Ex-boyfriends are gods

After the dull sound of closing the door, the room fell into silence again.

Al got up, threw his coat casually on a battered chair, and went upstairs.

After the house was bought, the old man only tidied it up at the very beginning.Later, many tenants came here, and they didn't care much about the house that wasn't their own, and after the old man came back, he didn't take good care of it either.

Therefore, various scratches can be seen everywhere on the wooden stairs, and the handrails even shake.

There are three rooms upstairs, two bedrooms and a study.All the walls are not clean either. I don’t know if there were children living there before. In addition to the peeling off of the walls due to humidity, there are also many messy paintbrush scratches on the walls.

"It has to be repainted." Al shook his head.

Went to the old man's room, unlocked, found it when Al was checking the room when Stephen was there.It seems that when the old man left, he was still in a hurry.

Pushing open the door and going in, avoiding some messy sundries, Al walked to the old man's bed, where there was a not-so-small bookcase.

Al searched, and took out all the books in the leftmost shelf of the bookcase.The wooden board of the bookcase against the wall was quickly pulled down by Al, and behind it was a small space dug out of the wall.

This is where the old man hid some gadgets. The old man didn't hide it from him, and Al knew it a long time ago.

It wasn't empty, so Al took out everything inside.

A small box with another letter on it.

His name was written on it, and it seemed that the letter was addressed to him.Al shook it off directly. After reading it, Al was a little relieved and a little worried.

The old man said in the letter that he was going out to do some errands, but he didn't know the length of time.This is specially reserved for Al, just to let Al don't worry too much after he comes back and finds that he is not there.Also, pay attention to protecting yourself, because there will always be some abnormal events around him unconsciously.

From this point of view, the old man could still leave a special letter for himself when he went out, explaining that he was prepared to go out, but he didn't say anything specific.

After collecting the letter, Al opened the box.

There is a total of one hundred pounds of wealth in it, plus a revolver/gun and six bullets. The old man is still very thoughtful.One hundred pounds, poorer, enough to live for a family of three for half a year.

Al took out five pounds and stuffed them into his pocket, and he put the rest back in the secret compartment.

That night, Al wasn't in the mood to pack his things, but went back to his room and slept through the night.

The next day, Al went out to buy some ham and cheese, and after eating something casually, he started tidying up the room.Those tablecloths, pillows that have been bitten by mice need to be thrown away.In addition to cleaning up the rat feces and urine in the corners, rat medicine and rat traps also need to be placed in various places.

Al spent a fortune of seven pounds on tidying up the room and renewing the items.

After finally being able to live, Al went to the Police Department again.His hospitalization fee was still paid in advance, so he had to pay it back.When I went, Stephen wasn't there.

People from the police department said that Stephen was temporarily transferred away to attend training.

Al probably has something to do with the monster case last time. This kind of thing needs to be kept secret even within the police department, and few people know about it.If Stephen encounters him unluckily, he will definitely receive special training, and maybe even sign some secret treaty.

Before leaving, an agent handed Al a plastic bag, "This fell out of your pocket, and it looks a bit valuable. Sign it and take it back."

Inside was a simple black ring with some weight.This was recognized by the monster before he ran away. Al remembered that he held it in the palm of his hand, and then put it in the coat pocket.

After he was discharged from the hospital, when the clothes came back from the hospital, the ring was gone.

Al thought it was lost, so he went to the hospital to ask about it, but they said they didn't see it. Al wanted to study it, but since it was lost, he didn't care.It turned out that it was taken away by the Police Department for research, but it may have been discovered later that it was an ordinary ring, so it was returned to him.

"Thank you."

The detective simply waved his hand and went back to work.

Out of the Police Department, even though the sun is good at the moment.But the wind blowing on the face was still a bit chilly.Al held the plastic bag and looked at the ring in the sunlight.

It is a black ring with some complicated patterns carved on the surface.Under the sunlight at this moment, the pitch-black ring reflected some black luminescence.

After studying for a while, Al didn't see anything wrong.

When he got home, Al found something to eat, and then took out some painting utensils he bought earlier.Halfway through the painting, Al stopped writing.

For the past few days, Al has been thinking about something.

Should he still stick to his previous thoughts and live another life in peace and confusion, or should he figure out some weird things about him.

Al didn't fall asleep until midnight.

In the middle of the night, he simply got up and went to the study.

The study room is full of things belonging to the old man, there are some handicrafts, various folk anecdotes, a large number of hand-drawn maps... There are even social cases registered in various newspapers...

Everything here is the old man's treasure. Al used to come in, and the old man would always scold him out.But speaking of it, Al was not interested in these things at the time.

Now that the old man is gone, Al just chooses back and forth between the seven or eight rows of bookshelves.There are also stacks of newspapers or some handwritten books and notebooks on the ground... Anyway, Al was a little insomnia, so he just read it casually.

"Huh?" While flipping through the cover casually, Al suddenly stopped.

Under one of the bookcases, there was a notebook with a red cover and gray fur lying quietly.This is not important, what is important is that it is tied with a worn-out book by a small yellow hemp rope.

Only half of the book was torn, but the word 'Green' could still be vaguely seen on the tattered cover.

Al immediately recalled the pound, with 'Green' written on it in blood.

Frowning, Al squatted down on the spot, and put the book he took out on his lap.

Taking a deep breath, Al pulled away the tied hemp rope.

The books are really worn out and you need to be extra careful when flipping through them.But after opening the notebook, Al found that it didn't matter if the book was broken.Because the old man backed up all the contents of the book, including the pictures, in his notebook, and even had various notes he made.

"Hey, I didn't expect the old man to be very good at drawing. When did he learn to sketch?" Al sighed, and put the damaged book in his hand aside.

Reading through the pages of the notebook, Al's brows became more and more wrinkled.

The things recorded here are like Arabian Nights... It records several types of monsters, besides the introduction of some monsters, there are even some cases that the old man himself noted.

"Lucky cat... Soak a ten-year-old child in a special witchcraft potion. After three days, peel off the child's whole body skin, stick bloody cat skin on the child, and put on red-hot iron boots. Undead, Puss in Boots will Bring good luck to the master."

Below the text, the old man used a sketch to draw a cat that stood and walked like a human, wearing boots but with a distorted and painful expression.

"In 1966, the investigation revealed that the corpses of eight ten-year-old children were found in an abandoned hut in a remote village in Lansing. The corpses were covered with cat skins to varying degrees. It was suspected that someone had made Puss in Boots."

Al closed his eyes, only felt a cold air rising to his head, and felt a little nausea in his stomach.

Al didn't even dare to read it carefully. He flipped through it in a hurry, and when he was almost at the end, he finally stopped and found the information he was looking for.

On the sketch, the appearance of the 'monster' is clearly depicted.

Large in size, sharp claws, and well covered in full victorious hair.Next to this sketch, a man in a green cloak is depicted.

"Bearskin... People make a deal with Kui. After wearing Kui's cloak, people will become bearskins. Within seven years, bearskins must eat four sinful human beings with dirty souls. Brain, internal organs, hands, feet... and find his "lover" within seven years. Only after receiving the blessing of his "lover" can the bearskin regain his human body.

The bearskin who turns back into a human will not only have an extremely perfect and healthy body, but his blood will also become special.As long as he is willing, everything that touches his blood can be turned into gold. "

It is also recorded above that Kui needs to eat, but he can only eat the soul, and it must be the soul of a sinful human being eaten by the bearskin.

They are a pair of monsters who cooperate and win together.

If Bearskin doesn't turn back into a human, he will die after seven years.Also died, and Kui.However, the old man remarked that Kui may reincarnate into the world based on the seven-year limit.However, Kui and bearskins are rare, and he did not find any relevant cases.

Is it really worth it to exchange seven years of monster time for a lifetime of inexhaustible wealth?

Al turned to the end of the notebook, and the old man still left a few lines.

Green monster.

Beauty and evil always coexist. After fairy tales are reflected in reality, the truth is not beautiful.

(useless, sealed in 1972)

Al calculated that at this time, he was about ten years old.That is to say, after the old man finished the notebook, he found that it was not what he was looking for, so he left it here for about ten years without touching it.

Because of this notebook, Al knew that he would not need to sleep at all tonight.

Simply, he went to the room to get a blanket and pillow, and made himself a cup of hot coffee.Leaning on the bookshelf, looking at the old man's notes in a mess.

It wasn't until dawn that Al leaned over by the bookshelf and fell asleep like this.

When he woke up, Al found that it was past nine o'clock.

After washing up and having lunch, Al took the revolver/gun out of the hidden compartment.Loaded the bullet, and put it in the desk drawer of the study.

After a whole night last night, Al has figured it out a bit.

Since God won't let him be dull, he won't be dull!Even if some things can be avoided temporarily, they cannot be avoided for a lifetime.

After making a decision, Al finished the half-finished sunflower painting yesterday in one afternoon.

Al felt quite satisfied, and then hung the painting in the bedroom.

For dinner, Al fried some dishes for himself, and then cooked some rice. The Chinese way of eating is perfect.

His cooking skills are average, Chinese food is good, and Western food is even worse.But Norton is very good at cooking. He has a high pursuit of quality of life, and he doesn't like the food made by chefs in most restaurants.

Al also felt that instead of being a dentist, he would have good development prospects as a chef.

After dinner, Al looked at the sky.

When he was cooking just now, the sky was already sprinkling some tiny drops of rain.But at this moment, it directly turned into heavy snow.The fireplace in the hall was always burning, and it was warm enough in the house.

Al went to the study and took out a book of miscellaneous customs, and he felt comfortable under the blanket.

But when it's okay, the room seems a little too deserted.Al figured he might as well get a cat to keep, or a golden retriever like Stephen's.

When he was distracted from reading and thinking about whether it was a cat or a dog, Al heard the sound of a carriage coming from his door.

I thought it was just passing by, but someone shouted outside the door.

"Hello, is Mr. Clive at home?"

Al was in the room with a fireplace burning and the lights on.Even with the curtains drawn, some light could still be seen vaguely outside.

Al, wearing cotton slippers, opened the door slightly.Across the fence of the small yard, a middle-aged man wearing a thick black sweater and coat, and a black hat stood by the carriage while constantly looking in Al's direction.

He looked surprised when he saw Al.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Jeffrey Clive... May I ask who you are, sir?"

Looking for the old man... Al hurried out, and then opened the fence, "It's snowing a lot, come in and sit down, Jeffrey Clive is my father."

The middle-aged man stood there for a while, and the hat on his head was covered with snowflakes.He seemed a little hesitant when he heard Al's invitation.

"Jeffrey is home?"

Snowflakes drifted into his neck, and he shook his body agitatedly.The middle-aged man lifted the collar of his coat so that it could wrap around his neck better.

"No, he has been away for a long time. Sir, do you have anything to do with my father?"

Hearing that Jeffrey was not there, Jeffrey showed some anxious expressions on his face.He seemed a little disbelieving, looked around, and found that the signboard of the detective agency was still placed at the door.

"...Then when will he come back? Or, how should I contact him?"

Al now relies on a blanket for his life. After his teeth chattered, he could only say: "Sir, it's too cold, do we have to say it at the door?"

"Sorry, sorry."

The middle-aged man finally decided to go in and have a chat with Al, so he wouldn't turn back immediately.The coachman waiting on the side saw that there was no business, so he just sat back in the car, whipped his horse and walked away.

After entering the door, the heat that hit his face made the middle-aged man shiver.

Al gave the other a cup of hot coffee.

After a few sips, the middle-aged man took off his thick coat.At the same time, he introduced himself as Monta Robertson, and now he is a reseller of second-hand real estate.

As for life, it should be normal.

When Monta took off his hat when he entered the door, Al noticed that the brim of the hat was obviously worn out, and the shoes of the other party had been repaired, but because it was mostly snow water now, it was a little degummed after being stained. Open slightly.

A warm environment can bring comfort to people. After resting for a while, Monta, who was originally exhausted, recovered a lot of energy.

"I've been away for a long time, and I just came back recently. But when I came back, my father had already gone away, and he probably won't be back in the near future. Do you have anything to do with him?"

Monta, who was a little relaxed at first, became a little uneasy again. He moved his body with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Yes...it's like this...A year ago, I asked Mr. Jeffrey for help. At that time, Mr. Jeffrey helped me. But I didn't expect it...things changed again, so I had to come to Jeffrey again Mr. Free...I didn't expect him to go out, sorry to bother you." Monta was much older than Al, but he looked too cautious.

After confirming that Jeffrey was really not there, he wanted to leave.

Al stopped the other party, his beautiful lake blue eyes showed a bit of firmness, after a moment of silence, Al showed a smile, "Sir, I am taking over my father's job. If you believe me, you can try to follow me Let’s talk, there’s no charge.”

Still hesitating, Monta sized up the young man.

Monta still remembered Jeffrey from a year ago. It was an old man with sloppy clothes, rough skin, a loud voice, calluses holding a gun, and a somewhat irritable old man.

Al and Jeffrey, on the other hand, look very different.

Al has an excellent appearance, with deep and strong facial features, but at the same time his facial features tend to be softer and more delicate.Especially his lake-blue eyes, which are different from Jeffrey's mania brewing all the time, they are gentle and calm, making people unconsciously feel that this is a kind and reliable young man with a peaceful heart.

From the other party's temperament, appearance, and conversation, even if there was only a brief exchange, Monta understood that Al was really different from old Clive. Al was more like a gentleman who lived a good life than old Clive. A crazy butcher like a husband.

"Okay." Monta didn't think that such a young man could help him, but he had held back this matter for too long, and it had already made him restless day and night.

He couldn't talk to his wife or any of his friends about it, so Al was a good choice.

Monta reached out, and he took out an invitation letter from his pocket.

The invitation letter is very delicate, with a faint fragrance of jasmine.It was completely black, but on the surface of the invitation, several letters were painted in silver.

Devil's invitation.

The meaning is simple and clear, if it is not a prank, the other party will tell you clearly that I am not a good person.

Al opened the invitation letter, and there was only the name Monta Robertson in it, which was also written in silver, and there was nothing else.

"One year ago, my eldest son Alex Robertson and his wife Erin Nanke received such an invitation letter. Two days later, they disappeared. Later, I reported to the police department and found that I received There are five other people missing in the invitation letter, and their family members, friends... have also reported the case like me.

But a week later, I still have no news from Alex.As a last resort, I found your father through someone's introduction.He agreed to help, and later, he rescued Alex's wife. "

"What about the rest?"

"died."

"Then do you know how my father rescued Irene?"

"I don't know, people from the Police Department also came forward. I asked him afterwards, but he said that this matter needs to be kept secret, otherwise people from the Police Department will come to trouble me. Besides, it's not good for me to know too much .”

"In this case, the case has been solved, how can such a thing happen again?"

Monta shook his head worriedly and confused, "A total of two people were arrested at that time, and the newspaper published the case, and they were finally sentenced to death. The matter is obviously over, I don't know why I still receive such a report Seal the damn invitation."

"Then how did you receive it?"

"Yesterday morning, I asked my wife to buy me a newspaper. When I opened it, there were newspapers in it. I didn't sleep all night, and the only person I could think of was Jeffrey."

"Why didn't you report it to the Police Department?"

Monta took a sip of coffee, "They're useless, they couldn't find Alex at the beginning. Besides, I just received such an invitation letter, and no one has disappeared yet. They won't talk to me, they just would think it was a prank."

Al was thoughtful. The police department asked the old man to keep it secret, so it is probably not a simple murder case.

"The only survivor was your son's wife. Do you know where she is now? She is someone who has experienced that. Don't you want to ask her?"

Monta has always been very cooperative, but only when he heard that he was asked to find Irene, he looked a little disgusted and became angry.

"No, I won't go to her! After Alex died, she didn't even want her children, and she cut off relations with us. She hasn't seen me and my wife, or her, for a year. child!"

The author has something to say:

It seems that the boss can't appear in the text name, so he can only change the name blindly and cover his face~