The area on the island in the middle of the lake is indeed large, especially when they step into the yard in front of the mansion along the weeds that are nearly half a person tall, they look up at the abandoned mansion in front of the half-collapse fountain pool, and they feel indescribable.

"We... were in the daytime when we came before?"

Harper murmured.

"Um."

"Let's go."

Lucas took the lead, and the door of the mansion was pushed open half-break. When they walked in, they saw dust and spider webs, furniture that had been around for decades, etc. Of course, they could not see other figures.

It may be a prank by children, and they can also see some graffiti on the walls of the living room.

“What a big living room.”

Harper's girlfriend looked around in surprise and couldn't help but envy: "It's so rich to live here... You said that rich people have the habit of burying treasures. Will there be buried treasures here?"

"Ha ha."

Others didn't laugh, but it was the woman's boyfriend Harper laughing. He laughed like an idiot: "What are you thinking about? Stupid women, that's all movies."

Jones, who was following behind, thought that Harper was such a bastard.

There was nothing good about the living room, and a few people were about to go up the second floor. On the stairs, they looked up and saw an oil painting hanging from the wall.

After decades of no one cleaning, the oil paintings were covered with dust, so I could only barely see that they were a middle-aged gentleman with a curly beard.

That was probably the former owner of the house.

"I remember when we came to explore when we were young, there was not so much dust here. It was only ten years, and it felt like a hundred years had passed."

Lucas sighed.

“Have many people come here before?”

Emma asked curiously.

"It's not a lot. After all, adults will forbid children from coming here, and only we who are the bravest dare to come."

Harper laughed.

When we arrived at the second floor, the area was very large. The corridors along the way were divided into left and right, all with each room.

"Okay, let's go separately." Harper shook his flashlight.

"Harper." Lucas frowned.

"Don't worry, my brother, I won't get lost here. I'll gather here later."

As he said that, without waiting for Lucas to agree or not, he took his girlfriend to the left.

"That guy."

Emma was indignant.

"Don't be angry, you know that kind of person he belongs to."

Lucas sighed, "Let's go, let's go to the right."

The first room on the right, probably the owner's studio, is filled with scary half-body sculptures, as well as messy brushes and paints placed on the table.

It was obviously turned over by later generations, many papers on the ground were torn apart, and there were overturned tables, and even the red curtains were torn off half.

But even such a studio is much larger than the living room of Emma's house.

The three of them walked in, Lucas and Emma walked in front, and Jones's nervous mood relaxed a lot. Although the mansion looked quite scary on the outside, when they walked in, they would find that it was just a dilapidated mansion and nothing surprising.

He took the flashlight given to him by Emma, ​​curiously scanned the corner of the studio, picked up a painting casually, fanned the dust, and gathered his sight. This was a half-unfinished painting. The background was a lonely man, half-bent, with his back facing the audience, and was waving his pen and ink to paint in a painting room.

“Huh?”

Jones was shocked and couldn't help but take a closer look. Why is the background of this painting so similar... this studio?

He felt a little weird and threw the painting away. Seeing the two people in front of him walking away, the light of the flashlight was swaying in front of him, he didn't care. He saw a sculpture the size of a palm, but it was not a human, but a centaur, just placed on the cabinet.

He approached the past and was surprised by the delicate side of the sculpture. It should be rare to say such a fine palm-sized sculpture?

Jones couldn't help but reach out to grab it, trying to grab it, but after he grabbed it, he found that the sculpture was originally fixed on the wall cabinet and could not be pulled at all.

"Well, wait?"

He suddenly remembered something, ran back and picked up the thrown painting, and illuminated it with a flashlight to compare. Sure enough, he had just looked at something he ignored. On this painting, there was actually a centaur sculpture, but the centaur sculpture was placed next to the back, obviously not on the cabinet.

If this painting was really drawn based on this studio, wouldn’t it mean that the centaur sculptures can be moved?

But why...

Jones became very interested and continued to return to the Centaur sculpture, trying to move the sculpture itself.

But the sculpture is fixed very dead and cannot be moved. If you think about it carefully, it is true that after this mansion is abandoned, there must be more than a few people coming here. Often, many people come and come. The sculpture is so exquisite that it is impossible not to notice this centaur sculpture.

If I could move, I would definitely be taken away.

Jones tried many times but failed, but gave up. He really thought too much. He even pulled the tail of the centaur, but he couldn't pull it... Wait a moment.

The centaur's tail cannot be pulled, but it has a slight sense of movement.

His inspiration was not to pull his tail, but to rotate his tail. It was indeed not his illusion. It was very awkward and dead, but it was not impossible to rotate.

Jones was happy and felt that he had found the trick. He held the flashlight in his mouth and grabbed his tail with both hands and began to turn clockwise.

I don’t know if there is indeed a mechanical structure inside, but he used all his strength to turn it slightly.

"call……"

No wonder no one noticed it. I'm afraid someone wouldn't notice that extremely weak movement after pulling his tail.

"What are you doing?"

Emma and Lucas walked back.

"The tail of this sculpture can be rotated."

"It should be possible to remove the sculpture," Jones said.

"Tail?"

Emma and Lucas looked at each other. Seeing that Jones had used up his energy to suck his tail, Lucas couldn't turn his tail, so he said, "Let me do it."

If it were Lucas, who was almost 18 years old, he would have much more strength than Jones, but he also took a lot of effort and his face turned red before he could turn his tail clockwise.

However, this rotation did not pull off the centaur sculpture. A rumbling sound suddenly came from the cabinet on the left. The three of them were shocked and the flashlight shone over, and the sealed cabinet actually rotated and raised a box.

It is about the same size as a jewelry box, and the appearance is gorgeous and valuable at first glance.

The three of them looked at each other incredibly, and Emma stammered, "What is that?"

"Jewelry Box?"

Lucas felt that his breathing was rapid. He never expected that this trip would have such a reward. The value of the jewelry box was immeasurable just looking at the decorative gems on the outside. The boxes were so luxurious, so what would they contain inside?
Chapter completed!