The vest magic changes the earth

At that time, no one said anything.

The knock on the door became louder and louder, and it seemed that there was no tendency to stop for a while.

The female boss's hoarse voice came from outside: "We have something to ask!"

Randolph Carter gestured to the private detective to hide in the closet.

Allen opened the closet and sat in, while Randolph closed the door.

The small space in the closet made him feel like his whole body was squeezed together. Coupled with the darkness and stagnant air, the environment was very harsh.He hugged his legs inside and stretched out his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Randolph also reached out and knocked on the door panel, and said to the outside: "What happened? You disturbed my sleep!"

"A customer didn't follow the rules and went out." The female boss outside replied, her voice was hoarse and slippery like a crawling snake, "Have you seen him?"

"No, I didn't see it." Randolph replied in a loud voice, full of impatience, "Don't fucking disturb my rest!"

The other party obviously didn't believe him, and continued to knock on the door, and the door panel was beaten with such force that it rustled to dust.

"Did you see him? You must have seen him!" The other party roared outside the door, "Open the door and let him out!"

"Crazy." Randolph yelled back, with full lung capacity, "Your own rules, don't open the door at night!"

The other party stopped, and after a while, he said: "You must have violated the rules, and you will be retaliated against."

Randolph replied crisply and loudly, "F**kyou, b**ch!"

Allen gave him a thumbs up in his heart.He was uncomfortable being squeezed in the cabinet, and there was still a musty smell of disrepair in the cabinet, so he moved his neck with difficulty, his gaze swept over inadvertently, and suddenly froze.

Through the very dim ray of light coming through the cracks in the cabinet.Allen noticed that something appeared in the corner of the cabinet at some point, with his forearm high and low, leaning there.

He sat curled up in the cabinet with his feet on the other side of the cabinet, and this thing that appeared suddenly was right next to his feet.

Allen felt his hair stand up, he couldn't see what it was, but he felt a real sight, sticking to his face, like the tongue of a poisonous snake.

He didn't dare to move, and confronted that thing, the sweat on the back of his neck sticking to his clothes.

The cabinet door was pulled open, and the light from outside came in at once.

Randolph stood at the door, frowning: "What are you doing? I called you several times."

Allen was dumbfounded, "I didn't hear anything just now." He pointed to the corner of the cabinet again, "That thing has been looking at me."

This time he saw clearly that it was a doll, wearing a red skirt, two strands of braided hair, and two black buttons sewn into the eyes, reflecting the light shiningly.

That real gaze disappeared again.

Randolph stretched out his head to take a look, and said nothing, but his brows frowned even tighter.

Reaching out to pull him out, Randolph reached in again and took the doll in his hand.

Allen leaned over to observe with him, "It appeared suddenly, I swear, I didn't have this thing when I went in."

Randolph sneered, put down his hand, and threw the doll back: "There is no problem, you are too neurotic, baby."

Allen persisted, exasperated by his flirtatious attitude: "I'm sure."

He was answered by the dull sound of a cabinet door closing.

Randolph stretched his waist: "At night, it's time to do something serious."

"what??"

"Sleep." Randolph threw himself heavily on the bed, and the bed board let out an overwhelmed groan.

Allen looked at the only one bed, and then at Randolph Carter, who had spread his limbs and occupied all corners of the bed, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Are you still waiting for me to make room for you?" Randolph rolled his eyelids and glanced at him in surprise, "I only accept beautiful women to share my bed."

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

Allen felt a surge of blood rushing straight to his forehead.

He, Alan Simmons, a well-known detective in a New York firm, is young and handsome, with excellent skills and good psychological quality.

In one night, he was so angry with a stranger that he wanted to draw a duel countless times.

The most frightening thing is that this person saved his life.

His temples twitched, Allen looked around the narrow room, and finally he could only sit on a broken chair. He barely tucked his long legs under the table, nestled in the chair and began to rest.

At the same time, I was gnashing my teeth in my heart. At first glance, I actually thought he was a beast.It's all shit!This is a bitch!

Perhaps due to the fatigue caused by the high mental tension, Allen only felt exhausted, and fell asleep quickly.

Randolph Carter on the bed opened his eyes, watched Allen drooling in sleep, smiled complacently, pulled out an instrument from under his quilt and turned it off.

He opened the cabinet door again, and the doll was gone. He sneered, "Run faster."

......

When Allen woke up, it was already full daylight, but Randolph Carter was nowhere to be found.

He thought of the thing crawling around in the corridor last night, so he didn't dare to go out casually, so he opened the curtain a crack and looked out.

In the daytime, this small town has returned to its vibrant appearance like all small towns.

The sun was shining brightly, and people were walking casually on the street, saying hello to everyone passing by.There are no tall buildings, so he can see the flowers on the windowsills of the small houses in the distance.

An ordinary and comfortable morning in a small town.

suddenly,

Boom boom boom!

Allen was shocked, and the door was knocked again.

He stared at the door tightly, holding his pistol tightly.

Outside the door came the voice of Miss Dubo, who had haunted him last night.

"Mr. Hart, who drank with you yesterday, is looking for you, are you there?"

What a fart!

How many idiots in the movie were tricked into opening the door and slaughtered like this.

Allen made up his mind not to make a sound.

To his surprise, there was a sound of a key opening the door through the lock.

The door, in his desperate eyes, slowly opened.

Redneck Hart and Dubo stood outside the door.

Hart looked at Miss Dubbo with some surprise.

Du Bo smiled coquettishly and explained, "He stuffed it in my pocket when I was drinking yesterday."

Hart's eyes turned to clarity and ambiguity.

fart!Allen roared in his heart, this is not my room at all, it only means that this woman has been watching him too.And as a private detective, no matter how much he likes a woman, it is impossible for him to give her the key to his own room.

But now the situation is stronger than others, he can only squeeze out a stiff smile at Du Bo and the red-necked Hart.

"We've been knocking on the door for a long time, why don't you answer?" Hart asked him.

"Oh...that, ha, I sleep well, didn't hear..."

Hart looked at him, reluctantly accepted the explanation, and smiled heartily: "Let's go, let's go and see your car, she has stayed at another man's house all night!"

Allen couldn't resist, and walked down tremblingly.

Du Bo has been watching here, showing a smile.

Allen shivered again when he saw her.

Downstairs, Allen finally saw Randolph again, this guy was enjoying breakfast at the bar of the bar.

Seeing Allen, he blinked at him.

Allen laughed again and said, "I, I'm going to buy a breakfast."

"Oh, of course. You see, my oversight," Hart replied.

Allen leaned over to pick up the menu and pretended to think, while gritting his teeth in a low voice: "I can see them going up to find me."

"Of course." Randolph smirked, "Miss Dubo kindly showed him the way."

"F..." Allen suppressed his urge to curse, "Why didn't you stop them?" Or call me up.

"Can't die."

"What if?"

"You're out of luck."

"FUCKYOU!" Alan couldn't bear it anymore.

Randolph laughed.

"Hurry up." He said: "They are all watching you, so don't worry. At present, as long as you don't violate the rules, nothing will happen to you."

Allen dilly-dally ordered the meal, packed it, and left with a tragic mood.

Randolph was still enjoying his breakfast, and when they went out he put down his fork and followed quietly.

It's a standard TV town, so it's going to have a small hotel run by an old couple.Sure, they'll have a beautiful daughter, a simple town girl.

Allen walked out of the small hotel and saw Hart the Red Neck saying hello to a girl in a wheelchair.

Probably because he looked at the girl for a long time, Hart waved his fist at him, "Hey, boy outside, don't think of Annie, she is a good girl. His father is the owner of the hotel, we will let you sleep on the street of."

Allen shivered, his palms were covered in cold sweat.

He looked at the girl for so long only because he noticed that she was sitting in a wheelchair with her hands folded on her lap and her nails were long...

Allen pretended to inquire casually: "The girl's legs...? I'm sorry, there is no other meaning."

Hart sighed, making his neck thicker and redder.

"Ben's family went to many hospitals for the congenital disability, but they couldn't cure it. She is a good girl, and everyone in the town knows it. It's God's fault."

Allen pretended to sigh with him, and took the time to eat his sandwich.

The town is small and the roads are short.

They soon arrived at the place where his car stopped, which was also near the home of the young man Robert yesterday.

Robert had his hood open and was checking.

Seeing them coming, I ran over and said, "There is a part that we don't have in town. We can only wait for next week, when my dad goes to town, to drive you there to buy it."

"It's okay." Allen laughed dryly, he knew it would not be so easy to leave this ghostly place, and at the same time made a fascinated expression: "I think it's very good here."

"Thank you." Hart happily patted him on the shoulder.

Robert and Hart, both looking satisfied, grinned at Ellen.

Allen felt that indescribable malice again.

"It's going to be the most important day in our town soon." Robert said softly, "You just happened to catch up, strangers, you are very lucky."

Gradually, Allen noticed that at some point, the surrounding area was foggy...

Milky fog.