horror effect

In the morning, the faint brilliance of the sun shot out from the gray-white clouds, and a layer of mist floated in the unfrozen stream, covering the silent valley, and the branches of trees next to the stream were covered with rime.It's another cold day.The sun continued to rise, and a ray of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains into the room, passed through the floor and the bed, and cast zigzag shadows.The light hit Julian's face, he raised his hand to block it, and continued to sleep.After a while, the light passed, he moved his fingers, and opened his eyes a little tremblingly.

He is in his room.

Julian breathed a sigh of relief immediately, turned over, and lay on his back on the bed with his limbs wide open.This should have been an ordinary morning, but for Julian, the word ordinary contained a special sense of happiness.How much he wished that everything was normal, that nothing would change, that nothing was out of the ordinary.Everything from last night is still vivid, but when the sun lights up the room and the car horn sounds outside the window, those horrible experiences seem to have become a distant dream.It was just a dream.he said to himself.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning. After a brief wash, Julian tied his hair behind his ears, took his wallet, and was about to go to the restaurant for breakfast.As he stepped into the corridor, the memory of last night crept up from his heels.He looked at the right side, which led to the main staircase of the hotel; and the third door on the left was the fear vortex he stepped into last night.He stood still and hesitated for a long time, then started to walk to the left.

The door was closed, like the others, without the gleam that had been seen in the night.Julian pulled the handle hard and found it was locked.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Martha's voice came from the other end of the corridor.She took the vacuum cleaner and just turned into the corridor on this side.Julian immediately withdrew his hand from the doorknob.

"Oh, it's nothing. Well, Martha, I wonder if you could tell me who lives in this room?" He pointed to the door that seemed to him to be a strange door to another world. .

"That room? No one lives there."

"No one?" Julian felt a little strange.It's not normal for a hotel to leave a good room empty.

"Oh, there's the storage room."

"Is this a storage room? What a pity."

Martha shrugged and said, "We think so too. We even proposed to go in and do the cleaning and then do the guest room. But the boss disagreed, and he even forbade us from entering this room."

"Oh?" This caught Julian's attention, "So, none of you have ever gone in?"

"Yes, only the boss has the key to this room, and he never seems to come here. Why, are you interested in this room?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I found that there is only the sound of no one entering or leaving this room."

"Then you are really careful."

Martha smiled, plugged in the vacuum cleaner, and began sweeping the hallway.Julian went down the hallway on the other side.

There must be some secret hidden in that room, otherwise it would not be protected like this.But what could be hidden there?And last night, why was he able to go in?

Thinking of this, Julian came to the lobby of the hotel.A lot of guests were checking in, obviously because of the heavy snow, business here suddenly picked up.There are several young waiters standing at the registration desk at the front desk, busy receiving guests.Julian went up and said he wanted to see the owner of the hotel.The young girl obviously thought he was trying to trouble the hotel, and nervously told him that the general manager was away and that he could see the front desk manager.So, Julian met Balfin.

"You want to enter room C307?" The front desk manager was obviously taken aback by this request, but he kept his demeanor well and said calmly, "This is not allowed. We have a rule that guests are not allowed to enter other rooms at will. "

"But that's not the guest room. I heard Martha say it's just a storage room."

"Then you have no reason to go in. Besides, you can't produce any evidence that you should go in."

"What if there was a murder in there?" Julian leaned forward, staring at Balfin.

"What are you talking about. Our hotel has always been very clean. I think you are sick with fever."

"So you're sure you won't let me in?"

"Mr. Julian Raymond, you don't have a good reason to go in, and I don't have the key to that room. If you insist on going in, the general manager, Mr. Herbert Wernstein, will be back the day after tomorrow, and the key He is the only one with him, you can go to him."

Now that it has reached this level, it is not easy for Julian to get angry at him.He nodded politely and exited the office.But he thought in his heart that Balfin must be deceiving himself, making up a lie about the absence of the general manager in order to stop him.

As soon as he walked out, one of Balfin's eyebrows raised.The front desk manager shook his head helplessly, and then made a phone call.

The breakfast at the Cedar Hill Inn is a buffet style, and many people are picking up their plates.Julian accidentally found Dr. Hostatova in the line, and he was wondering why she came here instead of seeing a doctor at the infirmary, when he suddenly realized that it was Saturday.Immediately he hastily took the tray and ran to the doctor.

"How did you come here for breakfast today?" he asked.

"Oh, it's you." The female doctor glanced at him and said, "The dishes here are good, and it's really troublesome for me to cook at home alone. Judging by your complexion, you should be in good health."

"Of course. May I invite you to dinner?" He looked at her expectantly.

"Yes." She picked up two croissants, looked at Julian and said, "Thank you."

The two of them ate at the window seat, and most of the time, Julian was talking and the doctor was listening.At first he talked about insignificant things, and then he talked about what happened last night.Of course, Julian didn't tell all the details, but just picked the key points to tell her.

After listening to Julian's narration, Hostatova held her cheek and thought for a long time, and finally said: "The soul itself is absurd. When a person sleeps, his soul is drifting. I think everything you said It's all a dream."

"You don't believe it? But let me tell you, that room is not a guest room, but a storage room. Only the innkeeper Wohnstein can open that door. Don't you think all this is suspicious?"

"Julian, as far as I know Wernstein, he is a humble and cautious person, and hiding a secret room is not something he does."

"Oh, yes. How well do you know him? Doesn't he seem to be native?"

The doctor's expression turned serious.She said, "Wornstein and I are friends, and I trust him as a person. On the contrary, you, when you first came to this town, became suspicious. You are not a policeman and have no right to investigate us."

Julian shrugged and looked out the window at the snow.After a while, he spoke. "I always feel like there's something secret about this place. I don't like mystery. I'm a person who walks the road in broad daylight. I hate unpredictable things. I'm sorry, you will not like it, but I am Think of it this way. If everyone around you is hiding something, you won't be very comfortable."

"But...you should also know that sometimes, one has to hide something."

When she said this, her voice became very soft, and her eyes were fixed on the bushes with intertwined branches outside the window.A trace of melancholy appeared on her originally tough face, which surprised Julian.Although this melancholy expression was short, it made the female doctor show a kind of fragile tenderness.

Before breakfast was over, Julian hoped that the doctor would arrange an interview with Mrs. Breumontrose, so that he could thank the benefactor who had saved his life.She readily agreed.

After returning to the room, Julian called the editorial department and said that he would stay here for a while.He wanted to stay here until the secret was revealed. He wanted to know who could pry into the deepest part of his heart and dig out his most painful memories, and what was the purpose of that person torturing him.Although he foresees that he will face more fear, pain and even danger, he is not afraid of anything, on the contrary, he even wants these things.

Take two parts of quicklime and one part of sulfur, and boil it in water four times its weight until it turns red.Filter, and filter repeatedly, until it turns red.Then pour all the water juice together and heat until it is reduced by half, then it can be used.May Allah bless you with success.

——Abu Bakr Muhammad ibn Shakaria al-Razi, "The Secret of the Secret"

Mrs. Materina Breumontrose was making preparations for the afternoon visit of Julian Raymond.

She first wiped the entire floor; then she wiped and waxed the surfaces of the furniture in the living room; then she tidied up the bookshelves and moved the books that she thought would reflect the taste of the owner to the most obvious position; In the end, she seemed to think that these were not enough, and she placed the vase brought back from Egypt that had been dusty in the basement for a long time in the center of the living room, but there were no flowers this season, so she replaced it with a few dried flowers and placed a gardening book The shape described above.

She was busy in the house, opening here for a while, and removing that thing for a while.Sitting by the window and basking in the sun

Mr. Fedot Breumetrost, who was reading a book, was flustered for a while, and from time to time he would look at his wife through the tortoiseshell rimmed glasses, showing a lot of helplessness in his eyes.

"Ah, dear Materina." Mr. Brymontrose couldn't bear it, and opened his mouth.

"Huh? What's the matter, dear? Are you having trouble with your temples again?"

"No. I want to say, don't you think that Egyptian style vase is really not suitable for our living room?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Breumontrose took two steps back, stared at the vase left and right, and finally announced:

"Who said that. I don't think it fits our living room any better. Don't tell me you don't like it?" She stared at him with wide eyes.

"Why! My dear, I didn't say that. You wronged me."

After Mr. Brymontrost answered this sentence, he lost himself in his book again.Years of life experience told him that when his wife thinks something is reasonable, he must not have a confrontation with her, otherwise he will probably be forced to listen to her nagging every night before going to bed for a week. nagging.If he is dissatisfied with something, the best thing to do is to carefully remove it after the wife's enthusiasm has passed.In fact, the reason the Egyptian vase had been sitting in the basement for so long was because of his little trick, and Mrs. Brymontrost never seemed to notice it.

"Oh, I think the living room has become much more elegant under my fiddling." She said with her hips akimbo, "You have to understand, my dear, that we are going to have a reporter from London, and he must have a good eye. , I must have contempt for a small mountain town like us. As for me, as the wife of the president of the small town bank, I have the responsibility to make a good impression on him."

"I didn't know you had such a noble duty. But you are his savior, and he will never complain to you."

"Don't forget that he is a reporter, a reporter. If he writes bad things about our town in magazines or newspapers, how can I have the face to go to England in the future."

Mr. Brymontrose shrugged his shoulders, covered his face with his book, and muttered, "You'll go to England anyway."

"what are you saying?!"

"Gah? You heard it wrong, I'm just reading."

"...That's good. I'm going to the kitchen to make some snacks, and you remember to change into that rusty red sweater later. Ah, and if you see Stephen, tell him to throw away that ragged sweater, Put on a clean shirt. Oh, actually, what I'm most worried about is him, this disobedient boy, who will embarrass me..."

Mrs. Brumontrose went into the kitchen, muttering incessantly.Finally freed from her nagging, Mr. put down his book and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fedot Breumerost was 50 years old at the time. He moved here eight years ago. He has a square head, a square face, and a square mouth. Everything about him is square and big, which fits a bank. long looks.He had been a handsome fellow when he married his wife Materina, who was also a pretty and gentle young woman.After so many years together, with a son and a happy life, Materina, like most women, developed a controlling husband and nagging problem in middle age.But Mr. Brewmontrose is a good tempered man, he doesn't want to quarrel with his wife, in fact, his favorite thing to do is to stimulate her a little, and then hide to watch her ridiculous and stupid reaction.

While he was thinking so happily, a clanging sound on the stairs interrupted his thoughts.He raised his head, and saw a life-sized glass skull decoration rolling down the stairs, followed by a young man who jumped out with a few strides, before the glass ball fell down the last step and Catch it before it shatters on the spot.

"Oh, my God!" cried Mr. Brymontrose. "Stephen! What are you doing! How can that thing let it run about!"

"It's not that I let him run around, you know, it just fell down by accident." The young man held the glass skull in his arms and walked upstairs again.

"Stephen!" cried the father again. "Your mother told you to change out of your tracksuit."

"Why? Just because we're going to receive a guest from England?" He intentionally bit the word 'British' very hard.

"This is your mother's idea. It has nothing to do with me. Of course you don't have to change it, but you must know her temper better than me."

"Oh... ok. I'll change it. I'll check the bookshelves after a while to see if she put those messy fashion magazines in the center again..."

Such was the rambunctious manner of Sunday noon in the Brymontrose family.