“Devil?”The old woman was stunned when she heard this word. Then, she sneered, “Aren’t you guys devils who enter other people’s homes without permission and pretend to be service personnel?”


  “Even so, it’s much more normal than imagining auntie living with you,”Zhang Heng said calmly.

  “You’re saying that she’s a figment of her imagination?”Agatha was a little surprised, but the queen of deduction quickly came to her senses and said, “That’s right, this manor only invites the author in, and each person has a room. Since the owner of this room is someone else, then his auntie can’t be here as well. This is the most logical explanation.”


  When Zhang Heng said that, the old woman across from him fell silent, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

  When Agatha finished speaking, her figure gradually faded away until she completely disappeared.

  However, after she disappeared, the gloomy atmosphere in the room didn’t improve. Instead, it became more intense, so much so that the other authors who lived in the same building also felt it.

  Some authors who were already mentally ill suddenly became depressed because of this atmosphere. Some terrible thoughts flashed through their minds uncontrollably, the pilot man from before began to pace around the room. Fitzgerald picked up the love letter he was writing halfway and threw it into the wastepaper basket. Then, he hugged his head in frustration on the bed, even Hemingway, who had always been a tough guy, looked at the shotgun in front of his bed a few times. His expression kept changing.