Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Five

Everything in Diping Village in Ma District is very normal, which makes people feel very happy.Sister Luo is busy taking care of the dog. This time, I think she is catching lice for the dog.When I walked in, she looked up and asked if I would like to help.I decline and ask her where Jin Joo is. "She went to 'White Horse.'" "what?--" "She said something happened over there." "But isn't that house empty?" "I know." "She must be too tired, her body hasn't—" "You're going to make a fuss, Mark, and Joe is perfectly well. Have you read Mrs. Oliver's new book? It's called 'The White Parrot,' and it's over there on the table."

"God bless her and Edith Bings." "Who the hell is Edith Bings?" "She recognized a photograph of a faithful domestic servant of my late godmother." "All you said were inexplicable things. What's the matter with you?" I didn't answer, and went straight to the former site of the "White Horse Hotel". Before going in, I met Mrs. Cassop. She greeted me warmly. "I knew I was stupid," she said, "but I never saw why. Because I was caught by the smoke screen." She waved her hand towards the empty and peaceful former hotel site in the late autumn sun.

"There has never been any evil there, only some small tricks that disregard human life for money. This is where it is evil. There is no greatness. There are only great things, and there are only small and contemptible things." "You have the same opinion as Inspector Li Jun." "I like that man," said Mrs. Cathorpe. "Let's go in and find Kimjo." "What is she doing in there?" "Get some stuff in order." We passed through the low doorway, which smelled strongly of turpentine, and Jinjo was busy with rags and bottles.She looked up at us as we walked in.She was still very pale and thin, with a turban on her head because her hair hadn't quite grown in yet.Compared with her former self, she really looks like a ghost.

"She's all right." Mrs. Cassop read, as usual, what I was thinking at a glance. "Look!" Jin Qiao said triumphantly. She pointed to the old hotel sign she was working on. The smudges of age had been washed away, and the knight on horseback could be seen clearly, a grinning skeleton with gleaming bones. Mrs. Cathorpe read behind me in a low and loud voice: "Revelation Chapter VI, Verse 8: I gazed, and I saw a horse, and the one sitting on the horse was Death, and hell followed him. ..." We were silent for a while, and Mrs. Cassop said, "That's the way it is," as if throwing something into the dustbin.

"I should go," she said. "There's a mother's party." She walked to the door, nodded to Jin Qiao, and said unexpectedly: "you will be a good mother in the future." Jin Qiao blushed. "Jin Joe," I said, "would you like to?" "Want what? To be a good mother?" "you know what I mean." "Perhaps . . . but I wish there was a firmer promise." I gave her a very firm promise. After a while, Jin Qiao asked: "Are you sure you don't want to marry that man named Hemia?" "Jesus!" I said, "I almost forgot."

I took a letter out of my pocket. "Accepted this three days ago and she asked if I would go with her to see 'Love is Labor Loss' at the Old Victoria Theatre." Jin-joo takes the letter and tears it in half. "If you ever want to go to the Old Victoria, come with me," she said firmly.