yves, come back soon, I'm so scared, I'm really
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