Angel took off his coat, and the little snowflakes that had originally hung on the coat had already been melted by the heat during the time he came in.

There was an old wooden stand at the door of the house. Angel looked around for a while and it seemed that there was nowhere else to hang clothes in the room. Angel and Charles had to hang the clothes on it.

There is only one half-person-high window in the room. The dusty window sill forms a strong contrast with the unusually bright window glass. The window is completely enclosed and cannot be opened from the inside. The "huh" wind keeps coming from outside the house.

It reached the ears of the two people, like a wild beast roaring loudly.

There were two beds in the wet and cold room, and the white mattress and inexplicable yellow dye on the sheets were irregularly presented on it, a bit like it was deliberately smoked by a cigarette, and I don’t know why it was not washed.

"Charles, go and order two portions of beef and bread, and pour a barrel of ale."

"Okay."

Charles hurriedly got off the spiral ladder with the money. When he went out, he closed the wooden door. The moment Charles closed the wooden door, Angel suddenly felt that the whole environment around him became extremely quiet.

The originally howling wind, the sound of the guests downstairs shouting and creaking sounds made by Charles when he went downstairs disappeared at this moment.

It was quiet everywhere! A fine cold sweat emerged from Angel's forehead like bamboo shoots. The sharp feeling of uneasiness disappeared for a long time and reappeared again. It was as high as a sharp blade.

Hanging above his head.

Angel was not panicked. He stood up and looked around vigilantly. At this moment, the surrounding environment felt an indescribable sense of incongruity in Anger's eyes, just as a drunken person was slightly distorted when he saw everything around him.

The originally bright and clear glass window was covered by a thick layer of dust. This time, the windowsill was as smooth as new. However, the difference from the moment was that there was a windowsill without any foulness.

Two clear black handprints reflect on it, and the direction of the handprints is where Angle stands.

"Secret Room!"

Angel was suddenly shocked, and the feeling of uneasiness was like a big hand and he grabbed his heart. In this small space, Angel could not find any place to hide.

Angel opened his eyes desperately, trying to find the traces of the master of the handprint. However, except for the increasingly twisted walls, the whole room was empty, and he had no choice but to retreat. The wooden door behind him seemed to be completely integrated with the wall.

, there is no way to open it from inside.

Angel knew that the more he reached this time, he would be calmer. His hand holding the gun was so nervous that he could almost not grasp the handle of the gun. However, the cold touch on the gun also made An

Geer felt a little relieved.

At this moment, Angel seemed to hear Charles calling himself, but the sound was like shouting from a distance, and it was not real.

"Sir! What's wrong with you sir?"

Angel sat up from the bed all at once.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Angel held his forehead, and the headache and a strong sense of suffocation came to him. Charles, who was calling him, looked at him nervously, and on the bed table next to him were a few slices of sliced ​​bread and seemed to be

The roast beef that had been placed for a while, half a bucket of clear yellow ale was shining with an attractive light.

There were two large cups for drinking on the table. One of them had been stained with wine, and the other was as smooth as new. Obviously no one had used this cup, and everything around seemed to be no different from usual.

"Sir, have you been exposed to the cold? Why did you fall on the bed in a short while? You can't wake up even if you scream, and..."

Charles whispered, "You're still talking nonsense."

Angel remained silent. He was still immersed in the memories just now. Listening to Charles's meaning, everything just now was just dreaming.

"Did you really suffer from the cold?"

Angel took out his pipe and put it in his mouth and smoked it one by one, and the smoke spread throughout the room.

"By the way, how long have I slept?"

"You have been sleeping for about five hours. You have already fallen asleep when I came, so I didn't call you. I didn't wake you up until you just shouted in a sleep."

Angel was stunned. Although his expression was still calm, his heart felt like it was covered with heavy mist. He got up and went to the window, twisting a small thigh of dust on the window with his index finger and thumb.

I put it under my nose and smelled it, and the dust didn't smell strange.

"Charles, give me a bag."

Although Charles behind him didn't understand what Angel was doing, he still handed the bag to Angel as he said.

Soon, all the dust on the windowsill was collected by Angel. What disappointed Angel was that neither the windowsill nor the glass had the same black handprints as the dream just now, and even similar things were

No.

It was already pitch black outside the window. The streets of the town were not as brightly lit as Henchel. Once night falls, it seems to be completely swallowed up by darkness. The lights are brightly extinguished outside the window, and the wind and snow still do not stop.

All of this made Angel's heart sink more and more.

The case was more difficult than he expected. Combined with what had just happened to him, Angel felt that the murder case in the town of Loghill might be more difficult than any case he had taken over.

After eating the cold beef and bread, Angel poured it into his stomach with the ale that he had just called Charles to heat. The chill in his body was finally dispelled under the influence of alcohol.

"Charles, don't you think there is anything unusual since you came here?"

"Sorry, I think everything is OK so far except for this terrible weather and bad meals."

"Oh? Did that chunky wine servant do anything strange when you go down to get food? And when we came in in the afternoon, were all the guests in the tavern gone?"

"Sir, what are you talking about? The hotel owner is a beautiful woman from beginning to end. Besides, there are no customers in this ghost weather. When we came into the tavern today, we couldn't even see a ghost in the tavern."

Charles looked puzzled, his expression didn't seem to be fake.

Angel was suddenly stunned. He felt like he was punched in the nose with a force, and then the other party told him that he was hit by himself.

He grabbed Charles' collar tightly, and his face turned extremely pale in an instant.

"Damn it! You said when we came today, there was no one in the tavern! What a joke?"

"Sir, I can't breathe!"

Charles tried hard to break away and pull Angle by pulling his hand, but Angle had no intention of letting go.

"Sorry, Charles, I might have really gotten cold."

Angel calmed down again when he lost his mind. He knew that the unstable emotions would make the already foggy case even more confusing, and the most important thing now is that he had not yet woken up from his dream.

come over.

Or do you mean that I was in a dream from the beginning, or that I had never left Henshael City?!

A series of questions emerged from Angel's sea of ​​consciousness one after another, just like bubbles that were constantly extinguishing in the ocean.

In order to prove what he saw in the afternoon, Angel put on his coat again. This time he did not bring Charles with him. In the place within reach of his arms, Angel was carrying his gun, although he knew that this time it might be a gun.

It doesn't solve the problem.

Walking down slowly along the familiar spiral ladder when he came, Angel tried to keep himself silent like a thief, with his feet touching the wooden ladder, as silent as a cat walking on the soft mud ground.

The pitch-black spiral stairwell became the natural cover of Angle. From the gap between the spiral spiral and the first floor, you can see the panoramic layout of the first floor of the tavern.

As Charles said, the young and beautiful boss lady was scrubbing an exquisite wine glass. There was no one in the store. After observing for a while, Angel decided to talk with the boss lady and see if he could collect it.

to useful information.

Although his personal experience in the afternoon convinced him more than Charles's statement, the facts were in front of him and he could not help but believe them.

"It's easier for humans to believe the facts they see." Angel murmured to himself.

After confirming that everything was normal, Angel had to temporarily suppress the doubts in her heart and walked downstairs. The proprietress heard the movement of the stairwell, put down the wine glass in her hand and looked at Angel.

.

"How is your sir resting? Your waiter also specifically told me not to disturb you. He saw that you were sleeping peacefully, just like a child of a few years old." The proprietress covered her mouth.

I don’t know how old she is, but every move is full of mature charm and vitality. This scene is really pleasing to the eye, and Angel’s originally nervous mood has also relaxed a little.

The country ballad of the Mustang band was played quietly on the record machine next to the tavern, which sounded particularly comfortable.

Angel walked to the high chair in front of the boss's wife and sat down, asked for a glass of homemade wine, and chatted with the other party, and easily knew the boss's wife's name was Dofu.

"Angle."

"It turns out that you are the famous Mr. Angel."

Dofu's surprised look and just right low voice made Angel proud, but soon he asked Dofu the main topic.

"Dofu, I believe I'm here for no reason. You already know that vacation is not my choice. Before that, have you hired a short and fat drinker in your store, and that person's smiley face.

It's as brilliant as a chrysanthemum."

Angel spit out a smoke ring, as if he was asking questions unintentionally. At this point, Angel still didn't believe that he could see it as an illusion or his dream, because his entire memory was a completely coherent straight line.

Dreams will definitely not be presented to your mind in every detail.

"Well, let me think about it."

Dofu supported her chin with her hands, recalled for a while, and soon shook her head at Angel. Although he was mentally prepared, Angel was still very disappointed.

"So, beautiful lady, lately..."

Angel stretched out his hands and was about to describe the black handprint he saw today to Dov. When Charles carried two bags and pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. The wind and snow piled up thick on him.

layer.
Chapter completed!