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Mitya came and wiped the table and refilled the old man with a glass of wine.He asked casually, "What happened?"

"Oh...it's nothing, it's nothing. You go do your business." The old man waved his hand and sent his grandson away.

Julian saw that no one was paying attention to them before speaking again. "Looking at your reaction, there should be something important."

"It's nothing..." the old man said anxiously.

"No, I can see it, there must be something wrong. Your reactions are too strange."

"... Who else did you tell?"

"Balfin and Dr. Hostatova, the front desk manager at the Cedar Hill Inn, though I didn't go into details with them."

"Ah, in this case..." The old man pinched the glass with his fingers as if he was about to break it, "I can tell you, but don't think I will tell you anything. You are a foreigner, and I won't talk to you." you said……"

"Because I'm a stranger?" Julian interrupted.

"Yes." The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, as if there was a beam of flame, but it went out in an instant, "You should know nothing, just like those tourists who come here to ski. But, I want to tell you now Say my opinion, my advice to you."

"I don't need advice."

"Listen to me. You make up your own mind after I've finished." Father Colevan thought for a long time, and finally said: "There is one thing I don't understand. This valley is shrouded in ominousness. I don't know the specifics, but I can feel that there is a black magic to this place - maybe it's white - I can't tell. It's like an ancient ghost that came out of the depths of the earth and sprinkled misfortune and sorrow here. I don't know exactly Yes, but we all feel it here. Do you know what I mean? This place is cursed, you better get out of here as soon as possible, and don't stay any longer. If you're going to stay here, lock yourself up in a hotel and don't come out .Either you act like nothing happened, or you think about death and God. Listen to me, get out of here."

Walking from Papa Collivan's Four Calendar Tavern to his hotel room, Julian kept thinking about the old man's words.At that time, he really wanted to ask what he meant, but the old man almost drove him out of the tavern.What are they afraid of?curse?Julian thought of the story of the white lion he once knew from skiers, and the mysterious guy he dreamed of the night before was an albino, and he couldn't help connecting the two things.White lion, albino, is there any connection between the two?Then he laughed to himself.There is indeed a connection, that is, they are both white.

Julian opened the window of his hotel room and looked out.This night the moonlight was bright and clear, shining white on the snow, and the rugged mountains in the distance showed only a black silhouette, like the scenery on the moon.The trees on the mountain were as dry as the surface of the moon.If you look at the silhouette of the mountain instead of the houses below, it feels like there is no air.The shaded places are black without layers, and the open places are white without color.

But just a little further down, you can see the light of the church, where there are many lights installed, and it is very beautifully lit at night.Looking from the snow-covered roof, you can see the chain and the carved eight-terminal cross, and above the cross, there is a triangle, which is the golden constellation Auriga and Capella.He looked at the cross for a while, then at the other stars, the fresh cold night air blowing in evenly from outside.He took a deep breath, and at the same time, images and past events kept popping up in his mind, and he chased them like he was in a dream... He thought of Lidi again, and couldn't help shivering.

This is not a good sign.Julian was going to take a sleeping pill and go to bed, but stopped when he picked it up and put it in his mouth.He had thought of Liddy the day before, and had met that person.Today he thought of Lidi again, so tonight, will he meet him again?He puts down the pill.He wanted to meet the man, he wanted to know what all these secrets were about.Julian intuitively felt that everything in this town had something to do with that strange albino.In order to see him, Julian can endure the pain caused by Liddy's presence in his heart.

He turned on the TV, randomly dialed to a channel, and began to watch TV hard.He did this to keep himself from falling asleep.The last adventure was in the early morning, so this time it must not be much earlier, he can't fall asleep.Eastern European TV stations are shabby and terrible. An announcer with a strange expression is reporting tonight's program; several actors with exaggerated makeup are performing TV dramas in front of distorted sets, and what they are talking about Julian did not understand; It's an announcer with a weird expression.

Julian couldn't bear it any longer. He pressed the remote control indiscriminately, and found BBC One, so he started to watch the news.The beer and whiskey he drank in the Four Calendar Tavern began to take effect gradually, and he felt more and more dizzy. His eyes only saw some flashing color blocks constantly swimming, and his ears only heard a series of buzzing waves like electromagnetic waves sent by aliens. Voice.His eyelids slowly closed...

Suddenly, Julian kept waving his hands and shaking his head. With a sound of "ah", he woke up and found that he had fallen asleep while sitting up.He wiped the drool from his mouth, pressed his forehead, and then suddenly found that the clock pointed to more than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. "Nearly overslept..." Julian muttered.He put on his coat, barefooted to prevent him from making noise, quietly opened the door of his room, stood there, and stared at the extremely mysterious room c307 to him.

The big clock in the hallway was ticking, but otherwise everything was silent.As it got closer to one o'clock in the morning, Julian felt his heart beating faster.

It's one o'clock.Everything was as usual, no light, no sound.

The clock keeps going, 10 minutes, 10 minutes two, 10 minutes four, nothing happens.

Then two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock.

Julian was still standing there, but already a little impatient.His energy was fading rapidly, and he could hardly stand up.

At five o'clock, he suddenly heard some sounds, very subtle, like the sound of running water.He was about to rush out when he realized it was the sound of early risers flushing the toilet.Julian cursed.

At six o'clock, he couldn't hold on any longer, closed the door, and fell on the bed. The room was immediately filled with snoring.

The Four Calendar Tavern officially opens at noon every day. There are not many customers at this time. Occasionally, some people come here to drink some wine and eat a bowl of special chili con carne for lunch.At this time, Papa Collivan would sit behind the counter and clean up the account books, leaving all the work of entertaining guests to Mijia.Dad was concentrating on calculating an account that was a little wrong yesterday, when suddenly the door creaked, and then a gust of cold wind blew in.According to the habit, Father Collivan would always look up at the people who came in, but this didn't matter, and he was startled.Isn't it Julian Raymond who was walking towards the counter last night?But why is he sleepy.

The old man pulled his face and asked unhappily: "Why are you still here? Mr. Scotland."

"Hey——" Julian sighed and sat on the high chair in front of the counter, leaning on the pine boards of the counter with his elbows, and said, "Don't you welcome me?"

"I told you all I had to say yesterday."

"Oh. Thank you, then. But I like it here, and I'm going to live here." Julian squinted at the old man, with a provocative look in his eyes.Collivan didn't look at him, and continued to calculate the accounts by himself, but he said in his mouth: "Of course you have the right to stay, you have nothing to say. Everyone is unwilling to interfere with their own behavior, so they listen If you don’t listen to other people’s advice, he won’t remember until something happens, but by then it’s too late.”

"Hearing you say that...like something is going to happen to me?"

"No, no," said Father Colleven, shaking his head. "Maybe you're right, and nothing happens, and that's the best. Have something to drink?"

"Ah..." Julian rubbed his temples, "I didn't sleep well last night, I want something refreshing."

"I have a bottle of 20-year-old Jamaican rum. It's very fragrant. Would you like to try it?"

Julian pouted. "Will you pass out?"

"It's strong, better than whiskey. As for whether you're drunk or not...it depends on whether you want to be drunk. Some people drink for the comfort of their mouths, some for making friends while drinking, and some just for drinking. Get drunk."

Julian got up suddenly, stared into the eyes of Father Collivan, and said, "You are testing me."

The old man laughed and made a series of hearty voices, "Young man! Do you want to drink it or not? It's not easy to take out my bottle of wine!"

"Hey! No problem! Come on!" Julian slapped the counter.

Collivan turned and called to Micah, "Give Mr Scotch a shot of my bottle!"

At this time, the attention of the rest of the people in the tavern was attracted by them. They laughed, looked at Julian, and said something in a dialect he couldn't understand.

The little glass of wine was amber and dark in colour.Julian picked it up and smelled it, then drank it in one gulp.He choked.The sweet and strong alcohol went straight to the nose.The room seemed to tilt, then straighten again.

"How is it? Is it a good bar?" Collivan looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, it's good wine...Damn it! I don't think my tongue is mine anymore!" said Julian, resting his head on his elbow.

"It's normal. The tongue is not obeying, the room is spinning, and the stomach is full of words. Seriously, this wine can strengthen a person's courage, once you drink it-you will not be afraid of anything!"

Julian felt his voice change.Although my head didn't hurt anymore, I started to feel dizzy.He ordered another glass of beer, and he felt better after drinking it.

The door of the tavern opened again, and a man walked in, and as soon as he saw the bottle of twenty-year-old Jamaican rum on the counter, he yelled, "I say, Daddy Coliving, you're making fun of it again!"