The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 305 Aging and Illness
In the dilapidated office, the outdated Carrier air conditioner hummed, like a patient suffering from tuberculosis for many years, choking out a few mouthfuls of weak warmth from his throat, driving away the dampness and cold better than nothing.

He picked up the pen with a thin hand, stared at it for a long time, then found the correct location and drew an ink dot on the map.

"It should be right here." The old sheriff handed the map to the visitor on the opposite side, his tone full of nostalgia.

"The Hobwin Manor Hotel was built very early, probably...at the beginning of the last century? I heard people from my parents' generation talking about it. It was once quite famous in several nearby counties.

However, it seems that it failed to keep up with the times. The owner did not know how to publicize it, and the location was remote, so it gradually declined. Nowadays, basically few people know about it. It seems that it can barely survive by taking orders for nursing homes. With. "

He knocked on the old scar on his knee that was sore every cloudy day. "It is said that the hot spring dug inside has some recuperative effects. I will try it when I retire next year. Maybe it can relieve the pain caused by the shooting that year." of sequelae.

I will never forget the murderer’s hideous face. If it weren’t for his injuries, how could I have stayed in a rural town for the rest of my life..."

He was lamenting his life here, but the visitors at the table did not intend to spend half a day reminiscing about the past with an old police officer.

"Thank you for your help, um...and the coffee. I'll take my leave now." The handsome Asian young man put down his cup, shook hands politely and left.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, as if he remembered something, and smiled at the old sheriff who stood up to see him off.

"What am I doing standing at the door?"

The scorched yellow leaves swirled across the blue-gray eaves.

On the far corner of the street, the shadow of a car passed quietly.

How did you know the manor was closing?

"It's really strange. It rained this time and I didn't feel anything about the gunshot wound..."

The old police officer tilted his head in confusion, and was about to ask, when in the lingering sound, a little cyan light and shadow suddenly appeared, like flowers blooming in layers, quickly flooding his field of vision.

……

Easily erasing the memory of a mysterious young FBI visit, Zhu Mingyao gave a small gift as a reward. Although aging and illness are unavoidable, there are always ways to reverse them. This is the human pursuit of extraordinary power. one of the most important reasons.

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"I would like to make a personal suggestion. Poorly run hotels and the like usually have hidden [hygiene] problems. It is best not to go there, let alone where..." He said calmly: "It will close down soon."

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind mixed with water vapor penetrated his neck, waking him up from his trance.

After all, the purpose of this action is to find clues rather than to kill. It must be planned carefully to achieve the goal without being discovered by the ogre leader in the circus.

Since the target has been rooted in the local area for hundreds of years and still exists safely, it is likely that there will be some bribed minions and spies. In order not to alert the snake, it is better to go secretly.

He scratched the gray hair on top of his head, raised his collar and returned to the house in confusion.

This two-story building nestled among dense forest hills has a rather old style, and it can be seen at a glance that it is quite old.

The small fountain in the courtyard has long since dried up, the garden is roughly manicured, and the originally neat stone floor tiles are also pitted. It is obvious that the economic situation of the operator is poor and the various facilities are in lack of repair.

Only the signature items are well maintained. Pieces of pale and loose skin swayed gently and pushed away from the water. The clear and warm swimming pool billowed with wisps of cotton-like heat, rising and floating, and then dissipated in the autumn wind.

It's really ugly...that's probably what a drowned corpse looks like.

The two red lips that are no longer full sip lightly from the straw, and the colorful cocktail flows into the throat, sipping the wonderful taste of raspberry jam and brandy. The woman looks at the scene in front of her coldly, with contempt and sadness in her eyes. , he sneered silently in his heart.

Not only for "companions", but also for myself.

Touching the criss-crossed wrinkles on her face, the rough texture that was still difficult to cover up even though expensive cosmetics tried her best came back to her, making her almost have a crazy urge to tear off the entire face.

"Mrs. Tracy, come down together. It's most comfortable to enjoy the hot springs when it's cold." A few old men with goose-skinned and gray-haired faces opened their dry mouths, lying on the edge of the pool made of dark green basalt, and greeted them cordially.

"I'm sorry, I have something else to do, you can go ahead and play." Even though she is nearly 10 years old, the woman is still graceful.

"Well, it seems our 'big beauty' has no interest in playing around... huh? Who is farting!"

"I... I had surgery on my stomach."

At the end of life, for the gentlemen of the past, manners were useless.

The woman's eyes twitched, and she tried hard to keep her expression calm and elegant. She wrapped herself in a soft and warm cashmere bath towel and walked towards the dressing room, leaving all her old ugliness behind.

"This is why I would rather give up everything to get rid of this miserable situation!" She said to herself in a mosquito-like voice, with a mixture of cruelty and determination in her eyes.

I dressed up carefully in the bedroom, put on my favorite sky blue flannel dress and lambskin boots, put on simple and light makeup, and took a selfie in the mirror. Tracy picked up a prepared kraft paper document bag, quietly dodged her nursing home companions, and got into a corner staff room.

On the dusty board wall next to the innermost closet, after a few long and short knocks in accordance with the established rhythm, a hidden secret door slid open silently, and a figure in a waiter's uniform stood behind, stretching out his hand. Act as a guide.

The woman's heart shook violently. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was startled by the appearance of the guide.

If you look closely, you can vaguely tell that this is a waiter in a hot spring hotel. The original rough face seems to have lost some disguise. The jaw protrudes and the canines are exposed, becoming more twisted and vicious.

"Please come with me."

After uttering a few stiff words indifferently, the weird waiter took the lead and walked down the spiral staircase.

Staring at the gradually blurring figure, Tracy took a deep breath, wiped out the momentary hesitation, and followed with firm steps.

The torches on the wall were not lit, but surprisingly, the light was not too dim. Pieces of mercury glass mirrors embedded in specific positions, through repeated refraction, brought down the skylight from above and illuminated the place. Underground secret room.

As it gradually deepened, a faint and strange rancid smell floated in the air, as if there was a dead mouse hidden somewhere.

Passing through the masonry corridor, your eyes suddenly opened up, and a circular sunken space about ten meters in diameter and two meters deep came into view.

The space is surrounded by blue and white mosaic tiles, and several brass water outlets cast in the shape of sheep's heads are mottled with patina, which looks particularly primitive, like an abandoned bath.

And right in the center, a figure stood with arms crossed, obviously waiting for him for a long time.

(End of this chapter)