The vest magic changes the earth

Private detective Alan Simmons used his professional habits to observe the man opposite him.

Good looking, very temperamental, green pupils are relatively rare.He wore a brown coat that was easy to move around. It was made of good material, but it was a bit worn out. So were the boots on his feet, which were covered with dust.

A person who is not poor, but somewhat unkempt.

He made a judgment in his heart and stretched out his hand, "Alan Simmons."

The palms are rough, the joints are thick, and there are many calluses.Manual workers?Or a veteran?

"Nice to meet you." The other party smiled, "Can I call you Allen?"

"Of course." Alan Simmons felt that this person gave him a very uneasy feeling. Although he was smiling all over his face, it was like a caged beast peeking out. His eyes felt thorns on his back.

He decided to stay away from this man, which is also a professional experience.

So Allen didn't accept the man's invitation, and sat directly at the other end of the bar.

Part of the reason, of course, was that the new female writer was there.

Allen and his group walked over, he ordered a glass of wine for the two kind-hearted people who helped him, and drank two drinks with them himself.

They chatted and laughed, but Alan's eyes kept sneaking to the side.

It was a beauty, a sweetheart with blond hair and blue eyes.He took a glass of cocktail whose name he didn't know, and looked at it with a smile.

Allen's heart became hot all of a sudden, and the red-necked Hart winked at him. He pretended to be careless and sat down next to the beauty, ordered a glass of Billy, and struck up a conversation with her.

"To travel?"

"Come to collect materials." The blond beauty smiled, her red lips were like honey, "I'm a writer."

Allen wanted to say something else, but the beauty raised her eyebrows and knocked on the table, "Introduce yourself, sir, otherwise it would be very rude."

"I'm very sorry. Alan Simmons."

Allen smiled slightly at the beauty. His face was three-dimensional, and the side profile was smooth. After countless trials, this angle was the most attractive.

"Morgana Dubo." The beauty was indeed looking at him, with a satisfied expression.

"French?" Allen began to find a topic. "What book do you write, I might have read it."

"French, I came to the United States with my parents when I was a child." Miss Dubo said, "You must have never read my book, because I am a fairy tale writer."

Allen winked at her, "Maybe I have a childlike heart."

Miss Dubo laughed wildly.

For Mr. Alan Simmons, the car was not broken down. It was a pleasant evening. He had a good conversation with Miss Dubo. He had a good eloquence and vividly described his experiences as a private eye adventure.

Listening to the exclamation in his ears, Allen felt his bones were brittle.

The Randolph Carter who he felt bad didn't come over after saying hello, and didn't care about his cold talk, and was drinking on his own.

Miss Dubow suddenly glanced at the clock on the wall and interrupted him. "It's almost ten o'clock, I have to go back to my room."

"In such a hurry?" Allen said.

"It's not my reason. It's the rules here, and someone will tell you." Miss Dubo curled up her red lips and leaned over, "Otherwise, I would be very happy to spend a pleasant night with you."

The fragrance was like orchid, the lips were flaming, and the blond hair swept across Allen's neck, making him feel like a cat's paw scratching his heart.

After recovering, Miss Du Bo had already walked upstairs gracefully.

Randolph Carter, who was sitting not far away, saw his dumbfounded look and gave him a mocking look.

Seeing this, Allen gritted his teeth secretly angrily.

He went to settle the account of the two people who helped him push the cart.Only then did I realize that there was almost no one in the tavern, and the street was also dark and deserted.

The wind blew the plastic packaging bags on the ground, making a rustling sound.

In such a small town with a small population, everyone basically knows each other, the pace of life is slow, and people go home early, which is not unusual.

Allen thought about it for a while, and felt that it was normal in a small town. Maybe the occasional eerie feeling was because he had watched too many horror movies and had a strong imagination.

He rubbed his drunken brain and went to the front desk to ask for a room.

The female boss at the front desk is tall and fat, sitting there firmly.

Allen paid the money and took the key, the female boss suddenly stopped him again with a hoarse voice:

"There are three rules in this town,

First, you are not allowed to go out after ten o'clock in the evening and before the sun rises.

Second, it's an old house with poor soundproofing, so there might be noise, don't open your door or window when there is noise outside.

Third, don't look into the black cat's eyes. "

Allen has been listening, and the more he listens, the more he wants to laugh. What is that last one?Is this a medieval witch hunt?

He didn't take it seriously, and said half-jokingly: "Then what if I violate it? Will Superman punish me?"

The female boss smiled, her smile was full of malice and sarcasm, and her laughter was like fingernails scratching glass.

"That's your business." She said viciously.

Allen inexplicably felt something that was about to burst out from the eyes of the female boss hidden in the fat and creases, something that he didn't know how to describe.He felt terrified and rushed upstairs without looking back.

The room was on the third floor, so he inserted the key directly, and then slammed the door, without looking back.

Allen leaned against the wall to pant, leaning against the hard and cold door panel behind his back, which made him feel a little relieved.

I will leave tomorrow when the car is repaired.He secretly made up his mind.Over the years, one of the reasons why Allen has been able to become a good private investigator is because of the principles he has always followed, such as trusting your intuition.

Just now, when the female boss laughed, his intuition was screaming.

Thinking of this, he decided to go to bed first, and now he has no way to leave here anyway, so he can only rest.

As long as you sleep enough to die, then even if Satan comes, he can't do anything to you.

That's how it's done in TV dramas, he thought with a guilty conscience.

As night fell, he was tired from the journey, and fell asleep on the slightly damp bed.

Of course, it turns out that Allen is still too naive.

The reason why fate is a bitch is that she will never develop according to your ideas.

Allen still didn't sleep until dawn.

He was woken up. There was a sound of nails scraping the wall outside the door. It was hoarse and piercing. The sound changed from small to loud, as if he was moving forward.Then every once in a while the scratching noise will stop.

There was a knock on the door, and a clear female voice asked, "Is anyone there?"

It will ask three times in a row, and then leave, followed by the sound of fingernails rubbing against each other.

f**k!This is what you guys said, it may sound a little loud!

Getting closer, Allen leaned against the door to listen, stretched out his hand, and clenched a pistol. The gun.

The knock on the door next door ends, and the thing moves on.

The sharp rubbing sound seemed to ring in my ears...

There was also a knock on Allen's door, "Is anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

Allen held his breath, remained motionless, relieved, and waited for the thing to leave by itself.

But the sound of nails scraping the ground did not reappear, and the thing outside the door giggled: "I can hear your heartbeat." It said sweetly, "I can hear it without you answering."

WTF!Allen scolded in his heart, then you fucking ask a fart!

He made a very reasonable and extremely wrong decision at that moment.

Allen rushed to the balcony, grabbed the railing, and was about to try to jump off the building.

The height of the third floor is about seven meters. He comforted himself that he would not die.If you choose a good angle of skill, you may not get sprained.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he grabbed the railing and turned down.

Let go, adjust your posture, and prepare for free fall.

Before he fell for a few seconds, someone grabbed him by the collar.

On the second floor, Randolph Carter stretched his arms, caught him neatly from the balcony, and carried Allen into his room.

Is this strength fucking human?This is his only feeling.

As soon as Allen's feet landed on the ground, he was confronted with questions, "Have you eaten those three rules?!"

"You spy on me!" He blurted out, "And if I don't jump off the building, something will come in!"

"Surveillance fart!" Randolph Carter snorted angrily, and lit a cigarette, "I know that fools will cause bad things."

He sneered: "What's wrong with knocking on your door? So what if you know someone is in the house? Did it say it was coming in?"

"This..." Allen was speechless for a while, and then pointed out: "But you also walked to the balcony just now."

"Not to save you idiot." Randolph rolled his eyes angrily. "Things that don't know whether they are dead or alive."

Allen choked in his throat. He hadn't experienced such contempt yet, but he thought of the other party's rescue just now, and his amazing strength.He still decided to swallow his anger.

"And Miss Dubow?" he said. "What if that thing comes to her?"

"Think with your goldfish brain." Randolph despised him. "The most important thing to worry about now is yourself. That woman came earlier than me, and being able to hang out here for so many days can already explain the problem."

"Then she..."

"There are probably two possibilities. First, as an ordinary person, she completely abides by the rules and persisted until now with sufficient courage and curiosity. Second, she was not her on the first night."

Randolph said with a hey smile, "I am more inclined to the second type. So, I suggest you stay away from her."

Allen thought about the beautiful and moving face in his memory, and added a Godzilla head to her, successfully making himself shiver.

"Then what do we do now?" he asked Randolph Carter with some hope.

"One step at a time." Randolph spread his hands at him, "You stepped on all the mines you could step on when you first came here."

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, which sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.

The two looked at each other.