The old owner, Friedrich, lifted the cloth that covered the table, and soon a maid brought the various snacks one after another.

"Didn't anyone notice that there was a respectable priest standing there? Or will you only see in your eyes, a man who is about to become a sheriff? I'm sorry, Mr. Superintendent, I didn't mean anything about you. People are getting old, and they don't like what they say. ”

"Old Friedrich, you're still so rude, but I like your character, and in my book you're a night watchman in a haunted inn with great skills." Gold. Gehr's tone was never emotionless, and there was a chilling coldness in his bland eyes.

"Thank you, but I don't want to make a name for myself with your book, because this place will be deliberately promoted as a haunted house by some young people, and my business will be gone." The old owner seemed very leisurely, as if he was not afraid of being stared at by such a cold gaze, and he knew this writer with a strange family.

The teenager looked at Kim. Gehr, thinking back to some of the complaints about him, it was a collective complaint from a group of parents. The boy faced Kim. Ger smiled inexplicably, Kim. Gehr smiled back at him.

The teenager investigated the writer's background.

This writer, who doesn't seem very polite, actually had a tragic childhood. His father was a traditional aristocrat, but he married his mother, a courtesan who was famous in his youth, and the combination of aristocracy and courtesan was criticized as a traitor to society at the time. His father has since disappeared and is in high class.

For Kim. For Geer's father, marriage was also sad. When the spark of love dissipated, only the coldness of reality remained, and when her former courtesan looked old, he was the only one who abused her day and night, and alcoholism became golden. Gehr's father's only two pleasures, the remaining one is to maintain his lover.

The teenager thinks Kim. Gehr was not alone, and people of contradictory pedigree like him could be found everywhere in imperial society.

There are many more tragic examples than the special union of his parents. For example, the mixed race of the aristocracy and the black colony was even more marked as a warning, and the legislators of the empire seemed to hate such mixed races so much that they even legislated that such black and white people were not allowed to enter the public toilets.

For Kim. Gehr said that the two bloodlines of nobility and commoner made him contradictory. Always deliberately keep a detached gaze.

While looking at everything around him with cold and vigilant eyes, he longs for the attention of the people around him and wants to blend in with the crowd. This seems very contradictory, but it is exactly what a child who has been beaten by his father and disliked by his mother since he was a child grows up.

Gold. Presented by some news media as a fanatic who hated the aristocracy, closed heart, and vindictive society, Gehr was said to have always had frivolity in his books, and many parents feared that he would teach bad children, and more than once demanded that the courts ban him as a writer.

The jeweler and Wiener sat together, holding hands, and it seemed that they were in a relationship. It's just that in a woman's eyes, there seems to be something deeper.

The priest sat alone in the corner of the sofa and prayed silently to the Lord. It was only the boy's speculation, and he was not sure whether the priest was praying or simply thinking about something.

Seeing that the food had been served, but there were still only a few of them, Keles turned his head to look at the old innkeeper, and said in surprise: "Old Friedrich, don't tell me, tonight, there are only a few of us in your whole house." ”

"Actually, there are a few people who haven't come, like the black Siqi who comes here every year. Oh, I need to correct your question, and that is about tonight, I'm afraid it's not just tonight, but there will only be a few of you guests this year. This heavy rain will block all roads, and even if the roads are open, tourists will not come right away, and I am afraid that it will be next year. So I had already planned that there wouldn't be many people staying in the whole year. ”

The boy asked the old innkeeper some questions: "Friedrich, this inn is really big, but there don't seem to be many helpers. If the guests are a lot of the time, are you busy? ”

The boy had previously discussed with Snight the issue of the letters of the house number, and the reason for not using numbers was superstition, but now it seems that the question of whether there really are ghosts is very interesting.

The door numbers here are arranged according to the law of letters, and one to twenty-six is the order of the twenty-six letters in the Sicilian alphabet.

They surveyed the entire hotel and found that there were five different alphabets, Sicilian, Kane, and three ancient alphabets. The total number of these five letters together is one hundred and thirty, and if each of them is not missing, the inn has at least one hundred and thirty rooms.

"Traditionally, there are no more than 100 guests at most. When there are a lot of people, someone will come to help. Now there are few people, just me and Lily are here. The old owner said.

"It's weird, there aren't many domestic helpers now, but why is such a big hotel so clean, Friedrich and the only maid lady should be busy cooking today, who is cleaning?" A thought suddenly came to the young man's heart: "I'm afraid this hotel won't invite the undead to a banquet." ”

"If there is nothing noteworthy and noticeable......" The boy had been looking at the people around him with a judgmental gaze from just now. The advantage of being a police officer is that you don't have to explain why to the people around you. Especially when he always looks at everyone around him with a judgmental gaze, people will not be puzzled by his gaze, but will only attribute this gaze to the normal behavior of a responsible or overstressed police officer.

He thought maliciously: Maybe I can get some undead out to play.

When the boy was bored, a small thought suddenly came to his mind, maybe he could cast a small spell. The effect of the spell is that the undead will be invited by him to follow some power from the lonely snowy fields to his side, the devils of hell will also participate in his feast, vampires, werewolves, evil elves, all kinds, races full of hatred and disdain for humans will be summoned, as for the food at the banquet. The boy didn't hesitate in the slightest about this question, he thought of it immediately. Food can be for everyone in this hotel! Wait, he's not a demon now. Yes, he is not a demon now, and he should not be able to look at humans as food, because what he plays is a human being, although he is still a demon inside, he should not be a demon on the surface, such as eating people.

He was now like a silent man, quietly looking out the window, standing still. Until......

The bell emitted a burst of ancient cries, like a dose of medicine that brought the boy back to his fantasy. He quickly banished dangerous thoughts from his mind.

The old innkeeper looked at the time, and thought that he could no longer let these guests go hungry, and he was about to say that it was time to eat, and asked the servant, the lovely maid lady, to pour the tea into their respective cups, and the young man got up and smiled at the servant.

When the old owner took the list to check the number of people, he found that in addition to the Miss Hei Siqi, there was also a fat gentleman who did not come.

The owner lifted his trembling arm as a prelude to him opening the door, which he did not shut, and then the people watched as his back disappeared into the darkness.

"Polite sir, if you may, will you let me out of here?" Keles told his story in a pretending mysterious tone, and he asked the lady to guess that the story he was telling was a passage from the famous fairy tale.

"This is the story of the little monster, and it is said that the tailor's son put it out of the glass jar and then ......" The lady forgot a little, and although her grandmother had told her the story when she was a child, she did not want to say that she did not know.

"Gouged out the eyeballs and ate them by the little monsters, of course, according to the current version, the little tailor in that story finally received the gift of the little monster by virtue of his wisdom, but the original version of the story is always dark, because of the church, people are afraid of monsters, so ......"

Keles looked at her pitiful gaze Kim. Gehr was very disgusted with the courteous appearance of Kelles to a lady, especially in fairy tales, he did not think it was a very gentlemanly behavior, and had to say a little heavily: "Nothing, Mr. Kelles, these stories have been handed down from the Middle Ages, there is no need to dwell on the original version of the story, are these stories not your childhood memories?" ”

"Oh, maybe, okay." Keles' gaze was evasive, but he still put his hand in his pocket, and magically conjured a pistol, which was indeed a pistol. When he shot at the lady, it was not a bullet that came out, but a rose.

"Hey, why don't you tell me a ghost story?" This, he proposed, was Kelles' first words when he managed to get a hug from the lady. This time there was no opposition, and there were not many people in the first place. The priest looked at the boy and avoided it more and more, although he looked like he was praying, but the young man's presence never allowed him to really pray, and once he prayed to the Lord, a terrible thought would immediately torment him.

He's a murderer, isn't he? After the jewelry case ten years ago, the murderer assumed the pseudonym of Kelles......

Keles asked himself silently, but his story was well told, ghost stories.

Even if it's gold. Gehr couldn't fault it either, though he wanted to.

The boy doesn't know when he joins in, and with his peculiar, mysterious, magnetic voice rich in male and female intermediaries, his story is not exciting, but the voice is good.

They told ghost stories together.

"Is it really okay for you guys to make small talk like this?" A thunderclap exploded, the door was pushed open, and the flash of thunder and lightning hit the old owner who opened the door, making him look extremely terrifying.

"There's a folk tradition that anything can happen during a thunderstorm. In particular, don't say bad things, and especially don't tell ghost stories to your children. His countenance was unexpectedly majestic under the lightning.

Wiener let out a scream, and like a frightened chick, she threw herself into Kelles' arms again.

"If you can, can you please not be so scary, even if this is your home, your hotel, but after all, we are guests, please knock on the door when you open the door, Mr. Owner. Also, you really shouldn't have frightened this lady. In the end, we are all outsiders, and we can't and can't believe in any boring traditions of the locals, although the traditions sometimes make sense, but isn't it a trick of the locals to attract tourists by taking out the ghosts and scary? I know what it's about, so don't scare me with such words. Keles looked very dissatisfied, not because Wiener threw himself in his arms, of course, but because he wanted to show that he cared about Wiener.

"I'm old and a little unreasonable. I knocked on the door, but there was thunder outside, and the knock was drowned out by the thunder, so you are sure that your ears are only hearing thunder...... Youngster. Also, the 'locals' here have never been the kind of legends that make ghosts news and attract tourists, sorry. ”

The old owner glanced at Kelles, and then said to the young man who was about to tell the story: "On a rainy day, many things cannot be said nonsense. According to some ancient rules, a lot of unusual things happen on rainy days, and it is said that at such times, the words that come out of people's mouths are magical, and some stories will become facts. ”

"I'm more than willing to follow tradition, but ...... Isn't the catastrophe already happening? ”

The glass windows shattered instantly, and bat-like monsters with red pupils were as tall as adults, but with wings, a head like a mouse, a tail, and long teeth. These monsters, black and overwhelming, rushed in from the outside like black clouds...... They make a cacophony that is muffled by thunder.