In the middle of the night, it's boring to be a hostel at the front desk, because you can't sleep, you can't find something interesting to do, and you can't be in a daze - a straight-eyed young man standing straight behind a counter with a blank face equal to his chest will be reminiscent of the beginning of some classic horror movie, and the innkeeper thinks that their fragile little minds may be hurt and stimulated by it - so although the hotel is unique in Grande, as a competent service person, Hans had to be cheerful at all times, smiling politely, and receiving every man, woman, and child who walked through the door.

The inhabitants of the town of Grande have their own dwellings, and they prefer to let relatives and friends live in their own houses, and only occasionally do they know, for example, a man and a woman who are in love with each other but do not want to know that they are closer than they seem to have come to borrow a room, and they may not come together, but Hans's shrewd little eyes always detect the clues, and he will knock on a man's or woman's rented room after a while, depending on the situation. In the name of the hotel, he was offered two glasses of cheap champagne or wine mixed with soda—and when he left the room, a hefty tip was placed on the tray.

First-time visitors tend to be more panicked, and sometimes their lovers get up and leave immediately, but they soon learn that Hans is a good man who knows how to keep his mouth shut, that he never drinks, that he doesn't get contaminated with dangerous powders, that he doesn't like to talk to people, that he never repents, and that he doesn't go to the psychiatrist.

Among those Hans knew better, there was a widow, which was actually nothing, but she could not settle down...... There was also a priest, who was not from Grande, but from another small village about fifty miles from Grande, and who had some status. A working woman who is almost old enough to be a grandmother...... Oh yes, and Osien. Douglas, who was a school nurse at Grande Boarding School. He had a house in Grandetown, but occasionally he would have trysts in the hotel with the graduating schoolgirls, a handsome man with a generous hand, and after he was expelled from Grande, Hans was so depressed that he had to give up the two-door refrigerator he had long had his eye on.

Catherine. Starling began dating Mr. Douglas Jr. around Independence Day, and Hans estimated that she should be between twenty-eight and thirty-four years old, while Douglas Jr. was still an underage boy. He was madly infatuated with this mature woman, who was nearly twice his age—Hans never interrupted their date, though he didn't know if it was a date or not, for Lady Catherine was cold and perfunctory towards little Douglas, even though she dressed up as if she was ready to go to the king's coronation every time she arrived.

Each time, it was the lady who came first. Then Mr. Douglas Jr. came in a hurry, except for the first time, Catherine. Stalin's room would leave the room after three or four minutes, leaving Mr. Douglas Jr. alone in the empty room. Out of caution as a waiter and law-abiding citizen, Hans once opened the door with a spare key to check on Bo'er. In the case of Douglas, who looked like he had taken some illegal drugs.

He suspected that the beautiful lady was doing some shady business. He persuaded a police friend to install a surveillance probe in the room, reassuring him that they didn't see the small package of powder, nor the syringe, nor the pills and pills. Catherine just touched Boa. Douglas, the latter fell happily, "My dog is like this when I scratch his belly." His police friend said, "It seems like it's just a unique little game." Even if one of them is underage......" he shrugged, "but there was almost no contact between them, and there was no possibility of an illicit relationship - at least in this room." ”

He removed the surveillance probe, which was against the law. Hans paid him a bottle of pure malt whisky, which was then credited to Mr. Douglas Jr.

Boa. Douglas paid.

Then Hans was no longer worried, especially since their time in the room was so short that it was not short enough for the lady to take off and put on her clothes, and he wondered what kind of game it was to make the arrogant little Douglas so happy.

Just as Hans was passing the time with all sorts of strange guesses, the bell hanging from the door rang, and "the lady" pushed open the door and entered.

Hans looked at his watch, and it was still a quarter of an hour before ten o'clock. "Is eggnog still delivered to your room at ten o'clock?"

"It's still ten o'clock." Catherine replied.

Now that she was unusually familiar with and controlled by her powers, the moment she walked into the room, Bao'er. As Douglas was waking up, his legs sticky and slippery, his body and limbs limp and weak from the long hours of pleasure, and even his brain became a little dull, Catherine leaned down and lightly nodded a little on his forehead, a small bioelectric current piercing his forehead.

"It's time for you to go back." Catherine said to sit back in her chair and follow Anthony . Hopkins's command, her demeanor and body language were gentler and kinder than before, and she kept thinking about her nephew as she looked at Douglas—which made her eyes involuntarily become full of concern and love, but when little Douglas offered to get close to her, she resolutely refused.

Boa. Douglas was gone, and he didn't seem to be sad or angry at Catherine's alienation and indifference—Catherine touched the doorknob that was still palm-warm, and felt the emotion in it—the teenager, who was in a deformed love, was even a little happy and content, and she could put her mind at ease for a while.

At ten o'clock, the hot eggnog was served, and the waiter, remembering her preference, added double the sugar.

It was supposed to be a sweet and quiet night — to hell with little Douglas and big Hopkins, Catherine sipping on a sticky alcoholic drink as she kicked off her heels and tore off the silk gown that wrapped around her body, it made her feel stuffy, the bathroom attached to the room had an old-fashioned four-legged bathtub, the windows were open, the cool evening breeze carried the scent of jasmine through her naked body, and the inn was equipped with pure essential oils. There is also a large comfortable bed.

But a phone call ruined it all, it was the "head".

"Come back," said the chief, "we must go to the monastery one more time, and you must see it again, carefully." ”

"What's going on?" Catherine asked.

There was silence for a few seconds on the microphone of "......," apparently considering whether or not to tell Catherine the news: "It's ticks—those ticks are for the Anomalous." ”

I don't know if it was human negligence, some of the ticks found in the grass and trees near the monastery escaped from the laboratory, and among the people they bitten, the ordinary people were only feverish, aching and swollen, and the parapowers were not in good condition.

High fever, vomiting, coma, organ failure.

Some of them even had a Riot.

(To be continued)