The Pretender (Fifty-Three)

The chandelier "squeak-squeak-" on the ceiling swayed non-stop, the wick flickered with a faint yellow light from time to time, reflecting the small less than 20 square meters of wood room more and more gloomy and terrifying, the window on the wall exposed a crack, the wind outside the house quietly drilled in, the window made a slight noise, and finally hit the wall, making the lime powder on the wall all over the ground.

I could see a bald old man standing in the room, from a distance, his hairless scalp seemed to reflect light, and up close it was full of wrinkles, like countless eyelids drooping on it, every time he looked at it, he couldn't help but gasp, he stood in the center of the room, one hand twisted the half-lit cigarette butt, and the other hand index finger and thumb kept rubbing. His deep, even slightly collapsed eyes, revealed from time to time a cunning that was so impressive, even if it was fleeting.

I saw his thick, dry lips open slightly, and a hoarse voice came from there. "At 10:00 tonight, as previously discussed, the First Central Hospital was attacked. ”

Standing on Penelope's left hand side was a short-haired young man with a slightly hooked nose and long, long eyelashes that made it impossible to see the eyes behind the eyelashes, and because of this, people always called him "little woman". Kevin had been keeping his head down, rubbing his hands constantly, rubbing his index finger and rubbing his middle finger again, his mouth opened and squeezed again, he seemed to want to say something, stepped forward, withdrew again, and finally raised his head, and said in a voice Cecheno: "Lord... Xi, I think that in this case, the whole city will be in chaos. ”

"Joyce is not willing to compromise, and that's the price he wants. And," Penelope frowned slightly, and thought for a moment, "It's not messy, how can I pull him off the horse, what do you say, Mark?"

Mark was a swarthy man standing to Penelope's right, half of his face was burned, and he looked down at the muscular muscles that bulged from his shoulder blades to his chest, sticking out of the white vest on his chest. It may be that it is hot and humid indoors, and there are still a few drops of sweat on my chest. Looking at Mark again, when he heard Penelope suddenly call him, he was stunned for a moment, looked up at Penelope, his black forehead was covered with forehead lines, and he raised his eyebrows, and laughed out loud "If you don't mix the water, how can you catch a fish?"

Penelope narrowed an arc out of the corner of his eye, then took another puff of his cigarette, "Get ready, don't leave a trace." ”

Bledsoe, who was sitting in front of Wicks' bed, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's 10:00, it's time." ”

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone.

"That's it"

Then I heard a loud thunderous noise outside the window, and the window was shaken as if it was about to crack at any moment, and the fire was blazing, and the smoke was billowing out, and half of the Dergus sky was reflected red, and the scorching heat swept through the entire hospital like a pump that opened the floodgates. Within a while, police and fire trucks arrived one after another.

The director stood up and came to the window, the light of the fire downstairs glittered in the director's eyes, and the director stood at the window on the 13th floor and quietly watched everything outside the window. After a while, he turned back, sat back in his chair, shook his clothes, turned them upside down, shrank himself, and fell asleep.

Not long after that, in the old mole's chamber. There was a frightening sound of "bang" lifting the table, and the things on the table were scattered all over the ground.

"Let you blow up the inpatient department for me," the old mole pointed his fingers up and down to the people present, "Ahhh******h

The old mole turned his back to everyone and sighed. The atmosphere in the whole room was very tense, and everyone could only endure extremely low breathing.

"Didn't anyone explain this?"

Everyone's hearts were startled, and Penelope's low and sonorous words broke the silence in an instant.

Those of you here, you look at me, I look at you. I don't know what to say.

Penelope turned and looked at everyone present.

Everyone present was someone who had been with Penelope for at least three years, and he looked at everyone's expressions.

Mark looked at Kevin, who was touching his hands behind his back, James was expressionless, and Walter was looking at himself. Penelope breathed a long sigh of relief, "You all go down, forget it this time, Walter stays"

Mark, Kevin, and James set up the table and went down.

Penelope pulled Walter to sit down

"What do you think?" said over and over again, smoking a cigarette.

"I thought it was just an accident"

"It looks like an accident, I always think"

"What do you think?" said Walter, looking at Penelope with wide eyes

"I think there's a ghost," Penelope frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm overthinking it. The old mole took a puff of his cigarette and continued. "Walter, you've been with me the longest, how many years"

"Ten years, Chairman"

Penelope thought for a moment, "It's going to have to explode a few more times"

"One more time, gentleman in the night"

"Hmm" Penelope nodded, an elusive smile on his lips. "Joyce, Joyce, what you did to me three years ago, I will double it back to you. Then an insect, at an inopportune time, crept up from the edge of the table, which caught Penelope's attention, and he took his eyes off Walter, lay his hands on the table, looked at the worm thoughtfully, and then played with the objects on the table with great interest, and the worm bumped left and right, and at last had to crawl along the prescribed route.

"Joyce, whether you're a ghost or not, you're already" Just as the worm was about to crawl off the table, Penelope pinched the worm without mercy. "The worst step has been taken. ”

The next morning, Degus, did not seem to be as peaceful as usual, and after several terrorist attacks, everyone began to peril themselves. Joyce's phone was also blown up, and the public was very unhappy with the reaction.

And at Mrs. Brada's house on West Street.

"I'm sorry for you, ma'am," said Mrs. Cristal to Mrs. Brada.

"Where, your family has become like that, come to live in my house, it should be, my home hasn't been so lively for a long time. ”

"Did any of you see Pete," Alyssa yawned and walked out of the house in her bear-like gray-black pajamas.

Lady Brada turned to look at Alyssa, "I slept late last night, and he didn't come back all night. ”

"Where will it go?" Alyssa felt a little uneasy, although Pete was disobedient, but it was indeed rare to stay at night.

At this time, the mayor's office and the mayor's mobile phone suddenly rang.

The phone screen shows an unknown incoming call.

"Heyβ€”"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and suddenly there were two long tones tapping on the phone panel.

And then a strong male voice

"He's starting to suspect a ghost"

"Gentleman of the Night?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon"

I hung up the phone on the other end of the line.

Joyce put away her phone, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and took a long breath.

And at this time, Tian Yuan seemed to regain some consciousness, he felt that the cold wind was constantly cutting his face, and slowly opened his eyes with difficulty, and suddenly appeared in front of him a silver world that he had never seen before, the mountains here are white, the ground is white, even if the sky is intertwined with snowflakes into an empty white blue, clean and transparent, it seems that it can be seen through at a glance, but it can't escape the illusion composed of this elegant white, the wind is blowing across the earth, blowing the snow on the ground into layers of wrinkles, these gentle and cool snowflakes fall on Tian Yuan's face one by one。

"Whewβ€”it's so cold"

The snowflakes slowly melted on his cheeks, and I felt the chill rush to my heart.

"Is this heaven?"

The upper and lower eyelids eventually failed to hold on, and the scenery gradually faded away, accompanied by the heavy snowfall, and finally fainted from exhaustion.