246 The Abyss of Dreams
Richard nervously reached for his pistol and checked it again, and Oppenheimer saw the policeman's hands trembling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Richard then feigned composure and replied, "According to the little girl's account, there was a man with a cracked face in the nightmare who ordered her to get out of this murderous house. The knight in the dream rushes to protect her, but is caught in the heart and dies violently. When he woke up the next day, he found the knight's body. ”
Oppenheimer's hair stood on end, he didn't expect that he was unexpectedly approaching the truth of the nightmare killing, and suddenly slapped the table and stood up, and shouted: "Please let me see Ling Mei! I want to ask her to describe the picture in the nightmare carefully......"
"You can't see her...... Frederick browning his forehead in exhaustion, "three dead...... I can't let her do any more evil. She was so frightened that she almost had a nervous breakdown, and I had to send her to St. Stephen's Cathedral. ”
Oppenheimer was one step away from the truth, but he was ruthlessly cut off hope, and sat back in his chair in a daze, only to see Richard clutching his pistol and pushing the plate away as if he were facing a great enemy: "Please forgive me for my incompetence." I really can't find the murderer...... Maybe you should buy another house. I mean, thousands of people have died in this place, and maybe there are resentful bones buried in the foundations of the mansion. If ghosts can kill, I can't help you. Thank you for your last hospitality, I want to leave. ”
Frederick asked in fear, "What do you mean? I asked you to investigate the case, and you are ready to leave so irresponsibly?"
Richard stood at the dining table, looking around nervously, as if he was afraid that there was a monster hidden in the shadows that could not be illuminated by candlelight: "This is an old mansion that has been abandoned for more than ten years, right? ”
Oppenheimer listened to the two arguing with trepidation, and when he was panicking, he heard that the section chief was leaving, and suddenly remembered that he still had to bribe the police, so he hurriedly said to stay: "How can there be ghosts and monsters in this world? I firmly believe that sooner or later these murders will come to light, because the murderers cannot escape justice......"
Richard's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was more flustered than yellow paper, and he shouted in fear: "That's why I don't want to die in such a hellish place! People who die in dreams die violently in the daytime, so I have been losing sleep since yesterday! Your Highness Frederick, if I were you, I would hide in the church and beg the priest to soak me up with holy water, instead of continuing to stay in this gloomy murderous mansion and deceive myself into tracking down the murderer." Oppenheimer's panicked police chief, then nodded to Frederick in alarm, grabbed his trench coat and hurried out, his pistol still in his pocket.
Before Oppenheimer could pay the bribe, the police chief was about to leave, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and turned his head to plead with Frederick, please keep the chief.
Frederick had no choice but to force his mouth: "Mr. Richard, I have decided to lead the high-ranking knights tonight to defend the mansion all night. You don't want to give up halfway, do you?
Richard stood motionless in the doorway for more than ten seconds. Then he walked back helplessly, put the pistol on the table, and rubbed his forehead tiredly: "You won't find the murderer, it's a ghost." ”
"I will not allow thieves to kill my knights in the name of evil spirits. Frederick stubbornly tough, "I'll definitely find out the murderer." ”
Oppenheimer was on fire, wondering in horror whether the "dream killing" was a ghost of Mendelssohn and whether he would have another nightmare tonight, and at the same time anxiously looking for an opportunity to be alone with Richard and clear his name after bribing himself to clear the suspicion of the bombing. Fortunately, Frederick's appetite was not good, and he ate a little symbolically in a haggard manner, threw the napkin on the table, apologized to the two guests, and then left the table to mobilize the knights and strengthen the garrison.
Oppenheimer quietly found Richard after eating and turning off the lights at night, and after flattering him for a while, he gave him a bearer check for 1,000 gold coins without moving. Richard excused himself a few times in annoyance, and his hand gradually lost strength, and he let someone else stuff the check into his pocket, and then sat helplessly on the edge of the bed and complained: "If it weren't for the economic downturn, I would never have taken it." Do you have any difficulties?"
Oppenheimer hurriedly cried that he was not responsible for the bombing. Richard cursed Frederick in annoyance: "He told him to keep his mouth shut! Well, I can't trust Frederick anymore. ”
Then Richard frowned and took a puff of his pipe, before he made up his mind, bowed his head and waved at the banker: "Don't be afraid. There have been 8 bodies in the bombing case, and David, the sponsor, has been found, and the case can basically be closed. The police force has not found any evidence against you, so you can sleep peacefully. ”
Oppenheimer was overjoyed at the amnesty, and when he groveled and tried to retreat, he swelled up with contempt for the nobles, and suddenly thought to himself: "Richard is so proud, and he is not still a pawn of Cheque." ”
But when Oppenheimer opened the door to leave, Richard was hunched on the edge of the bed, smoking his pipe with gloomy eyes, and coldly uttered: "Even the brave Farragut is dead...... It is true that the Yin Soul uses dreams to kill people! The justice that is buried by the living during the day is sought by the dead at night...... I can't sleep tonight. ”
"Farragut?" Oppenheimer cried out, stunned at the door, "One of the three murdered people was Farragut?
Oppenheimer had met Farragut. He especially envied Frederick for having such a brave and strong bodyguard.
Richard refused to say more, and irritably urged Oppenheimer to leave.
Oppenheimer returned to the guest room on the third floor with trepidation, the corridor was brightly lit, ten steps and one post, and there were many sentinels, giving people a sense of yang and strong security.
But he succeeded in bribing the secret police to clear the suspicion of financing the bombing, which made him a little more steady, and secretly thought that this trip was not in vain, and after crawling into bed and lying down for a while, he fell into a deep sleep inexplicably, and fell into the abyss of dreams in a whirlwind, and the snoring soon sounded.
I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly the quilt slipped to the ground, Oppenheimer woke up from the cold of early autumn, and heard the sound of rats gnawing in a daze. He grunted in annoyance and reached for the quilt.
The quilt slid to the ground and was pulled all the way to the door. At some point, the door opened on its own, letting in the moonlight from the dark hallway, slightly illuminating the dark bedroom.
There was a strong man squatting at the door, holding a guard, and I didn't know what he was doing. The guard snuggled into the arms of the strong man, his hands stretched out firmly, still clutching the corner of Oppenheimer's quilt.
Oppenheimer rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Who?" propped up and took advantage of the moonlight to look closely at the suspicious elements crouching in the doorway.
The strong man also heard the voice, and turned his head slowly, but his face was hidden in the darkness, and the light only cast his snow-white eyeballs and half a pale cheek. (To be continued.) )