The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 9 Visitors Part

Mrs. Williams
  Female

66 years old

Member of this community committee, a good-tempered and warm-hearted old lady.

"It's just that sometimes I can be a little too enthusiastic."

Zhu Mingyao hugged the box that was stuffed into his arms, smelling the burnt aroma of the slightly over-roasted snacks, and smiled secretly in his stomach.

No matter what he was thinking in his heart, he still had to look happy and moved, and pulled the old lady into the room to sit down and pour some tea.

People always have good intentions, and the young man is not one of those ungrateful post-modern giant babies.

Probably because of his status as an orphan, this old lady who has been widowed for many years has some sympathy for others. In addition, the community committee has the obligation to visit women and children in the jurisdiction and protect their rights. Since he was adopted as an adopted child, After nominally staying at Zhang Shouzhong's house, the old lady came to visit him many times.

Later, in order to earn some karma point rewards, Zhu Mingyao went around looking for cats and dogs to help others. This also increased the favorability of the old men and women in the community. It was not the first time that he fed like this today. .

It's just that this craftsmanship is a bit... I don't know it, haven't you noticed that every time the baked snacks are a bit chewy?

While munching on the chocolate chip cookies that were as hard as ever, Zhu Mingyao secretly considered whether he should go to the Hualian Chamber of Commerce, find a familiar chef, and give the old lady a copy of the Chinese pastry recipe.

Maybe you can get her to change her mind?
  At least the glutinous rice cake will be over-steamed and turn into a puddle of mud at most, which is better than the stone-like biscuits now...

After chatting for a few words about their family, Mrs. Williams rubbed her hands and said the purpose of coming today with some embarrassment.

"You want an amulet?"

Zhu Mingyao sat up straight and asked with interest.

"Is there something strange happening at home? If so, I can go and have a look. You have been taking care of me for so long, so please don't be polite."

"That's not the case." Mrs. Williams waved her hand quickly.

"It's for my son. He's going on a mission. I heard some bad rumors about that place, so I wanted to give it to him...well, you know."

"I understand." Zhu Mingyao nodded suddenly, worried about his mother after traveling thousands of miles.

As for people coming to ask for talismans, it's normal. Zhang Shouzhong has lived in this neighborhood for more than thirty years. Over time, even if he doesn't like to show off his appearance, the old neighbors know that he has some extraordinary methods.

In this world, extraordinary power manifests itself, and folk mysterious culture flourishes. Although ordinary people do not know much about it, their acceptance of related things is still quite high.

In particular, less than half of the residents in this area are Asians, and they have always been exposed to it, but many white people have learned to ask people to do feng shui when moving, and burn ancestor money on the anniversary of the death of relatives and friends.

No matter where they are, the folk customs of Lower Riba people always spread much faster than the elegant music of Yangchunbaixue. Didn’t you see that in the previous life, an online literature industry had a better external publicity effect than dozens of Confucius Institutes?

He stood up, opened the counter drawer and fiddled with it while casually chatting with the old lady.

"It's for your son, Mr. William. Doesn't he work in a juvenile reformatory? When will he need to go out for work?"

Zhu Mingyao also knew about the situation in the old lady's family. Her son William was originally a policeman. Unfortunately, he was injured on the job a few years ago and lost one of his left hands. Therefore, he was transferred to a reformatory for juvenile offenders, where the work was easier, as a prison guard. Due to physical reasons, his superiors generally would not let him go on any field trips.

"Just watching a few children who made mistakes participate in charity activities and perform social labor is not a tiring job, but the place I went to made me feel a little nervous..."

Mrs. Williams frowned and talked.

"You young people have probably never heard of the Brankwell Hotel in Gabriel Town, right? It should be said that not many people here in Los Angeles have heard of it. People in big cities are like this, they only care about things around them.

Those of us who moved here from there may still remember..."

"The hotel is in the west of the Golden State, close to Nevada. Because it is very close to the highway to the casino, it was prosperous for a while by doing business with passing tourists. Then suddenly a fire broke out and he died. There were so few people, and the result was that it declined. When the new highway was built, the hotel and the town were completely abandoned along with the old highway..."

Having said this, she pursed her lips and said softly:

"There are rumors that it's...haunted."

The old lady didn't notice that as she spoke, the young man opposite had a thoughtful look on his face from just now.     This description... I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before?
  Zhu Mingyao kept moving his hands, folding the two yellow evil-proofing charms he took out into a triangle, thinking hard in his heart.

He was about to hand over the talisman when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he suddenly opened his mouth and asked:

"I'm sorry, I have a very rude question. I hope you won't blame me - was Mr. William's hand injured when he arrested a very tall perverted murderer?"

"How do you know? I've never told anyone else."

Mrs. Williams was stunned when she heard this and asked in surprise.

……

"Dear child, it's not that I don't believe you, but are you sure they will be in danger?"

Mrs. Williams asked breathlessly in the dim light of dusk.

At this time, an old man and a young man were walking quickly towards the old lady's house.

"If you are right!" Zhu Mingyao said with certainty.

A murderer who escaped, a former police officer who had his left hand chopped off, a young criminal who went to an abandoned hotel to perform social labor.

This is clearly the plot of that horror movie "See No Evil"!

Since I don't like this kind of plasma tablets very much, I only saw the commentary clips on the Internet in my previous life, so I couldn't remember it for a while.

He stole a glance at the old lady next to him, and the speed of his feet increased a little.

According to the original plot, the escaped murderer was lurking in that hotel, waiting for his prey to come to his door. If he arrived too late, the old lady would be afraid that the white-haired man would send the black-haired man away!

But when the two rushed home, only a note was left in the empty house.

"William said they set off two hours early..." The old lady held the note in her hands, her voice trembling. Looking at Zhu Mingyao's serious expression, she began to panic a little.

"Does Mr. William have a mobile phone on him?"

"No." The old lady trembled and shook her head.

"Don't worry, I'll go home and drive after you now!" Zhu Mingyao said a word, turned around and rushed out.

He knew very well what it would mean to a dying old widow if something happened to her only son!
  These are two lives!

Zhu Mingyao ran quickly on the street. At this moment, he missed the era when mobile phones were popularized by all people. If everyone had a mobile phone, they would be in such a dilemma of not being able to find anyone.

"呲嚓——"

A harsh brake sound interrupted his thoughts.

"boarding!"

The young man looked up and saw the old lady driving an old Ford car parked in front and waving to him frantically.

"Oh! Please stop causing trouble, it's very dangerous there!" Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but stamp his feet.

The next moment, the elderly woman pulled out a big, black and thick Remington from the back seat and shook it at Zhu Mingyao.

The old lady had a determined look on her face, like a warrior about to embark on the battlefield.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word:

"The mother is everything to the child! The child is everything to the mother!"

"boarding!"

(End of this chapter)