The last person to visit was Mrs. Jones, who is 85 years old and who I was the subject of my trip.

Actually, to be honest, Mrs. Jones didn't approve of my two errands as a follow-up reporter and a contact between the criminal police team and the tour group, and she still wanted me to always be by her side, but I couldn't help it, because I still had my own little ninety-nine, and I had to find a third little spinning top to be the real purpose of the trip, and my intuition told me that it should be not far away. However, as of now, there is still a foggy fog ahead. Sometimes I lose enough judgment about my own actions, and I follow my instincts to find out whether this tour group that seems to be so troubled at the moment is right or wrong, and I can't fully determine whether it is right or wrong. When I think of this, my heart is like a little snake crawling at a loss, gnawing at my unusually fragile internal organs at any time. But now that the matter has come to this, I can only follow the path with difficulty.

My crankiness did not escape Rahman's sharp eyes, and he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, you're a little nervous about going to the old lady?" ”

Luckily, he just thought that I was nervous because I was going to the old lady, which put my heart at ease. I hurriedly pretended to be worried and said, "Mrs. Jones is eighty-five years old, and she has encountered such an unlucky thing, I wonder if she can bear it psychologically?!" Although her body is still quite strong, she is already old and dying after all, and sometimes she speaks upside down, which makes people a little worried. ”

"yes, we have to be careful." Rahman seems to have understood, too.

As we spoke, we came to Mrs. Jones's mansion, where I lived. I thought it would be better not to rush in after I was followed by two big men, so I knocked lightly on the door. The door opened, and the hotel waitress Amelia showed her head. I said hello to Amelia and introduced her to two cops, and then she rushed in, and she dodged into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the drawing-room, he saw Mrs. Jones, who was leaning on the large sofa with her eyes closed, and still humming a tune in a low voice. Perhaps it was the sound of our footsteps that disturbed her singing, but she opened her confused eyes and saw that it was me, and she smiled, "I came back very early today!" But as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, she stopped abruptly, because she had already seen the two detectives behind me. Her smile was gone, and her face suddenly became ugly.

"Hello!" Rahman and Saul shouted at the old lady in unison.

"We are the two detectives investigating the 'Cave Dead Body', my name is Rahman, and his name is Saul."

Perhaps because Mrs. Jones did not speak up, Rahman continued: "You look really healthy, you look like an old lady in your eighties, and I think you are only seventy years old!" ”

This flattery, which everyone used, finally made Old Lady Jones's face no longer so ugly.

Then they both sat down on the couch across from the old lady, and I followed and sat down on the couch next to them, because I knew that I was a follow-up reporter at the moment. After a while, Amelia brought us mellow Pu'er tea.

"How are you doing these days?" Rahman asked, holding up his teacup.

"Thanks to everyone, I had a great time. Luckily, the companions in the tour group didn't dislike me, and they always gathered around me. Mrs. Jones said gratefully.

"You already know about Shariel's death, right?"

"Oh, I've heard about this for a long time."

"What is your impression of the deceased?"

"Well, to be honest, this guy doesn't have any contact at all. During the whole tour, he always took his sunny avenue, and I took my single-plank bridge, and we never communicated with each other. ”

"Isn't that a rarity?!" Rahman half-jokingly.

"What's so rare about this?! I am old and decrepit, and my actions are not very convenient, and if I am willing to contact me, I will greet him with a smile, and if I don't want to deal with me, I have no spirit and interest to run after him. Mrs. Jones's words were not very nice, but they were to the point.

"Is there anyone who makes you suspicious?"

"There are no such people at all. I thought everyone in the tour group was very nice, everyone had a great time and had a great time. …… Do you want to say suspicious people...... I suddenly remembered a person, our guide, the man named Hamel. He's not a good tour guide, I've wanted to complain about him for a long time, he doesn't care about giving us a tour guide, he doesn't care if he doesn't talk about it, and he often can't be found. He's always elusive, and it's really suspicious to think about it now. For the daily work of the tour guide, he is not at all concerned. But for those activities that make extra money, he doesn't pull a single one, and he is an extremely hateful fellow! At this time, Mrs. Jones's expression was simply gritted teeth.

Saul and I wrote down in detail what Mrs. Jones had said, but Rahman didn't seem to even bother to take a pen. He just stared at the old woman without blinking.

Perhaps it was because Rahman's little eyes were so focused and conspicuous that Mrs. Jones was a little embarrassed, and how long it had been in Mrs. Jones's memory that a man had not been so conspicuous, so Mrs. Jones quietly took a silk handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiped the sides of her cheeks with great grace.

As Mrs. Jones reserved the fine and elegant silk handkerchief she held in her hand, she suddenly remembered something. This sudden event seemed to frighten the old lady, for in a moment her whole body became unusually stiff, and her flat mouth grew involuntarily.

She finally let out a reluctant breath before she said leisurely, "There is one thing that I must nag with you. It was the fourth night of visiting this place, and Xiaomeng waited for me to drink water and take medicine, and after washing up, she left my room and went to the next door. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, but what I didn't expect was that I fell asleep quickly, and I slept soundly. I don't know how long it took for me to notice a dry mouth, and I woke up in a daze. I tried to turn on the night light, but I couldn't do it. It made me think I was going to die, and I thought it wasn't a bad thing to die while playing, and it wasn't painful. Just as I was imagining it, a man approached me. Because of the darkness in the room, I could only faintly see his human form by the faint light of the curtains, and he wore a hat that towered into the sky, like the tall gentleman's hat worn by men in the nineteenth century. I shouted, and the excitement in that tone was so real to myself. It was only later that I realized that I was calling for the nickname of my first love. But the man in the tall hat seemed to froze for a moment, then stepped back step by step, and finally ran out. After that, I miraculously slept to death, and it wasn't until Xiaomeng came in the next morning that I woke up from a big dream. Such a deep sleep for so long is something I haven't encountered in many years. At that time, I guessed that I might just have a sweet dream, so I kept my mouth shut with everyone, and I didn't feel the need to say it. But the moment you came to the humble house, I suddenly had a sudden awakening, as if the scene had come back to that time, and I also remembered an action I had experienced at that time, that is, the man in the high hat took my hand. Are you saying it's a nightmare, or was someone hypnotized by someone?! ”

As she spoke, the old lady had regained her original appearance, but a few drops of cold sweat oozed from her sideburns.

Rahman looked at the old lady's somewhat pale face and said suspiciously, "Well, we don't know if it's your hallucination, or if it's true. Now it can only be recorded for the next exploration, screening and research. ”

To be honest, Mrs. Jones's words are indeed a bit miraculous, and it is difficult for us to tell whether they are true or false. Although we can't let her words go, we can't blindly believe it as true, and we can only take it one step at a time.