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Hatti cleared her throat and continued: "Two years later, they were married in Boston. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After his honeymoon in Europe, Henry returned to Boston to teach at his alma mater, Harvard. After marriage, they were very affectionate and very happy. In 1877, Henry decided to move to Washington, D.C., and bought the land next to Lafayette Square to rebuild their nest of love. Marianne and Henry held regular cultural salons in their temporary residences, attracting a large number of American political and academic elites at the time, and had considerable influence in the socialite circles. Later, she became obsessed with videography and soon reached the professional level, becoming one of the first portrait photographers of the time. While the mansion was being built, Marianne used her camera to record the construction of the house day by day. ”

Zhou Jia thought to herself: You can learn photography skills in a short period of time, which is a fantasy for ordinary women in that era, which shows that Marianne is a woman with outstanding intelligence.

Hatti's tone suddenly changed, and he said with a little sadness: "It's a pity that the house has just been completed, and they haven't had time to move in yet." On December 6, 1885, a Sunday morning, the couple had just had breakfast, and Marianne returned to her room, while Henry planned to see his dentist. Just as he was about to leave the house, a woman came and said that she had made an appointment with his wife. He went upstairs to ask his wife if she had an appointment, but was surprised to find Marianne lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, with an open bottle of potassium cyanide thrown beside her. He helped his wife to the couch and went to call the doctor. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the doctors soon announced Marianne's death. ”

"Potassium cyanide?" Zhou Jia asked in surprise.

"I heard that it was the medicine she used to develop the photos, and the doctor judged that she was suicidal. But because she died too suddenly, it caused an uproar at the time, and rumors spread for a while, saying everything. Some say that Marianne was devastated by the death of her father, some say that Marianne suffered from depression because the Hooper family had a history of mental illness, and others say that Henry married a new love, which made Marianne heartbroken, so she chose to end her life. Strangely enough, after Marianne's death, Henry burned her darkroom, personal letters, and photographs, and since then, he has not said a word about his wife, which has shrouded the whole thing in an atmosphere of mystery and suspicion. ”

Hatti turned his head and saw that the blood on Zhou Jia's face had gradually disappeared, and his face, which was still shining just now, was dead to ashes. Sensing that something was wrong, he got up from his chair and came to her, his left hand around her shoulder, and his right hand to shake her hand. But her hands also became cold.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jia tried to stay calm, she didn't pay attention to Hatty's question, and said to herself: "Potassium cyanide smells like almonds!"

At this moment, Hatti sensed that something was wrong, he quickly got up and came to Zhou Jia's side, and asked eagerly, "Why do you ask about the haunting?"

"I ...... I see ......," she swallowed and foamed, "Marianne's ghost, I saw her in our room last night!"

The geist in the hotel? If someone else said that, Hattie would have laughed.

Zhou Jia's whole body was shaking. Because if the ghost I saw last night was real, I don't remember what happened next.

How did you get back to bed, and how did the black kryptonite and magnetic stripe get back into the lockbox?

Memory loss! This is what really makes Zhou Jia feel frightened and uneasy.

Hattie caressed Zhou Jia's shoulder, feeling that her body was still trembling, so she let her lean on top of her.

The Adams' mansion was later demolished by Harry Waldman and the hotel was rebuilt on its original site. After the hotel opened, some staff members and guests said that they had seen the spirit of Mrs. Shamrock wandering around the various floors of the hotel, which led to rumors of haunting. "Still, these rumors aren't as well-known as other haunted houses in the U.S., and no one really sees anything," he said. This hotel is just across the street from the White House, elegant and luxurious, and after a long time, no one remembers this haunted thing. What's more, even former President O'Bama spent two weeks here with his wife and children before his coronation. ”

Zhou Jia didn't reply, looking at the wine glass in front of him.

"Actually, in the first six months of my negotiation of the acquisition, there was another thing that happened. Hatty said, "A few young people wanted to shoot a micro-film of "The Complete American Haunted House", and since it was a complete book, they didn't let it go here. After moving in, they secretly filmed, and one night, there was an accident during filming, and one of them fell from the roof, which was nothing, but because the video they shot was leaked, they were pretending to be ghosts, and they met someone who was really dead, and for a while the haunting began to circulate again. When I made the acquisition, I also took advantage of the negative news to lower the purchase price by five points at once, saving a lot of money. ”

Hattie left the private dining room with Zhou Jia and returned to the room.

Zhou Jia's proposal to change rooms was vetoed, which was partly due to her unyielding nature. She is the kind of person who encounters incredible problems, the more she wants to challenge them, and wants to overcome them.

Zhou Jia gave Hattie the key to his luggage storage at the Zen Tao Hotel and asked him to send someone to retrieve his personal computer. After Hatti left, she sat alone at her desk in the living room.

This desk is made of precious mahogany, elegant and quaint, also in the Italian Renaissance style. She took out the magnetic stripe, activated it and laid it flat on the table, continued to read the rest of the information, wrote down a few names and some contents in her heart, and sent them to Pierre on her mobile phone, it should be said that some of them were Pierre's academic field.

Finally, she clicked on the Area 51 sign at the bottom of the intelligent system, and soon, the confirmation message popped up: "The self-destruct device has been activated, and the countdown is about to begin."

The blue hologram was retracted, and the image of the "Pentagon" swirled in mid-air.

Five-second ...... Five...... Four...... Three...... Two...... One......

Zhou Jia thought about the word "self-destruction", and was a little nervous in his heart, so he quickly leaned back.

However, there was no particularly big movement, and the projection screen disappeared in an instant.

She looked closer—the magnetic stripe was still glowing faintly, and she could see that the green and red parts inside were dislocated again, and as the two gradually merged, the color became lighter and lighter, and after a while it was no longer visible. The magnetic stripe returned to a transparent color, and when I touched it with my fingers, it was slightly warm.

Zhou Jia picked it up and looked at it, and then touched the activation area with his fingers, but there was no response, and it seemed that it had really become a discarded magnetic sheet.

Soon the text message came, and when I picked it up, it was Pierre's message: the package has been received, and I will reply to you in a few days. Ps. How did you change hotels?

Damn the positioning system, Zhou Jia thought to himself. She replied: "Help me look up this hotel now, all the information you can dig up, find out - Ps. I came across a ghost."

After a second, Pierre's text message came: ghost, white, the kind that floats in the air? I remember it was called "Ghost Pony Elf".

Zhou Jia: I'm not kidding you.

Pierre: Tut-tut, ghosts in five-star luxury hotels, well, I'll give it a try.

Zhou Jia: I'll contact you when I get my computer.

Not long after putting down the phone, two bodyguards opened the door, and Hatti walked in first, next to an old man in a white Arab robe. He was followed by the manager of the hotel, who was holding some documents in his hand, which were neatly arranged on the table.

Hattie took Zhou Jia's laptop from one of the bodyguards and handed it to her.

The white shell, ultra-thin body, the style is exactly the same as that of Lancer for the inner high-level personnel, but the core is top-of-the-line.

Zhou Jia turned on his computer and waited for the boot screen.

She felt a gaze shoot from the side, and turned her head sharply to see that the old man was staring at her, his thin face stretched long. I don't know why, Zhou Jia always felt that he was full of hostility towards himself.

"Stand down, all of you. Hatti whispered, and gave the old man a look.

He quickly withdrew with a few men.

However, Zhou Jia did not care about this contemptuous gaze, she knew that Arab men had always considered women to be inferior, to be inferior to men. Judging by Hatti's attitude, the old man should have been someone who had served him for a long time. Let's not talk about showing up, as a woman, she didn't get up to greet a man when he came in, which is absolutely unforgivable if it were in their country. Regardless of others, Hattie's attitude towards himself can be regarded as fulfilling his promise. She shrugged her shoulders and began to speed around her computer, checking her mailbox to see if there were no new emails from Pierre.

I casually searched for information on the Internet, whether it was a haunted hotel or Mrs. Shamrock, and I didn't even find as much as Hattie told me.

She clicked on a photo: Marianne, in her early twenties, dressed in a lady's dress and riding on a horse, looking heroic and dusty. The background is her hometown of Beverly Farm in Massachusetts.

"The haunting that has been rumored on the Internet has nothing to do with the hotel, or even Marianne Adams, who copied the legend of the Black Mourning Queen," Hatti said. ”

"Black Mourning Princess?" Zhou Jia looked at the information on the web page, and Marianne's entry did not mention anything about 'Black Mourning Queen', nor did it have any other links.

"Look up Stony Creek Cemetery. Hatti said.

Zhou Jia quickly typed three words into the Google search engine, Rock-Creek-Cemetery, and then she opened the first link.

Stony Brook Cemetery houses the Adams Family Memorial Cemetery. There is a monument erected in the cemetery, and there is a statue in front of the monument. It was Henry Adams who, after his wife's death, sought out the most famous sculptor of his time, Augusta St. Gaudin, to carve a bronze statue of his wife's tombstone. During his previous visits to Japan, Henry had visited some temples and was very impressed by the statues of the Buddha in the temples. So, when building a statue for his deceased wife, he wanted St. Gaudin to refer to the "Guanyin statue" displayed in the Boston Museum. Thus was born the statue, known as the "Sorrow" of the world, and although Henry disliked the name greatly, the statue was hailed as "the most powerful and expressive sculpture in the history of American art" and became a masterpiece of St. Gaudin.

Zhou Jia clicked on the picture of the statue again, and after the photo was enlarged, the details of the statue were presented one by one. It was a seated figure of a meditator in a robe, with his right hand gently supporting his chin, with both a feminine face and a masculine figure, with a serene and dignified expression.

"No one could have imagined that a fake made after this 'sadness' would become the legend of the Black Mourning Queen. While listening to Hatti, Zhou Jia typed "BlackAggie" into the search machine, and the search results were quickly displayed on the screen.

It turns out that this is one of Baltimore, Maryland's most famous urban horror legends, and "Black Mourning" refers to a statue. In Pikesville, Baltimore, there is a Druid Ridge Cemetery where the Black Mourning Queens are located.

The story goes back to the end of the American Civil War, when a general of the Northern Army named Felix-Agnus married a female nurse named Anne Fulton who had treated her wounds during the war. After their marriage, they moved back to Anne's hometown of Baltimore. The general wanted St. Gaudein to build a statue for the family cemetery, but the intermediary misled him into buying a copy of the "sorrow" from another sculptor, Edward Bausch. When the statue of General Agnas was erected, St. Gauldin's widow took Bouch to court with a complaint alleging that he had made unauthorized copies of her husband's famous statue. Bao Shi lost the case and paid $4,500 in damages. However, the "fake" statue was not removed from the cemetery, and three years after Anne's death, the general also left with his wife.

Although the exterior of this replica is exactly the same as that of "Sadness", the face and body shape are completely modeled after the general's wife, and the lines are softer than the original. The Buddha's robe looked more like a shroud, and what she exuded was not a sense of tranquility and serenity, but a dark and gloomy feeling.

Since then, all kinds of strange theories have begun to spread.

Some people began to rumor that there was a very cruel story behind the black mourning queen. Hei Aiji is a poor woman who is humiliated by her husband on weekdays, and finally brutally killed. Others say that the statue is based on a nurse from Baltimore, and that strange things often happen during her time on duty, because she was accused of a terrible crime, she was executed, but later it was discovered that she was innocent. Out of guilt, a cemetery was built in her honor. But at night, her ghost will become the embodiment of terror and ominousness, punishing those who have wronged her death. (To be continued.) )