Super Trick or Treat System
Chapter 206:
Li Wei heard the woman's voice and saw her. Her cheekbones are high, and women used to be the luxurious mouths of classic beauties. But life has deeply imprinted her, corroding her dark skin with frowning wrinkles and sunken lips. Her eyes are milky white. Obviously, she couldn't see Li Bad, but anyway, he felt her staring at him, like the gentlest wind blowing on his face. All the time, everything in the room had a good time, turning over the chair and sweeping half of the secretary's desk to the floor.
The woman said to Cracomberg: "It's not his fault."
"That's not mine either." She grabbed the crutch and took a step in their direction. The blind woman said, "My name is Maisha Paine."
Cracomberg stayed blankly. Li Badi conceited to speak for the doctor.
"He is Ben Krakomberg. I'm Lee Bad."
"Isn't it D\'Amour who messed up with the dead policeman?"
"exactly the same."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Li Huai. Let me offer you some advice," she said to Li Huai when she pointed to Krakömberg. "No matter what this person tries to tell you what you did or didn't see, just agree with him."
"What? Why should I do this?"
"Because people like him have a vested interest in eliminating people like Li Huai. Li Huai shook the boat, did you know?"
"Is that what you are doing now?" Li Huai said, nodding at the framed photo that fell from the wall. Not just falling, but being lifted by a hook, like being caught by an invisible hand, and then fell violently and the glass shattered.
"As I said before, I didn't do this," Maisha said. "One of my clients is with me-"
"client?"
"I'm talking to the deceased, Mr. Lee Bad. And this particular client feels as if I haven't paid enough attention. Dr. Kracomberg. Say hello to your brother.
Kracomberg's jaw trembled. "Impossible," he murmured.
"Warren, isn't it?" Maisha said.
"No. Warren is dead."
"Well, of course he is dead!" Mai Xia patted. "That's why I am here."
The doctor is completely confused by this logic.
"It's hers what she said to the dead, doctor," Li Huai said.
"I'm not speaking Swahili," Mai Xia said to Li Badi. "I don't need translation."
"I don't know," Li Badi said, looking at Dr. Kracomberg. "He looks confused."
"Try to pay attention, doctor." Maisha suggested. "Your brother told me to call you Shirley, because that is your middle name and few people know it. Is it true?"
"...You may have found many ways."
"Okay. Forget it," Mai Xia said, turning to see the doctor. "I need brandy. Mr. Li Huai, do you want to join me to toast the foolishness of the psychiatrist?"
"I would be happy to drink it, Miss Paine."
"Warren," Maixia said, "Let's go. Li Huai is terrifying innocent people."
Li Badi thought that she was talking about the receptionist, and when the photo began to fall and did not appear since then, he had already hid under the table.
"Wait," Kracomberg said as he entered the door. "You are blind, aren't you?"
"And you are very perceptive," Maisha said.
"So... how could you possibly see my brother?"
"I don't know. I only know I can. The world is invisible to me, but it is completely clear to you. The dead is invisible to you, but it is completely clear to me of."
"Are you telling me that you can see my brother? Right away?"
Maixia turned around and stared at the office. "Yes, he is lying on your sofa."
"What is he doing?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"I asked you, didn't I?"
"he is**."
"Jesus. It's him."
I took this opportunity to meet the friendship between Li Huai and Mai Xia. Like so many things that happen by accident, the collision of souls cannot be more important to two people. In the past few weeks, Li Huai has been suspicious of his own sanity. Suddenly, Mai Xia talked to this supernatural person as if this were the most natural thing in the world, and this kind of thing was happening in the whole world. Every moment of every day in the city.
It was what she said first. She believed every word and knew that men and women in this city could tell their own stories. It is the same and different evidence that exists in daily life in the city.
When Li Huai walked into the sight of this old building, he was surprised to find how much they had changed over the years. The windows were either clamped by the wooden planks or broken. Apparently there was a fire in the history of the building, which burned at least one-third of the place, and the scorch marks blackened the outer wall above the burned windows. This is a sad sight, but more importantly, it is a disturbing sight. Why did Mai Xia leave her comfortable apartment and go to this unreachable corner?
All the doors were tightly locked and bolted, but for Li Huai, this was not a problem. The solution to this setback was always old-fashioned brute force. He chose a door to board and pulled down a few boards. This is a noisy, messy business, and if there are any type of security patrols to protect the building, as the several conspicuous signs announced, they will definitely start to operate. But as he suspected, these signs were nonsense, and he was left on his device without interference. Within five minutes of starting work, he peeled open the door of the plank, and then picked up the lock behind the plank.
"Very well, boy," he said to himself as he walked into the house.
Li Huai took out a mini flashlight and shone it into the room. He saw everything that was different from the modest and elegant hall where Li Huai was standing now-the decorative decoration on the mirror design, the etching on the tiles under his feet, and the shape of the lamps-were destroyed. The destruction was a rough attempt, reselling the resold tiles and dumping mirrors and lamps, or for the same purpose, or just being destroyed by drug dealers and there was nowhere to do it. The result was the same: Chaos and debris replace order and goals.
He passed through the shards of glass until he reached the stairs. Then he started to rise. Obviously, it is easier to enter the building than he is to open one of the doors, because as he climbs, the strong smell of human urine and the dull smell of feces become stronger and stronger. People use this place as a toilet, yes, but they may also sleep in it.
He let go and tightly tucked the revolver in the holster, just in case he found himself discussing real estate laws with any grumpy tenants. The good news is that his tattoo is very inactive. Not itching, not cramping. Obviously, Mai Xia has made a wise choice for bolt holes. Not the most demanding environment, but if it allows her to safely avoid opponents and their agents, then Li Huai will not be bothered.
The doctor's office was room 212. The beige plush carpet leading to the corridor has been covered and covered, rolled up and removed, leaving only the bare wooden boards. Every time Li Huai took the second or third step, one of them squeaked and Li Huai made faces. In the end, Li Bai reached the door of the former psychiatrist's office, tried the handle, and expected it to be locked. The door opened without protest, and Li Huai faced another scene of vandalism. It seems that someone hit the wall inside with a sledgehammer.
He came across a word: "Mixia?" Then there were a few words: "Mixia? It's Li Huai. I heard from you. I know I'm still early. Are you here?"
He walked into Krakomberg's office. Although it was obvious that they were all peeled off the shelf once and piles of them were used to start a fire in the middle of the room, but the books lining the doctor's wall were still not taken. Li Huai squatted by the temporary fire pit to test the ashes. They are cold. Finding nothing, Li Huai took a peek in Krakömberg’s private bathroom, but it was wasted like other places. Mai Xia is not here.
But for some reason she brought Li Bad to this place. He was convinced. He glanced at the bathroom mirror by chance, and then saw there, the arrow grass in the soot on the dirty glass surface. It points down to the lower floor. Maisha left him the crumbs. Li Huai left the office where he met with blind friends so many years ago and went to the basement.
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