[[[CP|W:250|H:190|A:R|U:http://file2./chapters/201012/24/46749634288248620913595899600.jpg]]] Anthony. Mr. Hopkins sat in an armchair with his elbows on his crocodile arms, his fingers crossed, his palms resting on his abdomen, and his head naturally tilted back.

As he had taught Catherine, he had built in his brain a palace of memories that belonged only to him: the blueprint came from his grandfather's old house in Ravenham, an old and quiet old house, vast and empty, with an unusually high ceiling, black-brown beams carved with vines, icons, symbols of exorcism, and the age of the house's construction, the walls covered with durable basswood wainscoting, and the sunlight shining through the tiny glass framed by iron lattice. The oak and walnut furniture and the floor were warm and sparkling, as if they had been coated with lard.

Anthony had spent his childhood and adolescence here, and he knew it so well that the whole house was laid out so well that he hardly had to change anything - the corridors were filled with masterpieces by artists of all periods that he admired, the walls of the library were neatly lined with the professional books and novels he had read, the weapons room was full of daggers, knives, swords, pistols and shotguns, and the hall was full of two of his favorite bands. The reception room was stocked with an abundance of light brown cigars and the fine wines he had tasted—he wanted to try them.

Walking up the stairs, the rooms on the left and right wings of the second floor were filled with his patients, friends, and acquaintances of all stages, who were mostly as they had first seen him, and who he could have given them their final appearance if needed - though that would have been somewhat crippled, for several of them had been his delicacies. Occasionally, he would visit them, listen to their screams, or talk to them—many of them were intellectual, knowledgeable, and well-connected.

The third floor belonged only to him, and later "Catherine" was added, who gave her access to some of the rooms.

She liked the ladies' embroidery room the most, with its sunny and fresh air, and its tables and rattan chairs made of crooked branches.

It was the same today, when he walked in, "Catherine" was curled up in a rattan chaise longue, hiding behind a large bottle of white roses, and she had a book in her hand, with a dark brown leather cover and a hot gold title "Fashionable to Die to Die", the beige edge of which was already groping a little dirty.

She woke up when Mr. Hopkins walked over.

He ran over and knelt down beside her, his hands around her waist, and his head buried in her abdomen, aggrieved like a child who had been bullied by outsiders.

He told her that he had seen her twin sister today, "except for the eyes," and he said, "you are all alike." ”

"I don't remember much of what she looked like." "Catherine" admitted, "My adoptive mother hated that I kept my old things, whether it was photographs and letters, diaries or memories—but I do remember that her eyes were different from mine. ”

"It's only a little different, I mean looks, and I don't know much about the rest," Anthony said. Hopkins replied thoughtfully, "You see, she works in the 'agency.'" ”

"And I'm a policeman," replied Catherine, "and I think we're quite alike." ”

"What if Sasha wants to meet her and have a word?"

"See you then, that's her aunt."

Then she watched the child's father get into rare real distress: ""Catherine". He said, "Maybe I shouldn't have killed you." Sasha longed for his mother, but he could only provide a photograph and a verbal description of the small pendant, which alone could not have invited "Catherine" to her memory.

"It's nothing," said Catherine calmly, "there will come a day." ”

***

Located deep in the Amazon jungle, Ariau Lodge is more than 500 kilometres away from the nearest city, Manaus, and there are only two ways to get to or from it: a boat up (down) the river, or a small plane.

A group of guests comes, and a group of guests leaves.

Ignoring Catherine's protests, Jack left the room and set a time and place to go back. When the boat arrived in the afternoon, they waited in one wing of the reception hall with simple suitcases in tow, and watched the new passengers noisily pour into Ariawu from the green wooden trestle, brightly dressed and exaggerated, and both adults and children holding cameras and camcorders everywhere – with one exception, so he stood out.

"A priest." Catherine, who had been looking out the window, said that she tried to direct Jack's attention to anywhere but her, but as she had done the previous times, this time it also failed, and Jack didn't even bother to turn his head: "Honey," he said, "even God has a time for vacation." ”

Catherine is going crazy, this damn Jack, since noon this day, he has been clutching her arm or shoulder like a good lover in an aphrodisiac, even if it is time to go to the toilet - he is not waiting outside the door, but outside the cubicle - and if anyone comes in, he will politely say, "I'm sorry, ma'am, there is something wrong with the toilet valve, we are pressing the repairs." You can use the restrooms on the right side of the lobby. ”

She didn't want to leave, most of the members of the action team were extremely perverted and savage (in fact, they were not far from the beasts they were hunting), and Catherine didn't think that they would let go of a chance to get rich or famous because they cared about the safety of a little girl...... Catherine had heard more than once of who had killed hostages or companions in action, but had never heard of them being punished or dismissed for it.

It didn't matter to Catherine whether the man was "GHOUL" or not, she just wanted to get her sister's daughter before the action team arrived—ten thousand steps back, and if she couldn't, she'd warn the bastard to get away with it.

Of course, it would be better to leave her niece behind, Catherine thought, though the hope was slim and ridiculous. But even if it is taken away, it is much better than staying in this dangerous area that can turn into a bloody hunting ground at any time.

She even wanted to use her new power, but couldn't remember how it came to be and how it was "launched".

***

The new guests crowded into the reception hall of the hotel, the cold and fresh air in the reception hall lifted their spirits, and the tour guide went to the counter to get the reserved room card, and they wandered around the hall in groups, constantly photographing the things that surprised them...... Small squirrel monkeys, passing parrots, twenty-foot-tall lotus leaves, largemouth fish clustered under lotus leaves, and even a common Amazonian red dragonfly can elicit one after the other.

Jack lifted his fingers wearily and massaged his temples and brows so hard that his stomach sank like swallowing a quarter of an Amazon—the foreboding was like a peeled onion, clearer and thicker.

His hunches, especially bad ones, had never gone wrong so far, and Jack only hoped that this time would be in time.

The people screamed again, and Catherine thought they had seen something new, but then her arm was grabbed by Jack, and before she could protest, Jack jerked her up from the couch and took several steps back.

The roof fluttered as if something was there—and then, for a split second, a large circular spot of light appeared on the gloomy ground.

"Look, Mommy. A big hole. "The first to notice this vulnerability was a little girl who was held in her mother's arms, she was taller than everyone in the room, and she liked to look around all the time.

The adults looked to the little finger and saw an irregular hole in the roof made of wood and cement, which was growing in size with mud and grass foam.

"Something is digging it!" Someone shouted.

"I know without you saying it." Catherine muttered, her arm clenched tighter by Jack's, and she took the moment to glance at him, his face worse than a frog specimen soaked in formalin.

A conical head sticks out of the hole.

People held their breath.

The emerald tree with white spots looked from side to side like a curious child, and gracefully and slowly lowered its small body from the hole, the sun shining on its scales, and its small silver-gray eyes were only within the palm of a hand.

It held out the letter and touched the grease-covered face.

The poor, fat fellow shook like a good jelly, and he slowly opened his mouth so wide that one could almost see the screams crowded into his throat.

No, he failed to arouse the interest of the beautiful tree python, and it swayed from side to side and folded into several "Z" shapes, slowly shrinking back.

“…… It's gone. "I don't know who's talking about it. Some of the guests were already smiling and excited, including the little fat man who had just been so scared that he almost peed his pants.

It's a memorable opening ceremony, isn't it?

Jack swallowed.

The voice hadn't stopped.

Everyone involuntarily raised their heads to look up, and the roof was still shaking, although it was slight at first...... But almost in the next moment, its changes became noticeable and even violent, and one could clearly see that the decorative logs of the roof were deforming, and the grass, marl, and insects of all kinds fell in the shaking to cover every corner of the hall like droplets of water in the fog.

The collapse was only in an instant, with a loud bang, the floors and walls swayed, half of the zenith disappeared in the blink of an eye, the sunlight pierced into the eyes of men like sharp arrows, and in the hysterical shouts, there were countless cement blocks, broken wood, asphalt flakes...... A large ball of dark brown mixed with red, green, and gold, a large living ball of rope fell into the reception hall of the Ariawu Hotel.

Note: On the right side of the article is the lovely jade tree beautie.

(To be continued)

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