Chapter 33 chapter eight

After a while, I couldn't take the bloody image in the mirror as something that happened in reality. I took it as my morbid delusion, as a fictional story in the peephole mechanism, and fell asleep in a trance.However, when I think about it carefully, no matter how unconscious my brain was at the time, it was impossible to see such a clear illusion.Even if this wasn't a homicide, it must have been a terrorist incident of a similar nature. I listened intently, waiting for the sound of hurried footsteps and loud voices in the hallway, when I glanced at my watch and found that the hands were pointing at exactly ten o'clock near thirty-five.

But no matter how long I waited, I couldn't hear any unusual noises.The noise from the next door also subconsciously disappeared. For a moment, the entire hotel was silent, only the ticking of the watch was extremely harsh.Suddenly, I wanted to chase the phantom's tail, so I came to the mirror again. Of course, in the mirror, only the cold floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dressing room reflected the surrounding walls and shelves, emitting a faint white light.The short knife stabbed her body so fiercely, and so much blood gushed out, the victim must have been seriously injured before she died!The mirror can't transmit sound, but she must have uttered a very painful and shrill scream!

I looked at the surface of the mirror in vain, as if I wanted to see the aftermath of the scream, staring straight at it, lost in thought! After all, how could the people in the hotel be so calm?Maybe they didn't hear the screams. The heavy door at the entrance of the bath and the long distance between the bath and the kitchen cut off the woman's screams.If so, I should be the only one in the huge lakeside pavilion who knows about it.Of course, I had to tell other people what happened.But what should I say?Once I confess, it is tantamount to confessing the secrets of the peeping mirror. How can I disclose such a shameful thing?Not only would it be embarrassing, but in the worst case, other people would connect this interesting mechanism that ordinary people can't understand with the murder case.Being timid and indecisive by nature, I really don't have the courage to make up my mind to tell others this.

However, I can't just keep silent like nothing happened.For the next ten minutes, I experienced unprecedented anxiety.I was in a dilemma, hesitated, and finally couldn't hold back, stood up abruptly and walked out.I don't have a clear idea or plan in my heart, I just want to go out first.As soon as I got out of the room, I ran down the spacious stairs next to it. Below the stairs was a T-shaped corridor, with one horizontal side leading to the bath and the other leading to the entrance; the vertical one leading to the inner living room.I rushed down the stairs in a hurry and almost bumped into a person who suddenly came out from the direction of the living room.

Looking closely, the other party seemed to be an entrepreneur. He was wearing a decent suit. The suit was covered with a thick spring coat, the color was elegant and dignified. The coat was open, revealing a finger-thick gold necklace on his chest.He was holding a heavy large suitcase in his right hand, and a thick golden crutch in his left.However, when it was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the appearance of leaving the hotel in a hurry, and the scene of carrying the heavy suitcase by himself, in retrospect, it is indeed quite abnormal.What is even more surprising is that because we almost collided, I almost jumped up in fright, but the other party seemed to be more frightened than me. He was startled, took several steps back, and wanted to turn around and walk back , but suddenly thought of something, pretending to be nonchalant, walked in front of me, with an extremely unnatural expression, and walked towards the entrance.Behind the man was followed by a man who looked like a servant. He was slightly less elegant, but he was also wearing a suit and carrying the same heavy luggage.

As mentioned more than once in the previous article, I am cowardly and very timid.During the time I stayed in the hotel, I rarely left the room and knew almost nothing about the other guests.I am only interested in the fashionable city girl, and the other young man (what a marvel he is, anyway, as the story progresses, readers will understand), and I am interested in the others. don't care.Of course, with the help of the peeping mirror, I have seen all the tenants here, but I don’t know the room they live in, nor their appearance, temperament, and attire, just like the gentleman who shocked me now, although I felt as if I'd seen him somewhere, but I wasn't too impressed, so his sneaky behavior didn't arouse my great interest.

At that time, I had no time to wonder why this guest checked out at such a time. I was so anxious that I didn't even know which side of the corridor to go. No matter how I cheered myself up, I couldn't explain to the tenants what I saw. Because I saw it through the spy mirror, I always felt that I was the sinner, and I was full of guilt.