Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 974 "Lucky Rabbit Foot"

  Mills rummaged through every corner of the room, including the mattress. As a result, the originally tidy room became messy, as if it had gone through looting.

   "Come out, you monster!" He shining a flashlight under the bed, biting his teeth and talking, but there was nothing but dust under the bed, so he could only get up in frustration and plan to continue searching in the room.

  As he stood upright, his key fell out of his pocket with a very fancy rabbit keychain on it.

That keychain originally did not belong to David. When Trish was young, he liked to read a British picture album. The protagonist of the picture album was a rabbit. The author buried a rabbit jewelry inlaid with gems somewhere. The clue is in the picture album. in.

  The jewelry was worth several thousand pounds, but it caused a sensation in the UK. People rushed to buy the album that was said to have clues, and even Americans participated in the treasure hunt.

Most people didn’t find it. On the contrary, someone saw the business opportunity and made exactly the same cheap jewellery for the distressed parents to coax the children to play. The sapphire was replaced by the blue tourmaline and the platinum became galvanized metal. It has faded in the ages, but Trish still likes it very much. According to her, rabbit legs can bring good luck.

  Mills picked it up and stroked the "sapphire" on it.

  Not long after, he heard the sound of "rusty" coming from the cloakroom. He followed the sound and looked at it, but he saw nothing.

   "Mr. Mills...Oh my God!" The waiter couldn't help calling out when he saw the room as if it had been looted by robbers.

   "Shhh."

  Mills motioned for him to silence, and then crept past.

He put his ear against the wall, and the sound seemed to be coming from the wall, so he knocked on the wooden board, most of the place was solid, just behind a wooden board made a "empty" sound, but he had to lift it up. A wooden board needs to be moved away from the safe.

   "Come and help." Mills said to the waiter.

   "We checked the safe, and it is empty."

   "I want to move the safe, I can't move it alone."

  So the two worked together to move the heavy old safe out.

  After the safe was moved out, Mills knocked on the cabinet again, and the "empty" sound became more pronounced, as if there was a secret door behind the cabinet.

  He tried to remove the plank, and a blue lizard ran away in panic.

  It’s really not a small lizard, it’s almost as big as a weasel, and if it’s a gecko, it can enter the Guinness Book of World Records.

  Mills took a flashlight into it. There was a tin box in the secret compartment. Because it was old and dusty, it looked very old, so he took it out carefully.

   "Be careful!" the waiter said.

   "I know." Mills said impatiently, and took out a pair of gloves from his jacket pocket. They had been picked up in the hospital before. After taking them, he took out the tin box.

   "When I was young, I liked eating biscuits of this brand." The waiter looked at it and said, "Who hid it in the wall?"

  Mills did not answer him.

  Selling biscuits is usually the first time a girl comes into contact with the business world. Every January, the American Girl Scouts wear uniforms to sell biscuits to friends and family.

  This kind of biscuits are usually packed in cartons, 25 cents to 30 cents per dozen, and Mills often eats these biscuits dipped in chocolate sauce.

  He opened the tin box carefully. There were a lot of coins in it. It looked like a kid had used it as a piggy bank.

  Mills pulled the silver coins at will, and finally found a silver box on the bottom floor.

  It is shell-shaped with a few Chinese characters on it, which looks very oriental.

  The box exudes a scent, the same as Mills smelled before. He tried to open the silver box, but found that it closed tightly, like a can of jam that couldn't be opened.

   "Need help?" the waiter asked.

  "No..." Mills said halfway through, and suddenly felt that there was a problem.

  He didn’t call the reception at all. How could this waiter come by himself?

  So he looked over.

  The other party actually has a rabbit face.

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  Like a drowning person coming out of the water, Mills took a breath.

  At this moment, he is still in the messy room, but the safe is still in place.

  To move it, Mills needs help, but he doesn’t plan to call the people in the hotel. Those people give him the feeling that he has something special.

At this moment, his mobile phone rang. He took it out and looked at it. It was an email. The sender was an unknown person, but he recognized the title. It was an appraisal of rosary materials. Obviously, technical The people in the group are working overtime again.

  He clicked and read it. This is not a complete report, but a brief explanation. The beads on the rosary are not only made of human teeth, but also shells.

  There is no shortage of young and strong guys in the police station. Tomorrow he can ask O'Sullivan to borrow two people.

  He walked to the phone and dialed the number on the front desk.

  After an elegant piano sound, about ten seconds later, the phone was connected, and a sweet female voice rang out on the opposite side.

  "Help me transfer your manager, I am a guest in room 64." Mills said.

   "Okay, please wait a moment." The front desk said, another elegant piano sounded. This time the person who answered the call was the hotel manager.

  "Do you have any registration records of previous residents here." Mills said, "Also, this room has always been like this. Has it been changed before?"

"There are registration records, but they are all kept in the warehouse. I need to look for them." The manager said, "Our hotel was renovated in 1963. The heating and heating are controlled by air conditioning. The previous fireplace and the cloakroom next door are connected. ."

   "You mean the cloakroom used to be a fireplace?"

"Yes, sir."

  "Okay, I have no problems, oh, and, remember to find out the register tomorrow."

   "Do you want everything?"

"Yes it is."

   "Okay, I will arrange it."

   "Thank you." Mills finished politely, then hung up.

   "Damn, I forgot to ask that guy if he has a suicide note." Mills cursed.

   "Be careful, Inspector, the last guest who stayed in this room for two days jumped off the building."

  The advice of the hotel manager before leaving seemed to sound again.

  Mills looked at the closed window, and the raindrops hit the glass with a crisp sound.

  He did not hear the sound of the waves, and the clean windows reflected his own face like a mirror.

  I'll talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow, the important question is how to spend tonight.

  The keychain was the only thing Mills took away from the house. If he went back, it would be the first scene where Trish was murdered.

   "I wish it was a terrible nightmare, dear." Mills looked at the keychain and lowered his head in frustration. "When I wake up, you are still alive."

  No one answered him, and no one hugged him and said, "It's okay, really."

  He stood lonely, as if caught in painful memories, and gradually became crying.

  If he did not go to New York, or Trish still taught in the suburbs of Los Angeles, everything would be different.

  There is a movie called Butterfly Effect. The male protagonist tried every means to be with the female protagonist, but no matter what he did, the result was not satisfactory.

  The best way is for him to pass her by and become a passerby in each other's lives.

  He needs alcohol. He wants the feeling of flying like a fairy and forgetting everything. Unfortunately, there are only sober tea leaves in the small bar.

  He was wailing in every cell of his body in pain.

  Maybe, like a tramp, it’s a good choice to find a place on the street and just overnight.

  He has no home anyway.

  (End of this chapter)