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William paused, as if trying to remember something, and said, "I remember one thing, shortly before our departure, after a drinking party, Mr. Agassis took out of his bosom a small golden round locket, which at first I thought was a pocket watch, because the box had a chain, and it was clipped to his suit, which he carried every day. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he opened the lid, I found that it was a small box, containing some shiny and strange powder, he said that it was a rare mineral, that is the substance we have to go to the destination, he was obviously very interested in the mysterious mineral, he said that the history recorded in it is longer than the time that glaciers can record. ”

William scratched his hair and said, "I was so stupid that I fell and injured myself in that damn jungle, and I got smallpox again while I was recuperating, so I had to leave." Otherwise, I could have known more. And it was only the first expedition, and the first time they didn't find where they wanted to go, Lady Agasis said. In 1871-1872, they organized a second expedition, and changed a few Indian guides who were familiar with the rainforest, but unfortunately found nothing. Agassis was depressed and died the following year after returning to the United States. ”

"I still don't understand how my grandmother went on an expedition to the Amazon, who she really is, and why no one in my family ever mentions it. I turned to George and asked, "And why did my grandmother's personal letters end up in your grandfather's possession, and what did Mr. Agassis tell you, and for what purpose did he have in asking us to investigate my mother's death?"

George looked shocked. "Shamrock," he said, "I ......" opened his mouth a few more times, but could no longer speak, his expression was full of sadness, I felt that he understood my words, but at the same time he did not, but I knew that my question stung him.

William couldn't look at it anymore and said, "Shamrock, what are you talking about? Joe, he doesn't know anything!"

I felt like I was broken, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt like I was hurting someone who was helping me, someone who was helping me wholeheartedly, someone who didn't ask for anything in return -- to ease my anger, my insecurity, my helplessness.

George stood up from his chair and his voice was low, "I didn't. He said, "I have told you everything I know, and I have not concealed it, and I did not know these things beforehand." As for my grandfather's original intentions...... I can't guess either. "There is no doubt that he was right.

I'm so sad, mainly embarrassed by my actions.

"Please leave first. I said, "Please, I want to be alone." ”

"Shamrock, I ......"

"Please. I said, "Let's go." ”

He and William looked at each other, and William shook his head at him slightly.

He didn't say anything else. I heard the door close behind them.

I sat there for a while.

Minutes or hours?

I do not know.

I felt so empty and lonely in my life.

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Boston, March 31, 1885

Tuesday

When I woke up, I didn't even know who I was. When I opened my eyes, I saw the yellow light on the bedside table, glowing faintly. I sat up and looked around, the boxy wardrobe in the corner of the room, and the wallpaper with the sheep's tooth fern pattern on the wall. The curtains are pale pink with flowers on them, and the carpet is pale gray. There are three mirrors on the dresser, and a silver comb rests on the countertop.

This is my room when I was a kid!

I cried out, "I'm having nightmares, Mommy, Mommy! Where are you?"

Jumping out of bed, I ran to my parents' bedroom.

I thought they would be in bed, and as usual, let me jump on the bed and sleep with them. As long as I say I had a nightmare, that's fine.

I just pushed the door open, and I saw that the bed was empty.

However, the light in the bathroom next to the bedroom was brightly on.

I heard the sound of water flowing.

Without my parents' permission, I would normally wait at the door of their bedroom, but at this time, I walked over step by step.

There was a smell in the air.

Sweet and disgusting. Like the smell of fresh rose petals being mercilessly trampled into the dirty dirt.

I saw my father kneeling on the ground in front of me, holding my mother's hand tightly, and there she was lying there, the water in the bathtub next to her sizzling out, and the water flowed to the ground and mixed with a pool of red liquid.

It was blood, mother's blood.

Her skin was so translucent that it almost made her whole body look shiny, but there was blood all under her, and it was flowing more and more until it reached my feet.

My father turned around, saw me, and shouted to me, "Honey, get out!

"Mommy, Mommy. ”

Fear gripped me, and I woke up in no time.

It turned out that I was still in the room of Parker's cabin, and I just fell asleep on the couch and clothes.

It was clearly past the wee hours of the morning, and it felt a little cold in the room, and my body was shivering.

I always felt like there was a man standing in the dark, looking at me, motionless. I felt like he was a long-forgotten relative, or a ghost of my mother.

I suddenly remembered the visions I had seen in the asylum and what my father had said, "Don't say that, I know you can ...... This child is so pathetic, Alan, Alan, please save her. I don't want people to be disappointed in me...... You know, it's important to me. ”

A wave of hatred wells up in my heart, which cannot be quelled: this is the power that God has given me, and it can only bring misfortune.

Mr. Agassius has said: There is a mystery about the death of my mother. My father must have known something, but he hid the truth.

There is no doubt that he knew that my mother had the ability to heal others, and that it was he who asked her to help treat the sick for the sake of his reputation as a "loving doctor"?

I stood up and made a call to the front desk, and I asked them to send me a car.

I'm going to my father, I'm going to ask him face to face, how the hell did my mother die!

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Hatti lay comfortably on the couch, his eyes closed, listening to Zhou Jia recount the twists and turns of the diary as bizarre as a story.

Zhou Jia leaned sideways on the sofa, and when she got tired later, her head tilted and she pillowed on Hatty. He stroked her soft hair as he felt her sway slightly as his belly swayed. This feeling made him feel intoxicated, as if time had really stopped, and the world belonged only to the two of them. I wish it could go on like this, or have a few more children, and listen to her stories with me.

The room became so quiet.

Hattie half-opened her eyes and thought she was asleep, but she didn't expect those smart black eyes to look straight at her.

He reached out and pressed the tip of her nose with his thumb and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's gone!"

"Nothing?"

"Yes, that's the end of the diary, and she didn't write it any further. ”

Seeing Hattie show an expression of disbelief, Zhou Jia put his hand on the ground and stood up. Walking to the coffee table not far away, she picked up the diary on the coffee table with the hem of her bathrobe.

Walking over to Hatty, she sat back down. He took a white glove from the pocket of his bathrobe and put it on his right hand. She flipped through the hardcover cover, flipped through a few more pages, and finally saw a blank space.

Hattie looked disappointed.

She sighed and said, "I understand your mood right now. A few hours ago, I found out that the diary ends here. I frantically flipped through the back pages, but there wasn't a word on it, just a faint thin line. ”

This is obviously about to be revealed, and the follow-up diary is gone, replaced by a feeling of distraction.

Hatti sat up, looked at the carpet, pointed to the iron box that had been dug up, and asked, "Are there more than just these diaries?"

"It's all blank!!Believe me, I've flipped through them one by one!"

"What happened to her mother, her grandmother, and the enigmatic picture, the mysterious ancient city in the Amazon rainforest...... How could the story end here?!" Hatti looked up a little frustrated, and said, "You just said that she was about to confront her father......"

Zhou Jia nodded and said, "Pierre helped me check." ”

"What did he say? What did you find?"

"She hailed a taxi in the early hours of the morning and ran to see her father, and it was obvious that it would not turn out to be good!" Zhou Jia paused, "because just thirteen days later, Dr. Robert William Hooper died!" Dr. Hooper is very old, and if Clover speaks fiercely and the two say something that hurts each other, it is normal for old Hooper to have a heart attack and have a heart attack. Since then, everyone has said that Clover is like a different person, she can't face the death of her most beloved father, and immerse herself in boundless grief and melancholy. And at the end of December, she committed suicide by poisoning. ”

"You think she committed suicide?"

"I've been discussing this with Pierre for a long time. The evening newspaper of that year reported the news of her death, explaining that the cause of death was 'heart palsy', and the general use of cyanide was a condition that would cause cardiac arrest, but the corpse would also have quite obvious characteristics, there would be bright red corpse spots on the skin, and the pinna and earlobes were often cherry red...... But there is no relevant description in the newspaper. There was no autopsy after that, so it was difficult to determine the true cause of her death, or even whether she had actually taken cyanide. Pierre found a word in her brother's and sister's correspondence, and found signs that were not quite like them, and Shamrock's sister Alan mentioned that 'she was pale and translucent, and looked like she was only asleep, and might wake up one day.' ’”

"Wait!" Hatti suddenly remembered something and asked, "I've been wanting to ask for a long time, who is the last woman you date Clover to?"

Of course I did. Zhou Jia's eyes rolled and said, "That woman is Madame Peabody's secretary. Because three years ago, on December 6, Clover took a picture of Mrs. Pobodi. She wanted to shoot another group, but due to her poor health, she wanted to ask Clover to shoot for her, so she sent a secretary to make an appointment with Clover about it. She mentioned this in a letter, saying that she wanted to take this opportunity to encourage Shamrock, hoping that the 'little angel' would come out of her father's death as soon as possible. Later, when the secretary reported to Peabody about Shamrock's death, she sighed, 'It's too late' and said, 'May God reunite them in heaven.'" ”

Hatti sighed, "That still doesn't mean much. ”

Zhou Jia put down the diary, took off his gloves, turned around and lay on the edge of the sofa again. Hatti was only wearing a round-necked white T-shirt on his upper body, Zhou Jia's small hand gently stroked his abdomen, the thin fabric was pressed by his fingers, and his abdominal muscles could be clearly seen, and the small hand finally kept drawing circles around his navel. She asked softly, "So, in order to investigate, I have a request, and I hope you will grant it." ”

Hatti's eyes narrowed. The distance between the Arab's eyebrows and eyes is already small, and when he squints, his eyes and eyebrows are about to merge into a line, which makes him look even more dangerous and sexy: "What? What do you want to do?"

"I want to go out and see Shamrock's graveyard. When Zhou Jia said this, he observed Hatty's facial expression at the same time, not only was he not angry, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked to the sides.

"It's not easy to get out?" said Harti, "I'll go with you today." ”

She hurriedly said, "There is also that 'Black Mourning Queen', I also want to go and see it." ”

"Black Mourning?"

"Well, I heard from Pierre, that statue was moved out of the museum a long time ago, and now it's on this H road, at the northeast corner of Lafayette Square, and it's in the courtyard of Dolly Madison's old house, which is now under the management of the federal department, and you can't get in without permission, do you have any way?"

Hattie smiled, scratched her nose with her fingers again, and said proudly: "This thing is not difficult for me." ”

The two of them had breakfast and walked out. Follow the pedestrian path to the next intersection and across the road is the "Dolly Madison House".

Hattie didn't expect that the statue of Black Mourning was so close to Shamrock's house, and the arrangement in the dark was always so interesting.

Zhou Jia had read the information that the tenants of this old mansion were more famous than the Addams couple. The name of the old house is Dolly Madison, the former first lady. After President Madison's death, the First Lady was in a difficult financial situation, and after her death, their son sold his house to Rear Admiral Charles Weeks. In 1886, the year after Clover's death, Wicks sold the house to the "Universe Club (12)". When Harry Waldman demolished Haye Adams' old house in 1927 and converted it into a hotel, others saw a business opportunity, and many people bought the surrounding properties to convert the old homes in the neighborhood into modern commercial buildings in the city. Circumstance. In 1962, following Jacqueline Kennedy's initiative to preserve historic buildings, the president ordered another renovation program to preserve the remaining homes in the neighborhood, including the Dolly Madison home.

(To be continued.) )