Chapter 2412 Missing Clues

Please give me another glass of juice, thank you...well, any flavor is fine, please ma'am.

Holding a piece of solid pie in his hand, John nodded at the other party, expressing his gratitude with actions. Although this gratitude is somewhat hypocritical, but here, John believes that probably every detail is necessary to pay attention to.

Watching the so-called lady with four arms and six legs leave silently to get the juice, John took a bite of the pie and chewed slowly while continuing to look at the empty space in a daze.

This is a restaurant, magnificent but empty.

The one who is responsible for preparing the food here is the lady who served him refreshments in the side hall earlier. To be honest, when John came in here and saw each other, he didn't have much surprise in his heart. Because he had already discovered that there are very few people in this Buckingham Palace. So although it's not clear why, John probably already knows that he probably won't see too many unique faces in the future.

As for the lady who is in charge of meals in the restaurant... Since the other party seems to be quite taciturn, John has already excluded her from the target candidates for communication and testing from the very beginning, so he has no doubts about it. The other party was not really interested.

Even if the appearance of the other party is definitely the most... er, how should I put it, among the objects he has met after arriving in today's London? The most special... No, maybe it should be more honest to say here, it is the most disgusting living corpse, not one of them.

But rather than wasting his mind on a seemingly completely incommunicable object, John is still more willing to spend his energy on other breakthroughs at this time... For example, the floating curtain that he had glimpsed earlier upstairs.

At that time, after estimating that the room where the window was located should be on the long corridor past the corner, John thought about it, and did not rashly try to confirm anything. The reason has actually been mentioned just now, it is because he found that the people in the palace are unusually rare - so that means that every person he can meet here is worthy of his careful treatment.

despair.

Suddenly, a light sound of the bottom of a cup touching the table slightly interrupted John's thoughts.

Oh, thanks.

Watching the other party put down a glass of juice, and then slowly back away with one hand holding the empty tray, there was no additional reaction to John's thank you. John blinked and didn't say anything, just reached out to pick up the full glass of what looked like orange juice and took a sip.

The juice is not fresh, it drips over the tip of the tongue, leaving a slight turbidity and astringency. John didn't care about where the juice came from, because most of it was the original stock in Buckingham Palace, so just drink it if you can.

And the many hands and many feet lady of the living corpse didn't seem to have any plans to stay any longer. She probably nodded her head slightly towards John, and then kicked and walked in again. through the side door in the corner of the dining room, perhaps back to her kitchen.

A moment later, John, who was still eating pies with juice in the restaurant, vaguely saw that familiar figure that looked terrifying flashed past the half-opened side door. The lady seemed to be carrying something in one hand, and went elsewhere by herself.

Hmm... are you going to deliver food to someone else? Maybe it's the person who lives in 'that room'?

Although it cannot be said with certainty,

But if I really guessed it right, then that means... the people living in that room should not be living corpses—now that John understands somehow, although the living corpses can eat, even They can also learn to make a lot of desserts, but they don't have any dependence on these human foods.

Therefore, under the condition that not eating anything will not affect survival and activities, these things that can only satisfy the appetite of the appetite can only be classified as a little bit of interest for them, right?

But human beings are different. If they don't eat or drink, whether they are Muggles or wizards... or any other magical or non-magical creatures, they will all die.

Is it Miss Granger from Hogwarts? If so, it means that the 'Miss Living Corpse' lied to me... and what does this mean? I don't want to let me know here Are there other humans around?

Although it is certainly impossible to deduce anything based on this guess, maybe even this guess is wrong-maybe the other party just sent some food and drink to their master for entertainment?

It doesn't feel good to know nothing! Is there no one who can come over and talk to me? John drank the orange juice in his glass, then smashed his mouth and said to himself.

The voice fell slightly, and the restaurant was still empty, except for himself. The monologue-like voice seemed a little louder, and it echoed slightly in the huge hall before returning to silence.

John looked left and right, and then shook his head alone—is it true that no one is spying on him?

Maybe I still think too much of myself. He shrugged and smiled self-deprecatingly for a while.

After hastily eating the pies on the plate, John didn't bother to wait for the scary-looking lady to return, and left alone from the main entrance of the restaurant. Not long after, the other party passed by the side door with a food basket, and when he saw that the restaurant was empty, he opened the door and walked in.

Just now, on the round table where John was sitting, there were plates with a little crumbs left and an empty goblet. She tidied them up calmly and put them in the dining basket under her arm, then turned and walked out of the restaurant left.

When I opened the rattan dining basket, I saw a pale head with dull eyes, occupying most of the space of the dining basket.

If John could see it, he would feel very familiar, because the owner of this face was called Master Junkel.

...

John, who walked out of the restaurant, did not walk around casually, nor did he give up his all-time caution and run to a certain room to test something. He planned to go back to the room directly to rest.

However, on the way, he still stopped by the garden for a while.

In fact, because most of the entire UK is in the dark for a long time now, and the city of London has been completely frozen in the past, most of the plants in the originally well-maintained and beautiful Buckingham Palace Garden have long since died. Withered.

In short, there's really not much to see here.

So, of course, John didn't come to appreciate the beautiful scenery, he just wanted to build a good relationship with the living corpse girl White Night in front of him.

At least in his opinion, this girl is probably the easiest to get in touch with, isn't it?

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