Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 972 "Marine City Hall"

  Below we found a group of brightly-dressed people, walking slowly and moving in circles.

  They cried and cried, their faces tired and absent, they were dressed in long robes with their hoods drooping, covering their eyes.

  The style of the robe seems to be made for the monks of the Cluny monastery.

  The outside of the robe is gilded, and the golden light is dazzling.

  But it's all covered with lead.

  We still turned to the left, marching with them, listening to their miserable crying.

  ——Dante's "Divine Comedy: Hell"

  In 1933, James Hilton described Shangri-La, a place of eternal peace and tranquility in the mountains and mountains of the East, in his novel The Lost Horizon.

There are sacred snow-capped mountains, deep canyons, dancing waterfalls, tranquil lakes surrounded by forests, flocks of cattle and sheep roaming on the beautiful grasslands, the sky as clear as a mirror, magnificent temples, and pure and hospitable originals. Residents.

  Shangri-La was later referred to as a paradise on earth, and a five-star chain hotel was named after it.

  Mandala means "comfortable" in Buddhist scriptures. It is one of the four auspicious flowers in Buddhism. According to legend, it only blooms in the Paradise of Paradise. It caused a sensation when Jung introduced the concept of mandala to the West.

  Hollywood was in the "golden age" in the 1930s, luxury and false prosperity enveloped the streets of Los Angeles, and the Mandala Hotel also rose up at this time.

  Crystal chandeliers, stained glass, and exotic carpets, it used to be an avant-garde place for fashionable celebrities.

  But with the fall of the Great Depression and the bubble economy, the Mandala Hotel also began to run down. In front of the hotel’s gate is a large parking lot that can accommodate a huge motorcade. It can be seen that the hotel’s scenery is grand, but at this time there are a few cars parked in the parking lot. The street lights provided by the municipal government are the only light in the parking lot. There are obviously no cameras and no guards in the parking lot. No wonder no one wants to park the car here.

  "Is it satisfied? Mr. Mills?" the hotel manager asked politely.

"Very good." Mills looked at this room. It was not a "honeymoon suite", but a very ordinary double room with two single beds side by side, covered with soft and clean sheets, and no roomy. Windows, like many American houses of that era, the glass windows are pushed up and down, and it is difficult to jump out of it unless it is deliberately used.

  "We are a little far away from the sea, but the people who live in this room said they saw the sea, and there were waves at night."

  Perhaps because Mills made an appointment through the church, or because the manager was eager to spread the haunted reputation of this dying hotel, he immediately began to talk to Mills about the situation.

  For spiritual lovers, this hotel is like a treasure. Jumping, hanging, committing suicide by swallowing a gun, sleeping pills, overdose of drugs, all kinds of suicide can be found here.

  There was a murder in the hotel two years ago, or it is suspected that it happened here, because the body was found in the water tank on the top floor of the hotel, and the deceased was still a guest of the hotel, but the police did not find the crime scene.

The only evidence is the weird behavior of the deceased in the elevator before his death. This broken hotel does not even have a camera in the corridor. There is only one in the elevator, and there is no sound. Some people suspect that the suspect is outside the elevator, but it is a blind spot for surveillance. There is no way to see it.

   "So, instead of jumping off the building, he'jumped into the sea'?" Mills asked.

   "I can't say that."

   "Why don't you add a protective net when something goes wrong?"

   "I can't say that."

   "Then I have nothing to ask, did my luggage come in?" Mills asked instead.

   "It's already in the cloakroom."

"I'll call you if I have something to do. This is the phone number of the reception desk, right?" Mills picked up a small card on the desk, and it was placed next to an antique dial dial phone. It was very well made. Exquisite, seems to be used by the upper class in the 1930s.

  "Are you sure you are alone?" the hotel manager asked uneasy.

  Mills pulled out a cross from his neck for a while.

   "If he can't help me, it's useless if you come." Mills said with a smile.

   "Well, since you said that." The hotel manager was about to leave, hesitated at the door, and stopped again.

  "The last person stayed here for two nights. How long do you plan to stay in this room?"

   "Until I found out the results of the investigation." Mills said.

"Be careful, Inspector, I originally planned to seal this room, but the priest of the diocese said it's better not to do that. Ghosts can go to the next room to make trouble. I just want to run the hotel well and make my colleagues look at me by improving the quality of service. , Not a supernatural event."

  Mills remembered that old Zhuhuang’s front desk, and expressed his infinite sympathy for the manager’s ambition.

When the door of the room closed, Mills felt tight. The hotel floor was covered with a gray carpet. There was no sound when stepping on it. Mills did not rush to unpack the luggage, but went straight to the minibar and opened the inside. mini fridge.

   "Damn, there's nothing!" Mills complained. There is a hot water bottle on the bar, which can boil hot water to make tea, but the free tea bag looks crude, and he has no interest at all.

  So he had to go to the cloakroom and take out his luggage.

It was just behind the wall near the head of the bed. It was huge inside, almost a walk-in closet. As soon as he walked in, he smelled a strong fragrance, which is in harmony with the "fresh and natural nature" in the toilet. "The lemon smell" is different, but it reminds him of places like temples, and at the same time it mixes with a different smell.

  "The hotel manager asked the monk to do the ritual?" He cursed his eyebrows and murmured, "It seems that as long as it is effective, it must be used regardless of the background."

  After speaking, he took out his travel bag and put it on the bed where he did not intend to sleep. After taking out the change of clothes, he put the black folder on the snow-white bed sheet.

  It is impossible for this kind of hotel to have a computer. Laptops are easily remembered by thieves. What's more, the information on the computer cannot be printed out immediately. Sometimes the Vatican still uses typewriters and hand-copied paper documents to organize and archive.

  It is the old priests who are in charge of hearing the dossier. It is torture for them to look at the electronic display with reading glasses. Generally speaking, the priest writes well, but Mills still intends to type with a typewriter.

  There is one in the desk drawer. After taking off his jacket, Mills took the black folder to the side of the desk and typed with that old typewriter.

  It is said that this kind of mechanical product is more reliable than electronic products in the event of a supernatural event.

  The average person has 32 teeth, while the Rosary rosary has 59 beads. If a bead in the necklace worn by Angela Warren is a human tooth, then the rosary is not just a person’s tooth.

  Mills wanted to record these findings, and the rhythmic sound of the typewriter soon sounded in the empty hotel room, although Trish complained that it sounded like noise.

  "Do you know about the diamond necklace scandal before the French Revolution?" Tracy sat on the carpet in the study, packing her luggage while chatting with Mills.

   "I don't know, what is it?" Mills said absently.

"There are rumors that Marie Antoinette was involved in defrauding a very expensive diamond necklace from the royal jeweler. Hugo described it as wearing it only on the neck of a horse. It is extremely expensive to make. There are more than 3,000 large and small diamond necklaces inlaid. A gem. The jeweler had planned to sell it to the Queen of Spain and some other nobles, but they all failed..." Trish was still chattering, Mills’s attention was no longer on her.

"In order to gain the Queen’s favor, the Archbishop listened to the news of the former British princess and later countess and personal maid Jeanne de Varol. The queen liked the necklace very much, so he bought it in installments. The necklace was handed over to Jeanna, but instead of giving it to the queen, Jeanna kept it by herself, split it up, and sold it on the black market. The cardinal was heavily in debt due to her extravagant life. Can collect this huge sum of money in time. The jeweller who could not collect the money went directly to the Queen Marie Antoinette to complain. This shocking scam was unveiled, and the reputation of the royal family was disgraced, and it was crushing France. The last straw for the king."

  Mills looked at Trish, "What happened to that female liar?"

   "She was whipped, branded on her body and sentenced to life imprisonment, but then she escaped from prison and went to England and wrote a memoir."

   "She's so lucky."

   "Unlucky for Mary, she was beheaded." Trish said sadly, "The queen is a victim in this matter, and she knows nothing."

  Mills felt a white light flashed in front of him, and when he saw what was in front of him again, he suddenly screamed in fright.

  It was a courier box, the sealing tape was cut open by a dagger, and he dropped it to the ground in a hurry.

   With a "ding", the thing fell to the ground, and he was sweating coldly, and he glanced at it in shock.

  It was a typewriter, not a courier box. He had just seen it wrong.

  (End of this chapter)