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The scorching heat of the day had long since completely subsided, and a hint of coolness poured out of the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhou Jia just turned around and put on a dress, and suddenly, she felt that something was wrong. A strange feeling came over her, could it be that the ghost is coming again?she quickly shook her head, and just as she was trying to persuade herself not to think about it, the door to the bedroom suddenly moved.

As the door slowly pushed open, her heart sank lower and lower.

A smell of almonds wafted in through the crack in the door, strong and pungent.

The door was only halfway open and stopped, and the room was silent. After being silent for a while, Zhou Jia couldn't stand it, she hated this feeling of dying the most. With her heart down, she walked to the door, and as she walked, she comforted herself: What's the big deal, isn't it a ghost!

She poked her head out of the door, the living room was not lit, and it was dark outside, but the white figure standing in the center of the living room was more prominent.

She swallowed involuntarily, as if she could swallow the fear that welled up in her heart back into her stomach.

Marianne Hooper Adams was standing there.

Zhou Jia tried to ask herself, the question she had asked herself many times before: Why did she appear? And why did she appear in front of me? Could it be that she really died with hatred and wanted to clear her name? She didn't seem to want to hurt herself, did she want to hint to herself, who was the real murderer?

A white wide-brimmed flower hat with a layer of tulle hanging from the brim, covering her entire face, although a little far away is not real, but, there is no doubt that it is Mrs. Shamrock!

Today, however, she wore a beige dress with a collarless off-the-shoulder dress and lace on her chest, which was more visible because more skin was exposed. The skirt was propped up by the skirt supports, and behind the skirt was a long skirt embroidered with large milky white magnolia flowers.

"If she wants to kill me, she did it last time. Don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid...... See what she wants to do?" Zhou Jia struggled to move his legs and walked forward, but every step was mechanical, stiff, and trembling.

Zhou Jia cautiously moved towards the ghost, she held her breath, she was so close that she could even see the wrinkles at the corners of Marianne Hooper's mouth.

"That...... The ......, "Can anyone tell me how to talk to a ghost?" she remembered the little dog and asked, "What about the Marquis?"

The puppy called "The Marquis" did come out from behind Marianne's skirt.

Zhou Jia was about to continue to get close to the ghost, but the other party suddenly walked over to her.

Zhou Jia felt that the belief he had just strengthened had vanished again, like quicksand.

However, there is also the soul of Marianne that is also dissipated. Just when Zhou Jia thought that the ghost would get in and attach to her body, she didn't think about it, and as soon as the body in the soul state touched her body, it dissipated. A thin layer of mist lingered around her, and even the ground on which she stepped felt a little damp.

"Buzz......" she seemed to hear something, and then there was a cacophony of noise, and she quickly covered her ears, her head about to explode.

When everything calmed down, she looked up again and saw that there was no ghost in sight.

There was a creak, and the door to the living room suddenly opened.

Zhou Jia's body froze for about a second, but it was long enough. She decided to catch up.

Walking out, Zhou Jia stretched out his head to look left and right, and there was no trace of a bodyguard at the door? Could it be ...... Cleaned up by ghosts, right?

She began to admire her own surprise and imagination lately. Walking out lightly, the doors of the surrounding rooms were closed, but fortunately, on the entire top floor, she walked around and bumped into Harty's men at most, and would not meet other guests.

But where is this going? After wandering around the labyrinthine corridor for a while, she was hesitating when she suddenly saw a white shadow flashing, and she hurried to chase in that direction.

That white light was the "Marquis". But Zhou Jia thought it was strange that she could see the puppy in the distance, but every time she tried to get closer, it suddenly disappeared again.

After chasing in the corridor for a while, he suddenly saw the "Marquis" crouching in front of him, as if he saw himself following, and he turned around and ran.

She looked up and saw a wall in front of her. However, the puppy actually wore it!

Zhou Jia also hurriedly trotted a few steps, she stretched out her hand and patted it, and sighed: It's really a brick wall!

She stood silently, her eyes fixed on the brick wall, as if there was some noise over there. She put her ear on it, listened for a few seconds, and nothing...... But she didn't dare to move, and continued to listen carefully...... Suddenly, she heard something again...... It feels like when she was a child, she put the seashells she picked up from the beach to her ears, and the sound she heard, the sound of "whirring ......", seemed to have an undercurrent surging.

She began to move with the sound...... Move...... Move again.

Zhou Jia didn't pay attention to herself, this was where she turned into the hotel, and when she noticed it, she found that there was a secret door at the end of the path.

She considered whether to go back the way she came, but a strong feeling drove her to move her steps irrepressibly.

Finally walked to the secret door, and she comforted herself in her heart: If you come, you will be safe.

Zhou Jia pushed open the door, a cold air rushed to his face, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, the biting cold seemed to have been precipitated for hundreds of years, and Zhou Jia felt that his eyebrows were frozen hard.

In front of me was a dimly lit staircase, and beyond that it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. But she could hear a noise from above the stairs.

Zhou Jia walked up the steps, his hand gripping the handrail tightly, and every time he took a step up, the light from behind him was faint. The staircase was long and narrow, and she didn't know where it was heading, let alone where it was going. She stood on one of the steps and found herself completely submerged in the darkness. She was a little surprised: she lived on the top floor, where else could she go up?

She reached over the wall, it was cement, but it was wet and cold to the touch. It's even more creepy than the cellar and the grave.

Zhou Jia was about to grope and continue to go up the stairs, when his outstretched fingers suddenly touched something, which was extremely cold. The wall was like a mirror, but there were two figures reflected in it! Zhou Jia's heart suddenly tightened, because she clearly saw that it was Marianne's finger that was in contact with her finger.

She jerked her hand back.

I saw Mrs. Shamrock walking on the other side of the wall, walking very slowly, her glowing white hand brushing the wall, but it seemed that she had not really touched the wall.

The ghost brought with it an overwhelming coldness, and the entire space was filled with moisture.

Zhou Jia slowly calmed down, originally she would never like to stay in such a place. She is afraid of the cold and does not like cold, damp environments. That's why she likes to live in San Francisco, where spring is all year round and there is little rain.

Unlike the last time Marianne appeared, at this time, she found that her body had adapted to the low temperature, and she was no longer afraid of this cold air.

Recently, the changes in my body have been so significant that I can't ignore them. She stroked a small lump on the inside of her wrist, where an ecological chip was buried, which she had put into it herself, and could record various subtle changes in her body. After a few busy days, I really should take out the data and analyze it well.

After a moment of stunned effort, Marianne walked away, Zhou Jia hurriedly followed a few steps, she put her hand back on the smooth and cold wall, and even overlapped with the opposite hand. As she moved forward with Marianne, she asked softly, "What the hell are you hinting at me?" I want to talk to you. ”

The ghost didn't answer, only its own voice echoing through the confined space.

When Zhou Jia looked to the side again, there was nothing, and it was dark and dead again.

She searched her way with her feet, one step at a time, until her feet touched something hard. Looking down, she must have reached the end, for she saw a glimmer of light coming through the door.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the other side of the door, it was the sound of running.

Zhou Jia raised his head, and finally pushed open the door and walked out.

You can hear the sound of the wind blowing through it. It was dark outside, and there was no moonlight.

She stood there with her heart racing, and when her eyes finally began to adjust to the darkness, she saw a tall, swarthy shadow.

The big man was obviously wearing a hotel bathrobe, and his figure was like a map of the Third World, weighing more than two hundred pounds, and his whole body was so bloated that it seemed to be inflated under the bathrobe. He has a stubble on his face, dark circles under his eyes, and is obviously a person who often stays up late.

He slumped backwards, arms waving stiffly in the air. As he retreated, he shouted in horror, "Don't come...... Don't come here......"

The big man tripped as he retreated, swinging his thick arms to regain his balance, twisting his body hard, but fell to the ground awkwardly. His shoulder hit the ground, but he immediately got up, clasped his shoulder with one hand, and stumbled backwards.

Zhou Jia looked at him inexplicably.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed past him, it was Mrs. Shamrock.

It turns out that the big man is not afraid of himself, but of ghosts.

Zhou Jia looked around, this is the top floor, but it is a higher floor than the penthouse suite - the north of the hotel is the water tower, and the east is the water purification system.

The big man hid at the end of the roof, his face pale with fright, and he watched as the ghost in a large Civil War dress approached him step by step, and his cry became a high-pitched voice with a crying tone: "Black Mourning Queen...... Black Mourning spared me...... Spare me, we're here to make a film, and by the way, hook up with a few more chicks...... We'll ...... tomorrow No, no, no...... I'll get out of ...... now."

Marianne's spirit didn't stop, it walked straight to the big man, and slowly raised its two hands.

The big man was already panicked at this time, and he just covered his face with his hand.

Marianne just raised her hand and lifted the veil from her face little by little.

When the big man saw Mrs. Clover's face through his fingers, the momentary fear drove him mad, and he screamed again, and he ran to the outermost part of the roof, running down the narrow rain gutter.

Marianne stretched out a finger and pointed it at his back, and suddenly, the big man's body twitched a few times, his feet went limp, and the weight of his body was completely deflected to the side, and the big man fell down the stairs. I only heard a "click", like the sound of a beetle being trampled, but it was the sound of a human body shattering.

Zhou Jia stood behind in a daze, she even forgot her fear.

Marianne turned her head slowly, her face as if the earth had been dry for too long, and countless cracks had been cracked, but there was a faint green glow under the cracks, like countless scaly crawling snakes, surging in the cracked earth. I couldn't see her expression, I could only see that she kept raising her hands, pointing in one direction, and didn't move.

Zhou Jia plucked up his courage and walked to the edge of the top floor, looking in the direction of Marianne's finger, where there was nothing but the White House.

What does this mean exactly?

Just as she was puzzled and thinking hard, suddenly, a white light flashed from the darkness - it was Marianne's puppy, it ran towards Zhou Jia, the speed became faster and faster, and in the process of running, its body became bigger and bigger, from a fluffy puppy to a big dog in an instant. It had already reached the front, and jumped up and pounced on Zhou Jia, and she instinctively took two steps back, but her heel tripped on the rain slot.

Her body fell backwards and she didn't even have time to call for help. Zhou Jia's head was down, her body fell rapidly, faster and faster, and when she reacted, she immediately screamed in surprise:

"Ahh!!!hh

Zhou Jia opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he had not fallen to his death.

She lay on the warm bed, in Hatti's arms.

Hattie hugged her, stroked her hair with her big hands, soothed the frightened kitten, and asked softly, "What's wrong?

Zhou Jia shook his head and grabbed his hand hard, although his body was still trembling, he said firmly: "I saw her again, Marianne's ghost!"

Hattie frowned, and an ominous premonition passed through his heart, the first time was a strange conversation, and the second time it can't be called an accident, is this really not simple?

He sat up slowly and said to her, "Don't worry, I'll help you find out what the hell is going on." ”

Zhou Jia nodded obediently.

She recounted to Hatti about the previous night. Speaking of the back, she wasn't even sure what it was, whether it was a dream or a reality.

After hearing this, Hatti thought for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Didn't you say that she was standing there and pointing in one direction?"

That's a direction, to the position of the White House.

"It seems to me that she is trying to get you looking for something. Hatti said.

"What are you looking for? She's only pointing in the direction of the White House!" (To be continued.) )