Chapter 743: Chapter 541: Waiting for a Dog by a Stump_1 Chapter 743: Chapter 541: Waiting for a Dog by a Stump_1 Duanmu Huai didn’t find any useful clues in his ancestor’s bedroom, which was understandable. After all, the events had happened over a hundred years ago and many people had lived here since. If there were anything useful, it wouldn’t be left for Duanmu Huai to discover. At least on the surface, there didn’t appear to be any clues.
However, Duanmu Huai didn’t really care. Clues were mainly for improving task evaluation. If he could find some, great. If not, he wouldn’t fret over it.
After all, he wasn’t here to look for clues in the first place.
“…You want to stay in the courtyard?”
It must be said, the old butler was stunned upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s request.
“Please don’t, sir. We have enough guest rooms….”
“Is this about the guest rooms?”
Duanmu Huai waved his hand, interrupting the old butler.
“We’re here for that Hellhound. You surely don’t think the dog would knock on the door before sneaking into the house, right? It’s easier to catch it outside. If it’s in the house, it wouldn’t be as simple.”
The old butler had to admit, Duanmu Huai had a point. But the problem was….
“Where do you plan to stay?”
“Anywhere is fine. Preferably somewhere with a good view, sheltered from wind and rain, and overlooking the courtyard.”
“We…we do have a small cottage where the forest caretaker lives…….”
The old butler was speaking of a cottage located on the hill behind Baskerville Manor. It was halfway up the hill and had a view of the entire manor. Originally, it was a place where the forest caretaker and the hunters lived. But after the previous incident, nobody dared to live there. To Duanmu Huai, it was ideal.
However… the following days were strangely calm.
Sitting by the window, staring out into the pitch-black forest, Duanmu Huai couldn’t help but complain. He’d gone to all this trouble to stir things up, but the dog didn’t show up. Had it run away in fright? That shouldn’t be the case….
To be honest, Duanmu Huai hadn’t been idle these past few days. Every night, he wandered the woods, yet he hadn’t encountered even a ghost. Lorena had no good news either. She reported that the lady of the house seemed to be in better spirits now that she had company, and as for the Hellhound… she definitely hadn’t encountered it.
I don’t want to be stuck here for a year or two….
Petting the black cat and white rabbit in his lap, Duanmu Huai vented his frustration. The Baskerville family hoped they could stay longer. For them, spending some money for ongoing security of the manor was no big deal. However, Duanmu Huai obviously didn’t have that much time to waste.
He couldn’t really stay a year or two, could he?
“Come on, Ling’Nu. Let’s go for another walk!”
With that thought, Duanmu Huai stood up, opened the door of the cottage, and went out again.
It was already late at night. Due to the thick clouds, the moonlight couldn’t penetrate into the forest, and it was pitch black. But these were minor problems for Duanmu Huai. He carried a flashlight and moved with large strides, making a series of footstep sounds. Clearly, Duanmu Huai was trying to lure the prey in. If the Hellhound was indeed lurking in the woods, it wouldn’t let him get away.
Although that was his thinking, this was already his several days’ effort, and Duanmu Huai hadn’t even found a single dog hair.
“That makes no sense!?”
Walking in the forest, Duanmu Huai was utterly speechless. He had been so ostentatious, why hadn’t the Hellhound come out to meet its death? Should he really mark his territory by urinating, or had the creature gone somewhere else?
Just as Duanmu Huai was deep in thought, the black cat in his pocket suddenly poked its head out and meowed towards the distance. Hearing the black cat’s call, Duanmu Huai was taken aback. He turned his head to look in the other direction.
Had the creature gone somewhere else?
…In any case, he would know once he checked it out.
Hot water poured from the shower onto the young girl. Mary took a deep breath, then lowered her head and submerged her body into the bathtub.
The guest room in Shirley’s house was even larger than her apartment in Fog City. Not only that, the bathroom was also…. But she was used to it. Regardless, immersing her entire body in the bathtub was always a pleasant experience. Shirley seemed to be normal and her recovery was going smoothly. With that in mind….
However, at that moment, Mary suddenly heard a sound from the window. She was surprised and abruptly lifted her head to look towards the window.
Outside, it was silent except for the sound of the night wind blowing through the forest. Could it have been a leaf scratching the window?