[comprehensive] superior skills

When a series of footsteps sounded in the corridor, the guards in Room 64 all stopped their actions.

Rhett clutched the pages nervously, staring straight at the thin wooden door.

Megan, who pushed the door open, might as well meet his focused eyes, and asked with a soft smile, "What are you looking at?"

Reed, who hadn't recovered from the surprise, replied subconsciously: "The Lost World."

It wasn't until he finished saying this that he realized how big a mistake he had made, and added with some embarrassment: "I mean, I'm glad to see that you are safe and sound."

Gideon, who was sitting on the sofa, took off his glasses, pinched the corners of his eyes that were a little astringent, "Trouble?"

He is recording some words worth remembering. Perhaps this almost crazy imaginary story will never be published, but it is very likely that it will be inherited by future generations one day in the future.

"Yes to the human world."

Meghan motioned everyone to look at the Wen family brothers, who were a little unmotivated, "We found Lillian Smith's body and Pratt's remains."

"Can you confirm the news of the Indian hunter's death?" Al asked sadly.

Before she could think of how to repay him, the only stranger in the hotel who had helped her just disappeared.

"Yes."

Sam stroked the skull knife in his hand, "He was devoured by evil spirits."

Probably because he was born as an old enemy, Pratt obviously received a special reception from Bloody Mary, and now he can only pray that his soul can be relieved.

Although the rest of the team never saw the disappearing hunter, the agents still felt sorry for him from the bottom of their hearts.

Morgan's mood is the most complicated. "I used to think that law enforcement and soldiers are the high-risk occupations that sacrifice the most. Now it seems that this kind of thinking is too one-sided."

In the dark area that people can't see, there are always some species more terrifying than serial killers harming the living in the most special way, but the fighters who can really fight against them can't get any help from the bright world, and even Learn from your opponent to hide your identity in every possible way.

Just like the Winchester brothers who have been exhausted all the time, what a lonely soul must be hidden in the seemingly powerful figure of the other party.

Gideon heard the most critical part from these few sentences, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Dean reloaded the emptied bullet, "It is estimated that the hotel will become extremely lively when the police arrive in the morning. It is not suitable for Sam and I to appear in such an environment."

Even if the magic props provided by the psychic lady changed the outline of the facial features, the DNA sample could not deceive people.

So in order not to draw fire for the damned evil spirits, they had to leave before others found the corpse.

Sam also said in a regretful tone: "We need to go back and meet with Bobby as soon as possible, so that he can transfer the relics to Pratt's relatives."

The death of every hunter is an unbearable loss for the demon hunting family. They need time to mourn their companions, and also need time to accumulate the courage to go back on the road.

"Where are the five women in Zoe?"

Rhett suddenly asked, "Who will punish them for their sins?"

The most unforgiving thing is that the other party is so ruthless to exorcise ghosts and kill people just because of a little conflict in life, and the point is that the friend he doesn't want to lose is also involved.

"Don't worry," Meghan said with a smile, "I've prepared a little Halloween treat for them."

Presumably those fountains of resentment will make Zoe and her party realize how wrong they have been and regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Guys, we should go."

Sam packed his bags, "I hope we can change to a better scene next time we meet."

His brother joked on the sidelines: "That must be a wedding scene full of hope and happiness, filled with pink bubbles everywhere!"

Gideon stepped forward and shook the young hunter's hand, "Thank you for everything you have done."

His words not only represent himself, but also the heartfelt compliments of all the agents.

"Come on, Sammy, like a real man!"

Standing in the corridor, Dean waved his hand smartly: "Remember to say hello to that serious supervisor for me!"

Looking at the backs of the Wen family brothers disappearing in the elevator, Reid asked hesitantly, "Will we meet again?"

"There will be that day."

Gideon said softly: "As long as we work hard to become stronger, dare to bear more pain."

As expected by the witcher, the police who were ordered to investigate the disappearance of the actor discovered Lillian Smith's dead body in the bathroom at the first time, and immediately sought support from the headquarters to seal off the scene.

The sudden murder case not only stunned the guests in the hotel, even the producer Green was scared out of the cigar in his mouth.

"Is that woman really dead? Or when the show didn't finish filming!"

Green frantically scratched his head that was about to explode, "Damn it! Why wasn't she an idiot who was tricked by the rhetoric of the hostile radio station, why did she leave such a big trouble for me after her death!"

You don't need to think about how the media will describe this accidental murder. Unscrupulous reporters will definitely blame the planner for the whole thing.

"Film stained with human blood!"

This title is definitely a hundred times more powerful than the slogan he conceived before!

Anderson, who was smoking a smoky cigarette, handed him the phone, "Green, I think you'd better invite a lawyer to discuss follow-up issues, if you don't want to incur huge compensation costs for the company and yourself."

"Damn it! Thanks for reminding me!"

Green quickly dialed a few numbers and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Let all the legal advisers of the TV station take the nearest flight to Los Angeles! We have a big deal!"

While the "Telepathy" program group was trying their best to separate the relationship, the profiler who was invited was also in room 143 to help investigate the scene.

The bearded detective Rodham, who worked on the serial killer case before, introduced a young man who looked very courageous, "This is John who was just assigned. .”

"Hello, Agent Gideon."

John nodded actively, "I've heard your story about BAU."

His expression was a bit serious, and he seemed to be a strict and reserved man.

After saying a few words on the scene, Gideon looked at the severely deformed female deceased and asked as usual, "What did you find at the scene?"

The local police officers present were very happy to get the assistance of the FBI. No one knew that he and his partner had already classified this case as an unsolved case that would never be solved.

"The victim's blood was all radiated, and two eyeballs were gouged out with sharp tools, but no useful trace information could be found in the bathroom where the body was found."

There was faint anxiety in John's tone, "I don't think this is the first scene. The murderer probably took the victim away in some way, and then killed him in a secret place he prepared in advance."

According to the medical examiner's identification, the dead woman's eyes were gouged out and bled out while she was alive, and the pain lasted until the last moment of her life. It is definitely not the first time for such a murderous criminal to commit a crime.

If the location of the operation can be found, I am afraid that more DNA evidence will be found.

"Eyeballs are his trophy."

Rhett tried not to look at the bloody corpse, nor did he think about the ghosts that had appeared in this room, but profiled in the way of human behavior.

"The murderer is likely to have been abused as a child. This violent relationship has changed his personality and made him feel that occupying a stronger position can dominate everything."

"In fact, compared to normal emotional exchanges, he prefers to use violence to get what he wants. Because it makes him feel very fulfilled."

Realizing that if the little doctor is allowed to continue, nearly half of the criminals with criminal records will suffer inexplicable scrutiny, so Morgan can only adjust the portrait of the murderer, "This person usually looks very easy-going, but when he meets When I get frustrated, I can’t control my temper, and I can’t help but have physical conflicts with people around me.”

"He hates women."

Al went on to say: "Maybe those women have despised him, so the suspect we are looking for is probably someone who has experienced emotional setbacks and endured marital betrayal."

Feeling that the partners have already done almost the same, Gideon pulled over Rodham, who was fascinated, and said softly: "You know we have other tasks, so this assistance cannot be officially dropped."

"I see."

Rodham patted his chest boldly, "At least as guests of the hotel, I think you have an obligation to provide some useful information to the police, isn't that right?"

"That's right. I personally suggest that you focus your investigation on the nearby gangsters and fleeing people, and don't waste time inside the hotel."

Gideon apologized to his old friend in his heart, and waved to his partner who was answering the policeman's question, "Let's go, don't delay the police's evidence collection."

The profilers who were finally relieved hurriedly gathered around the acting team leader, and squeezed into the elevator as fast as they could.

"God, I don't even know what I'm talking about!"

Al sighed helplessly, "This feeling of having to lie is really uncomfortable."

Morgan didn't feel much better, "I think I should apologize to my colleagues in the Los Angeles Police Department, and hope that they won't be so busy in the next few days."

"Wait a minute, am I the only one doing real profiling?" Rhett asked blankly.

He also felt that he was very witty, so it was all wrong demonstrations.

Gideon laughed happily. "Don't worry, we've got it right."

When the detectives returned to the sixth floor where the employer was located, they found that this place was not much better than the scene of the crime, and there were police detectives busy taking notes everywhere.

Because the crew had the most contact with the dead, it was no surprise that they received the most detailed investigation, including the psychic lady who joined temporarily.

When asked about the whereabouts of the players on the day they lost contact, Megan took the little doctor's arm affectionately, "We are together all day, right, Rhett?"

She didn't want to deliberately take advantage, but just to avoid some women who are eager to jump over the wall from transferring the blame to herself, it is better to act first.

Under the girl's fiery gaze, the little doctor who was beating wildly in his heart blushed and nodded, "Well, she's right."

The questioning police officer looked suspiciously at the two young men and women who didn't seem to be a good match, "Including late at night? You know what I'm talking about is not just a dinner!"

"Of course!"

Reid took out the ID in his pocket, and tried to puff up his chest and said, "I am on official duty."

When the little policeman questioned the authenticity of the certificate again, Gideon, who was watching from the sidelines, interrupted him, "You can ask the leading police officer Rodham, he knows what we are doing."

The aura of the older detective made the other party completely unable to muster up the courage to ask again, so he could only target other people.

After returning to Room 64, Megan let go of her hand immediately, and apologized to the young detective whose face was still hot, "I hope my reckless behavior didn't cause you any trouble."

"Don't say that."

Rhett said nervously and hurriedly: "I'm glad I can do something for you, you know."

He moved his fingers unconsciously, a little annoyed at his clumsy tongue.

"Hey, Rhett!"

Morgan put his arms around his shoulders and smiled ambiguously, "Before you decide to formally confess your love, are you sure you are an adult?"

Although he can't predict whether two people in different worlds will go on in the long run, he will not be stingy with spiritual encouragement.

At least let this child who is just in love really try it once, and taste the sweetness and bitterness of love for himself.

"Give him a break, don't you notice that Rhett's ears are smoking?" Al also joked.

Not intending to meddle in the young man's private life, Gideon turned to the calm employer, "Do you think the crew can continue to stay?"

If the show is interrupted, Megan seems to have no reason to stay, and the survival coefficient of the team members will be greatly reduced.

"I find it difficult."

Megan said frankly: "So far, the development of things has exceeded Green's expectations. Even if he is confident that he can push this show to the throne, the TV station will not risk being boycotted by the audience. The biggest possibility is to wait until the limelight passes and people’s curiosity-seeking psychology has far surpassed their aversion to murders, and then revive this show in another way, such as filming episodes and the like.”

If you really want to wait until a few years later to reorganize, then it has nothing to do with these players in front of you, including her as a special guest.

But the only good news is that the death of Bloody Mary has completely overshadowed the escape of Rose Killer, presumably those reporters who like to track hot news will never waste time on worthless people.

"I really want to see Zoe's face when she knows the truth, it must be very interesting."

After silently thanking the opponent who helped him solve the trouble in a disguised form, Megan said to the detective who quietly listened to the conversation between the two: "Regardless of whether the program team stays or stays, I will join you in the Halloween dinner."

At the moment when the face of the profiler suddenly relaxed, the always smiling woman changed the topic, "So here comes the most important question, have you prepared the dresses that fit you?"

Halloween, Hotel Cortes.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, the detectives in formal attire arrived at the banquet hall under the guidance of the maid Ivers.

The melodious notes flowing from vinyl records float in the dim room, and only the candlelight on the dining table is faintly reflected on the oil paintings on the ancient walls.

Seeing the long-awaited guest enter the door, the male and female guests around March all stopped their previous conversations and stared at the visitor with ulterior motives.

Although they look no different from the passers-by on the surface, and there are even young people with very shy faces, the four of Gideon have already clearly realized in their hearts that these people are the superheroes who linger after death. murderer.

Ma Qi picked up the wine glass with a smile on his face, and tapped it twice with a spoon, "Thank you all for coming to the 'Devil's Night' banquet hosted by me, believe me, it is because of your arrival that I am sorry for this boring added a lot of fun to the night. We must know that for those who have been forgotten by time, the flashes of memory are the most precious wealth."

He bowed his body, raised his arms and said, "Next, please allow me to introduce a few new friends to you."

March introduced them one by one in order of seating: "'Murder Clown' John Gacy, 'Ghoul' Jeffrey Denmer, Devil's Son 'Zodiac Killer', 'Devil' Irene Wall North, 'Night Stalker' Richard Ramirez."

His expression was full of excitement, with a hint of pride, "I think you have all heard their names before."

"of course."

Gideon said the first words after entering the door, "Everyone is still fresh in my memory."

No one knows better than him the great achievements of these demons in the history of human crimes. The bloody and heinous crimes recorded in the files are almost comparable to the shadow of death left by the fascist groups that rely on war for profit.

If there really is a devil in hell, he can guarantee that he will find the evil symbol it carved with its own hands when it wandered around the world on the bodies of the people on the opposite side.

"Why don't you sit down and taste the absinthe that March has carefully concocted?"

Irene, who is not inferior to male killers in the field of killing the same kind, asked indifferently: "Do you want to stand at the dinner party until the end?"

There are scars of different shades vertically and horizontally on her face, and her unmoving eyes are easily reminiscent of the vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals.

"Oh, take your seat, my friend!"

March hurriedly asked the maid to pour wine for the new guest, "Forgive me for my little negligence, just because everything tonight is so surprising!"

"Thank you."

Megan raised her hand to stop the attentive maid, "In order to show my respect to the master, I also prepared a small gift for the guests here."

She handed the red wine to Ivers, "Why don't you ask your boss, maybe he likes this taste better."

The obedient maid immediately came to the seat holding the wine bottle, and asked respectfully, "Sir, this is brought by Ms. Megan."

"Oh? Let me see."

March turned the bottle gently, carefully observing the logo on it by the faint candlelight, "Wow! 1892 vintage collection!"

He looked excitedly at the classic beauty in a gorgeous long dress, "This is really an irresistible temptation! I can't even wait for someone to open it!"

Ma Qi carefully removed the seal of the bottle with a corkscrew, savoring the pure fruity aroma intoxicatedly, "Gentlemen, I don't think you will miss it!"

Waiting patiently for each guest to have an extra glass of fragrant wine, Ma Qi raised his glass and smiled, "To this beautiful world!"

"And those lively and lovely lambs!" Jeffrey praised heartily.

Mr. Ghoul's toast caused all the assassins present to show a meaningful smile, and Reid, who was sitting directly opposite him, loosened his tie uncomfortably.

According to the tradition of Halloween, the little doctor chose the outfit of a detective Sherlock Holmes, so besides wearing a black tall felt hat, he also specially prepared a pipe to hold in his hand.

It's just because his temperament doesn't match, this capable attire puts on him, but it gives people a more youthful feeling.

"How many cases have you solved since you started?" Irene who was diagonally opposite suddenly asked.

She took a sip of the bright red wine, and her pale face exuded a strong sense of death like a cold plaster mask.

Surprised that he was the first detective to be interrogated by the hostile opponent, Rhett hurriedly turned to his partner, who also came from Conan Doyle's novel: Watson Gideon, and only reported his crime after getting a nod from the opponent. Zuo replied maturely: "Nineteen cases were directly involved."

His tone was fairly steady, but the pipe he held tightly in his hand betrayed the master's true state.

"When you saw those corpses, what was the first thought that jumped out of your heart?"

Unwilling to be lonely, Jeffery smiled sadly: "If you want to touch it, or..."

He poked out his scarlet tongue and rubbed against his upper teeth, "Want to try the taste of blood melting in your mouth?"

"No!"

Reid sternly refused: "How can a normal person have such evil thoughts?!"

"Oh my God, I love how excited he is!"

Clown Gacy made a pink balloon in the shape of a fawn like magic, "Want to join my private club? Without the company of parents!"

"Could it be that your retinas have degenerated to the point where you can only see one person?"

Morgan and Al, who were dressed as siblings of witch hunters, grabbed the obtrusive balloon and threw it behind them, "Or do you only dare to stare at the weakest one?"

"He was right."

Gideon also issued a letter of challenge to the provocative killer army, "It is not worth boasting to take advantage of people's dangers. The serial killers with the most records in history have one thing in common: they only pick the most docile ones. Weak, harmless, and no resistance IMHO, what is the difference between this hunting mode and the fishmongers in the vegetable market? If the two are listed in the same ranking, they are just insignificant little people, and they can be found on any fishing boat. the Ripper."

The detective's merciless criticism made the Killer Alliance's face even more ruthless. Whether alive or dead, it was the first time that they felt emotions other than panic from a human being. It was really damn unbearable.

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

March, who had been watching coldly, couldn't help applauding the performance of both camps, "I thought this dinner party that lacked entertainment would end in awkward silence, but it turns out that I underestimated the innate attributes of natural enemies suppress."

He spread his beautiful hands and pointed to the guests on both sides of the table, "Killer, hunter, what a harmonious biological chain!"

"I suddenly remembered the first victim I killed many years ago. He was just an insignificant tramp, but it was such a dirty, flea-covered old man who triggered the most forbearing and repressed in my heart. longing!"

"Why him? Why did you do that?"

The host's expression was extremely tangled, "I have asked myself this many times, but in the end I found that the bloodthirsty desire in my bones has already given me the answer."

March stood up, and slowly drew out the sharp bayonet hidden in the Civilization Staff, "He's there, I'm there. It's that simple."

After speaking, he slammed down the cold blade and shouted loudly and passionately: "Gentlemen, please enjoy the dinner I prepared for you!"

In the next second, the killers who had finally waited for the action signal all pushed down their chairs and rushed towards the prey they had chosen long ago. Among them, a man wearing a symbol mask of the Zodiac Killer walked towards the daring old man holding a bloody boning knife. Agent, "Do you like playing hide and seek!"

However, in the blink of an eye, the elegant banquet hall with staggered cups and cups of wine became an ancient Colosseum full of blood, but the warring parties changed from humans and beasts to agents and murderers.

With a bayonet in his hand, March walked through the enemies who were experiencing an alternative chasing game with easy steps, and came to the elegant queen who was always sitting on a high-back chair, "Dear guest, in view of my concerns about my beloved wife, I I want to make slight adjustments to the previous agreement, in a safer and more reliable way."

"Oh, as it happens, I thought so too."

Megan gently turned the emerald green jade bracelet on her wrist, "From the guests invited to the night of the devil, it can be seen that the speed of the soul body shuttle is not as convenient as we imagined."

In the puzzled eyes of the male host, a dark blue shadow slowly appeared beside her, an Asian woman who appeared inexplicably.

"Lost? I almost thought you'd miss the climax of the show!"

Megan raised her chin with a smile, motioning for the people to look at the chaotic scene, "It's time to present the real gift."

The belated woman lowered her head slightly, and raised her finger to the ferocious hunter in front of her.

Almost at the same time, dozens of ghosts with mutilated bodies and pale faces suddenly appeared in the spacious hall.

They still maintained the appearance at the moment of death, and when their empty eyes locked tightly on the ugly face forever engraved in their hearts, they immediately burst out with unprecedented bone-biting hatred.

Without further guidance, these innocent souls unanimously chose to pounce on the executioner who destroyed all hope.

"Damn! What the hell is this!"

"Son of a bitch! Somebody take this bitch away!"

"March! What the hell are you doing! Come help me!"

"Ahhh! My ears!"

The agents who took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield watched in horror as the demons chasing after them were engulfed and bitten by another group of ghosts, until they were also drenched in blood and could not recognize their true colors.

"God, what the hell have you done?"

Ma Qi looked at the terrifying smiling woman in horror, and stepped back towards the door step by step until his muscular calf was surrounded by a pair of cold and hard arms.

He turned his head in fear, but saw a skeleton with vicissitudes of life and white hair lying at his feet begging, "Good sir, give me a piece of bread!"

"Go away!"

March brandished a bayonet and slashed at the blood-stained skeleton, howling hoarsely: "This is the Cortez Hotel! No one is going to play tricks on my site!"

More and more skeletons crawled out from the floor, crawling slowly and persistently towards the man with a twisted mustache.

After collecting the housekeeper who successfully completed the task, Megan struggled to avoid the evil spirits who were fighting together, and said to the equally unbelievable detective: "I don't think we should stay to disturb such a touching reunion scene."

"Yes."

Morgan swallowed with difficulty, "I also think it's time to leave."

"What are you waiting for?"

Gideon quickly opened the door, "Let's go back to the Bright World as soon as possible!"

The maid guarding the corridor blocked the way of the guests, "Where are you going? Where is my master?"

"He is busy entertaining new guests and needs your help urgently!"

With an idea, Al tricked Ivers to the door and kicked her in, "You know? I've long thought this accomplice is not pleasing to my eyes!"

"Let you take the lead!"

Megan smiled and put a copper lock engraved with charms on the door of the banquet hall, "You're done! Unless someone demolishes the building and rebuilds it, no one will let the monster inside come out."

If they survive to that day.

"So we imprisoned a group of demons?" Rhett asked belatedly, "After they died?"

"That's right!"

Megan helped him straighten his crooked hat, "Isn't it a sense of accomplishment?"

"Of course!"

Rhett nodded eagerly, and managed to get the felt hat off again.

"Hey, can we discuss this topic somewhere else?"

Morgan put the trick hat on his head, "Don't you want to go to the streets to see how the real Halloween is spent? At least celebrate the victory of good over evil!"

"To be honest, I just want to get a good night's sleep in a normal hotel right now."

Gideon couldn't help but look back at the closed door, "By the way, after waking up, write down this experience as science fiction."

"Don't forget to reserve a room for me."

Megan glanced at his watch, "I will meet you before dawn."

Rhett stopped in his tracks, his eyes were extremely worried, "Aren't you going with us?"

"Just a short delay."

Megan pinched her fingertips and said: "There is still a little trouble here that needs to be finished. You can wait for me to come back with Coco."

Since there is still a case under investigation in room 143, it is unrealistic to replace all the hotel staff, but a simpler way can be used to make the surviving hostess have no time to take care of the guests who appear at the devil's dinner.

Gideon rubbed the young man's curly hair comfortingly, "Don't be so depressed, trust her strength."

After tonight, perhaps it's time to discuss returning to Quantico with Hodge.

Cortez Hotel, room 33.

Elizabeth, who had had a feast of fresh blood with her little lover Donovan, came to the holy place in her heart alone, and it was the only peaceful place where her battered soul could recall the innocence of her childhood.

The normally unattainable Countess has already washed off the heavy makeup on her face. She is wearing a white nightgown, and like an ordinary wife, she pushed away the bedroom at home where all the beautiful longings that new parents can think of can be imagined.

In the dark room, a small crib was placed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in the holy moonlight together with its owner.

The corners of Elizabeth's mouth turned up slightly, and her cold eyes gradually softened, until she saw a shadow that almost overlapped the curtain.

The woman who couldn't see her face was humming a lullaby softly, shaking the baby in her arms gently, "He never sleeps, right? It must be hard work to take care of such a different child, right?"

"Why are you here?"

The countess, who put on her defensive mask again, resumed her cold face, "Give me back the child, before I get angry!"

"Don't be so excited, you scared him."

Megan stepped out of the shadows, letting his whole body melt into the silver-gray light, "Look, how soundly he slept."

Elizabeth walked over quickly, but saw that her son, who hadn't closed his eyes for 80 years, really fell into a deep sleep like an ordinary baby, and was still unconsciously drooling with his fingers in his mouth.

"how did you do it?"

She excitedly took the child and pressed his tender face intimately, even though that face was just an ugly monster in the eyes of others.

"Perhaps a little magic of love?"

Megan looked at the warm face of the Countess, and her silver hair that became brighter and brighter under the moonlight, "I came to say goodbye. But because of a small mistake, I think it is necessary to make some compensation to you .”

"about what?"

For the sake of her son, Elizabeth's attitude was fairly calm.

Megan said softly: "I apologize for the long-term requisition of the banquet hall belonging to the hotel owner, and the unfortunate separation of your husband and wife."

Her smile looked so sincere, I'm afraid anyone who was hurt by it couldn't bear to blame her anymore, not to mention that the Countess herself didn't take her so-called husband to heart.

"Is March still alive?" asked the hostess.

This sentence is actually somewhat unreasonable, because her husband died once many years ago.

"At least until I leave."

Megan continued: "Now it's time to talk about my compensation to Mrs. March, as long as you are willing to swear with the love of your life that you will never tell anyone and pursue the whereabouts of the hotel owner and promise not to blame my friend , I will help you realize the deepest desire in your heart, and let you break free from the abyss of despair."

The above are the most effective solutions that the psychic lady can think of without paying any price.

If it was true, the Countess was so infatuated with true love that she would never allow March to leave that cursed room as long as she was alive.

Correspondingly, those murderers can also take a permanent curtain call with their own killing godfather.

After hearing her words, the Countess's plain eyes immediately radiated a compelling scorching light like a kindling, "Do you know what I want?"

This is both a temptation and a longing, and it is also full of indescribable hesitation.

"Natasha?"

Meghan didn't say the name directly, "Or her husband?"

"No! It's Valentino!"

The Countess screamed depressingly: "In my life, only he is the most precious!"

Since losing Valentino, even the long life has become an endless punishment, and the only thing that can comfort her is the child in her arms.

"so what?"

Megan walked slowly to the door, "Will you swear?"

"Yes, I swear!"

There was a touch of blood in the countess' eyes, "With all the price I can pay!"

"He's yours."

Before leaving, Megan reached out and tapped on the thickened wall, "If you are careful enough, it is not difficult to find that your lover is only separated from you by a wall."

So when you are enjoying the pain of others, he is also screaming in the same way, but there is one less audience.

Unintentionally admiring the broken expression of the Countess, Megan dragged her suitcase and left the Cortez Hotel where the love-robbing drama was about to be staged.

At this time, the neon-flashing noisy streets are crowded with parade teams, and the bloody and strange costumes of the tourists are easily reminiscent of the grand occasion of the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts.

"Oh, this is really the White Blood Queen!"

Megan, who finally crossed the road, looked at the walking corpses walking by with a headache, as well as the souvenirs they left for free, and the large blood stained on the clothes.

A three-headed Little Red Riding Hood took the opportunity to grab her by the corner of her skirt, held up a pumpkin basket and said, "Trick or treat!"

"Hey baby! Are you here alone?" Megan asked with a smile.

"I'm with Daddy!"

Little Red Riding Hood pointed to the werewolf standing under the street lamp, "Can you give me candy now?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Megan took her little hand and said softly: "I don't have candy now, but can I treat you to a piece of red velvet cake?"

She took out a small bill and put it in the basket, "Can you let your daddy take you there?"

Little Red Riding Hood looked a little aggrieved, "But I only want candy."

"Well, what do you think of nougat?"

Among the crowd, a crappy detective wearing a black crooked hat said so.

Hidden in his arms is a smoky Teddy, which is looking curiously at this weird world with its small head and wet black eyes.

"Red? Are you here to find me?" Megan asked in surprise.

She thought she was going to walk back to the hotel alone, when everyone was celebrating the festival in groups.

"Gideon was writing and Morgan and Al went to the bar."

Rhett put a piece of nougat in the girl's basket, watched her run to the man beside him, and explained with dodge eyes: "Well, I just don't know what to do."

In fact, he just doesn't know how to stop worrying and missing someone close to him.

As if hearing the most beautiful movement in the world, Megan raised her arms, with a gentle smile in her eyes, "So, would you like to take a walk with me? Maybe we can find a restaurant on the way."

Without hesitation, Rhett took her arm, "I think, yes."

I am willing to go down with you.

To my Snow Queen, with the deepest love.

I greatly admire your Spencer Holmes.

The author has something to say:

The only female killers are gay male characters, so call it gentlemen.

Song Ci: The final steps to reveal the scumbags: drink the spring of resentment—Auntie Mei confirms—search for the ghosts of the dead wandering in the burial ground—bring them back to the murderer.

So in this world, Aunt Mei also appears, but most of them are invisible. =, =

It can be predicted that in the days to come, Gideon's girlfriend will not die, Hodge's wife will not die, and many kind people will not die. Hi Pi Andy~~

Megan loves you, okay~~