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Suddenly, they were back in the living room of the hotel, back to reality. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shamrock's smile vanished and turned into a look of unease. She took the initiative to walk towards Zhou Jia, walked up to her, looked at Zhou Jia's face strangely, and stared at it with her squinted eyes.

Zhou Jia didn't seem to be flustered, he had experienced this situation too many times, enough to sort out some clues, and if there was Clover's testimony, then he could draw conclusions.

After staring at each other silently for a while, the two men raised their hands at the same time, and the two hands were clasped together.

Their hands were cold, and Shamrock spoke first: "Your body temperature is more like a ghost than mine." ”

Zhou Jia smiled and asked, "What are you?"

Clover looked at her and replied, "I want to ask you that too." I thought you were like them. ”

"They?" Zhou Jia thought for a moment, "those who can see you?"

Shamrock lifted up his hand and said, "One hundred and forty years have passed, and no more than ten people can see me, and those who can hear me can count on one hand...... Not to mention touching me. ”

Zhou Jia put his palm opposite hers and pressed it tightly together.

Clover continued: "At first, I thought I was really dead, separated from my closest people. In this room, I watched Henry and my brothers and sisters mourn me, and I cried so hard that they could not see or hear. Later I found out that people could see me, although such people were rare...... They demolished our house in 1927, and John Hayer's house next door, and I didn't leave, watching the old house disappear...... The next year the hotel was built, and there were more guests coming and going, and I found someone who could see me by chance, but as soon as they saw me, they were scared away. ”

"That's why there are rumors that the hotel is haunted. Zhou Jia said.

"Soon it was the Great Depression, when everyone was having a hard time, and it was during this time that the story of the 'Black Mourner' came out, and I learned that the statue that Henry had erected for me was a fake, and everyone was saying that the statue was haunted by evil spirits. I went over there to see it, but the statue was not much different from the original, and it wasn't very scary. ”

"Wait, you said you've been to Druid Ridge Cemetery, Pikesville in Baltimore?"

"It's not far from Washington......"

"What do you mean, you can leave here and go to another city?"

Clover nodded and said, "I can go anywhere I want." At that time, because Hei Aiji was very famous, I thought that if I showed up in the cemetery, more people would be able to see me, maybe one or two people would be able to see me......!

"The sheet metal worker? can he see you?"

"How do you know?" Clover said, amazed at Zhou Jia's acuity, "that night, the man was drunk, but he did see me. Although he couldn't remember exactly what happened that night, it was also because of his testimony in court that Hei Aiji became more famous, and many people secretly wanted to break into the cemetery to see the true face of the ghost...... But I never met anyone who could see me. Later, I got tired of it and stopped clinging to finding someone who could see me. It's just that I didn't expect that thirty years later, Hei Aiji was sent to the courtyard across the road, which was much closer to Stony Creek Cemetery, and I often ran over to have a look. ”

Zhou Jia showed a look of sudden realization and said, "So when I went to see the statue yesterday morning, you were there!"

"Yes, you found me, but you didn't see me!"

"I have a vague feeling!" Zhou Jia frowned, "So, what are you?"

Clover paused slightly, then announced aloud, "I'm the Spirit!"

"Extraordinary?"

Shamrock blinked and asked, "Do you know about the Transcendentals?"

Zhou Jia nodded and said, "You mentioned it many times in your diary, so I checked it on the Internet." ”

Emerson's original words were that "the world shrinks itself into a drop of dew", so transcendentalism holds that everything in this world is essentially unified and that everything is conditioned by the 'The-Over-soul'. Members of the Transcendental School believe that "the superspirit is an all-encompassing, all-pervasive force that promotes good and suppresses evil, is the origin of all things, belongs to all things, and exists in nature as well as in the human body." ”

Zhou Jia said: "This concept is too abstract to understand what it means!"

"I didn't understand it at first. At first, it was Madam Peabody who asked me to do a good job of studying what 'transcendentalism' was, and I wanted to get to know my own mother, but I just understood that as an academic ......study," she sighed, and said, "It wasn't until I became like this that I began to understand that there really is what they call 'transcendence,' and that it is a form of being that is higher than the soul...... In retrospect, I think that there may be more than one member of the Transcendentals who have special abilities, that Miss Fuller may indeed have the ability to foresee, and that my mother can heal others...... And I can see people's memories of the past, and I can predict the death of others......"

Zhou Jia muttered: "I feel that maybe your ability is more than these......"

Clover showed a surprised expression and said, "I was extremely low for a while, what's the use of becoming a superling? no one can see me, no one knows about my existence...... It's been a long, long time...... I didn't expect it until a few years ago, when the film crew that was filming the haunted house, I knew that the fat guy with the camera could see me, and I went to him, and I thought he wasn't afraid of ghosts, and I thought he could read my hints......"

"You want him to find those diaries!"

Clover nodded, with a slightly excited expression, and said, "I know you can find it, you're different from others, but I didn't expect you to find those diaries so quickly!!"

"You are different from others," Zhou Jia repeated in her heart. After thinking about it, she asked, "The last entry in the diary is that you went to see your father, what happened in the early hours of that morning?"

It was indeed very strange that the end of the diary was dictated by the owner himself, but Zhou Jia listened extremely carefully, for fear of missing even a word.

"I went to my father in a rage, and my mind was full of images of my mother's death. Jumping out of the car and stepping up the steps, I knew that my father always put the key under the second flower pot on the left, took the key and opened the door. I know that my father has a habit of going to bed late, and he won't go to bed until the second half of the night. I went straight to my father's study, where he slept most of the time after my mother died. The door was open, and the lamp on the table was on, but there was no one in the room. I turned off the lights and went upstairs, thinking to myself that his car was still there, and it was impossible to go out. After going up a few steps, I suddenly found ...... The room in the master bedroom is lit up. No one has been in this room since my mother died. I slowed down and walked slowly towards the door. But my father called my name to the door, and he knew it was me. I pushed the door open and watched him bent over and kneeling on the floor in the same position I had seen that night when I was a kid. I called him softly, and he slowly raised his head and said to me 'Shamrock, you're home, great'. ”

Clover's narration is vivid, as if it happened in front of Zhou Jia's eyes, and the process can be seen clearly.

She sighed and said slowly, "After I really saw my father, all the words came to my mouth, and I couldn't ask again. But to my surprise, my father seemed to know why I came, saying that I had finally remembered and that it was time for me to let me know the truth. He had a long talk with me, many questions were solved, and many memories were connected. Long before her father knew her mother, she would secretly save people, and she had unparalleled strength, which surprised and admired my father, she was his angel. But his father recalled that later, he felt that the power was constantly draining his mother's body, and that time she collapsed in a pool of blood, and her body quickly decayed, and in the end she could not save herself. My father always regretted that he shouldn't have let my mother save those people. I looked at my father's hands, and they trembled so much, and I realized that my father looked so old and sad...... Thirteen days later, he died. The cause of death was a severe stroke. The only thing that comforted me was that my brother and sister told me that he had a serene expression when he went. ”

Zhou Jia was puzzled: "Since you didn't fall into grief because of your father's death, and finally suffered from depression, which led to suicide, then why did you stop writing diaries?" After thinking about it, she asked again, "Also, when were those diaries buried in Lafayette Square, and who buried them?"

Shamrock smiled coldly and said, "After dealing with my father's funeral, I returned to Washington. As sad as I was, I continued to take pictures, but I didn't go to George's photo gallery right away. A few days later I had a fight with Henry, no, not an argument, but he came to me viciously and accused me, and he knew that I had gone to Boston privately with George, and had spent the night at Parker's Cottage, and he said that I had 'a leg with George...... He rarely uses such vulgar words. I didn't argue at first, because I knew it was Mrs. Cameron's doing. At my father's funeral, a friend privately reminded me that Mrs. Cameron was in Boston last week. At a banquet, Mrs. Cameron said that she had discovered a shocking secret, that she had learned that a certain favorite of her social circle had been cheating on a young man...... This friend told me that Mrs. Cameron pointed the finger at me both in and out of her words. Listening to Henry's sneering, I finally couldn't hold back, and I told him that I knew about the love letter. Unexpectedly, I told Henry that I said the love letter, which angered Henry even more, and he said that the content of the letter was only a way of description, a rhetorical exaggeration, and that he and Mrs. Cameron were clear and not something that could be slandered casually. He forbade me to go outside to take pictures of others, and announced that I was so grieved by my father's death that he wanted to close the salon and refuse to see anyone. For the next period of time, we were in the Cold War. ”

The two of them were standing in the living room of the hotel, Clover looking at the pictures she had taken on the table, and the tin box on the carpet. It seemed that a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Everyone believes that I am sick and depressed, because of my father's death, I can only lie in bed and wash my face with tears, but there is one person who will not believe it, he knows that I will not give up taking pictures." ”

"Photography maniac - George?" Zhou Jia said.

"Well, Alice took the opportunity to visit me and brought me a letter from George. The letter said: He has closed his photography shop in Washington, D.C., and he and William are planning a trip to organize another trip to the Amazon rainforest to help me find the monument in my grandmother's heart. I asked Alice to help me talk and say I wanted to see him. After we actually met, we didn't say much, I just asked him about the period when he decided to leave, and asked him to bury those diaries with me. I buried the secret of joining the "Saturday Club" and the "George Maniac Photographic Society" with my diary.

Zhou Jia said: "From the perspective of modern people, in fact, there has been a crack in your marriage for a long time. ”

Clover nodded and said, "When I first met Henry, I was attracted by his talent, but later in life, I gradually realized that we didn't have a common language and interests. It can be seen from his love letters that he feels happier when he is with Mrs. Cameron. During that time, when I secretly studied photography with George, I was so immersed and happy that I really neglected to communicate with Henry...... I asked myself, was it just that young George had a good impression of me? In fact, his talent and enthusiasm had already made me feel like he was excited during the whole process. In the end, they are just two people who have cheating on their feelings, but they can't escape the eyes of the world and continue to maintain their marriage that has existed in name only. ”

Silence returned to the room. Shamrock seems to be caught up in the reminiscence of the past, while Zhou Jia is thinking about what she calls "superspiritual".

"Wang" a few dog barks, Clover suddenly came to her senses, and she turned her head to look out of the living room door.

Zhou Jia followed the direction of her gaze, and a small dog happened to pass through the door, and its body looked extremely white and bright in the dark.

The Marquis screamed incessantly, as if to warn of the danger coming.

Shamrock looked very anxious, and a trace of panic slipped in her eyes: "The marquis is helping me keep an eye on it, the person next to you is back, I want to hide first!"

"Hatty, you mean him?" Zhou Jia asked, holding Clover, "why are you avoiding him?"

Clover furrowed her eyebrows and said, "He's not an ordinary person, although he can't see me, but he's around him...... There are a lot of supersouls around! I'm scared!"

"Superling, you said Hatti's side?"

"Like me, there is no physical supersoul. There are a lot of them around him! They are terrible!"

"Don't worry, I won't let his people hurt you!!" Zhou Jia pulled up the clover, and the two of them went into the bedroom and locked the door.

The Marquis passed through the door again and waited at the door.

"You come with me! I have something to ask you. Zhou Jia turned around and ran to the bathroom, and Clover slowly followed. (To be continued.) )