By the time Esther and the rabbit had made their way up the stairs to the fourth floor, there were already seven or eight guests gathered to see what was going on, and some of the doors opened a small crack that showed frightened eyes.

The brunette girl at the front desk was kneeling in the hallway, next to a puddle of vomit, and a woman with the same pale face patted her on the shoulder and handed her a handkerchief so that the brunette could have something to wipe the liquid from the corner of her mouth.

The young man in round glasses communicated with the others, covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

Most of his movements were the same, even the rabbit frowned, and subconsciously grabbed Esther's wrist instead of her cuff.

The rabbit shook Esther's arm: "What a strong smell of blood......"

He'd seen private gunfights in the East End, butchers cutting chicken or beef ribs with kitchen knives, and even then, rabbits didn't smell the smell of blood so strong that they wanted to vomit.

Esther smelled not only blood, but also some kind of weirdness that was so sweet that it was rotten.

Esther patted the rabbit on the shoulder and gave him a clean handkerchief, "You go and help me see how the dark-haired lady is doing." Don't get out of their sight, don't move around, I'll go ahead and take a look. ”

The rabbit let go of Esther's wrist and took the handkerchief to the two weeping ladies, crouching silently beside them.

Behind the door of the room, there was a heart-rending howl, but the people watching outside the door did not dare to enter it at all, and the scene inside was probably terrible, and Esther deliberately carried the rabbit away, for fear of leaving some psychological shadow on the boy.

The worried men in the hallway did not dare to approach the door, their faces getting worse and worse one by one, and one of them was leaning against the wall, looking not far from vomiting.

Esther had heard part of their conversation earlier, and someone had already gone downstairs to call the police.

Seeing that Esther wanted to push the door and enter the house, someone from behind immediately shouted to her, and raised her arm to grab Esther's shoulder: "Ma'am, you'd better not-"

But he stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The round lenses in the crowd are slightly reflective.

The owner of the glasses withdrew his gaze and continued to whisper to those around him, expressing concern for the security of Tingen and complaining about the equally chaotic Beckland and Prieze Harbour.

The strange feeling in the room was close to her, and Esther didn't notice the man's anomaly.

She had reached out and pushed open the half-hidden door, and walked in with the rest of her eyes in awe and admiration.

There were also a few indifferent glances, they were waiting for this seemingly bold lady, and the next moment they also rushed out of the house, ran to the side of the corridor and wept and retched. Then they laughed bitterly in a low voice, and lamented the reckless behavior of this woman to those around them.

The rabbit crouched beside the other two ladies, observing their demeanor and whispering conversations, meeting a pair of lake-green eyes.

The rabbit quickly lowered his head and racked his brains to comfort the brunette girl at the front desk, avoiding the man's attention.

Esther walked through the door marked "Fourteen" and was greeted by a living room that was larger and more ornate than the third-floor suite—at least until it was covered in blood, it should have been quite luxurious.

It's like a big bucket of tomatoes that have burst in the house, and the eyes are bright red.

A lady knelt not far from the door, clinging to the wall, her other hand still in her hand, which was still bleeding from the cut, and a gold ring on her ring finger, exactly the same as the one on the woman's right hand.

She didn't even need to look away, Esther could feel the lady's broken mental state.

She was half screaming and half crying, barely able to express a complete sentence, and from time to time she threw away the severed hand in a panic, and scratched her arm with her nails, leaving blood marks as if to pull the fear out from under her skin.

Then the lady leaned down again and picked up the severed hand, kissed the ring with tears, rubbed a little blood on her cheek, and then realized that the back of her wrist was empty, and repeated the process of throwing it away.

The scarlet soaked through her tender blue lotus dress, the windows in the guest room were wide open, and the crimson moonlight shattered with the evening breeze.

The culprit seems to have run away on the spot, this is not the job of an ordinary policeman, it must be handed over to the church agency, if memory serves, it is the one in charge of the Golden Sycamore District......

Esther walked over to the frantic lady and grabbed her right hand, stealing all the thoughts and emotions from her mind, as well as the strongest part of the memory.

The lady did not know what was going on, but was frightened when she saw the scene in the house, and when she found the severed hand on the carpet, what little lucidity she had left was completely severed.

The woman's expression was empty for a moment, and under the control of extraordinary power, the sudden relaxation of nerves made it impossible for her to stay awake any longer, her body swayed from side to side twice, and then hung limply, but her hand was still tightly grasping the severed hand with the ring.

Esther grabbed the woman's body and gripped it again, stealing the power between her fingers, and the severed hand rolled to the ground, splattering a little blood.

Esther reached out again, and a blood-stained gold ring landed in her palm, and Esther shoved the ring into the woman's hand.

Even in a coma, the woman unconsciously held the warm wedding ring as if it were clutching a reed on the bank of a collapsed river.

Esther grabbed the woman's armpits, and in order not to appear too relaxed, she could only use this position to drag the mentally traumatized lady out of the scene of the crime.

The people outside the door heard no sound and did not dare to look carefully into the house, and when Esther dragged the bloodied woman out of the doorway, two of them even subconsciously took several steps back.

When the rabbit saw Esther come out, he immediately tried to squeeze through the crowd and come to Esther's side to help, but one of them quickly grabbed his arm and dragged the boy to his feet.

The rabbit looked up indignantly and glared at the blond-brown-haired youth.

His gaze under the round lens did not fluctuate, and the young man smiled and said, "Didn't she tell you to stay here and not to go over?" ”

The rabbit struggled twice, but the young man looked very gentle, and his hands were quite strong, and the rabbit could not shake it off.

Esther laid the lady flat down in the hallway, and an old man with a beard came out of the room, laying down a pillow and blanket beside her.

Esther thanked the other and placed a pillow under the unconscious lady's head, and the blanket covered the blood-stained dress, which at least made her look less intimidating.

Esther then turned back to her feet and closed the door that kept smelling of blood, so that no one outside could see inside.

Her calm attitude gradually silenced the people standing in the hallway, and they looked at Esther in silence as they did at another mad woman.

The rabbit felt the force on his wrist weaken, and his memory just now was empty, and then the rabbit looked at Esther, who leaned over to check the woman's condition, and subconsciously ran in that direction, pushing away the people blocking the aisle.

Esther looked at the rabbit and casually swept across the crowd, "Can anyone get me a towel?" Preferably wet. ”

"I'll go."

Esther looked at the young man who responded, she still had an impression of this person, who lived diagonally opposite the third floor, the guest in room six.

The young man quickly turned around and trotted down the stairs with a puff of smoke.

The rabbit who crouched next to Esther sniffed, and it was obvious that the strong smell of blood here also made him uncomfortable.

"Didn't I let you stay over there?" Esther confirmed that the unconscious lady was in good condition, and that her breathing and heartbeat were steady, so she asked the rabbit in a whisper.

The rabbit squeaked twice and did not speak.

Not long after, the young man with disc glasses returned to the fourth floor and handed over a wet towel, holding a tray with a teapot and teacups.

Esther checked the humidity of the towel and twisted it again to make sure it didn't drip much, before wiping the blood from the unconscious woman's face.

The young man gave the hot tea to the brunette and the equally pale woman, and then took the tray of the remaining two cups and placed them in Esther's hand.

He turned to face the other worried onlookers:

"Otherwise, let's go back to our respective rooms, and wait for the police to come later, and we will definitely face interrogation." Staying here too many people may irritate the unconscious lady and may make her condition worse.

"It doesn't have much to do with us, we just had the bad luck to stay at this hotel tonight, the vicious killer seems to have left, and the police won't bother us too much.

"But to be on the safe side, we'd better stay with our acquaintances and be vigilant enough that the terrible killer doesn't return. If you are really worried about the current situation, you can also go to the public restaurant on the second floor and try to stay with as many people as possible, which is safer. ”

Perhaps it was because the young man had spoken and behaved very favorably with a few people before, and even if he had proposed such a plan without permission, most of them had no opinion, and several people returned to the house, while others walked down the stairs together.

The other lady nodded at the group and led the young brunette down the stairs to the common dining area on the second floor with her husband.

Soon there were Esther, Rabbit, and the mild-mannered young man who stood beside the unconscious lady in the hallway, and the old man who had taken the blanket and pillow out of the room.

The old man coughed vigorously twice, looked at the lady on the ground and sighed heavily: "When the police come, how are you going to explain it to them, child?" ”

"I'll ask them to call the special department, it's not something that ordinary police officers can handle." Esther subconsciously glanced at the young man again, who was staring at the door that Esther had led shut, thinking about something.

I don't know if it's because of the combination of round lenses and green eyes, he looks quite pleasing to the eye.

It's a lightning-shaped scar that misses the road. Esther thought to herself.

(End of chapter)