The American Scripture

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Early the next morning, Zhen Fan was eating breakfast. The breakfast was brought by the fat maid. Eric was sitting next to him. Irving Gable did not invite them to the restaurant this time. And the fat maid stood near the door, squinting at Zhen Fan and Eric from time to time.

"Look, the affairs of Claire and Silia have been settled." Zhen Fan pointed to the newspaper delivered at the same time, eating breakfast cautiously to the side, and giving the maid a very alert glance. He didn’t sleep well last night. He was always worried about the man on the lawn. Irving Gable’s behavior was really weird. The weirdness made Eric want to dream. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a chance because he had a good time. Didn't fall asleep at night.

"Hey, Master, I think this woman is watching us." Eric said to Zhen Fan, "I don't like this woman, her eyes are very cold. It makes people unable to concentrate, damn... why are we doing it? Have you come here? I thought it was an easy vineyard tour, but it was such an experience. Master... Let's leave here as soon as we finish eating. I don't want to stay here for a moment." He ghost The sneaky look attracted the attention of the fat woman, stared at him badly, and made Eric shrink her head.

"Do you know who the woman was yesterday?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but look at Eric, then put a piece of bread in his mouth, took a sip of juice from the cup, wiped his mouth and said, "There are so many in this world. Unbelievable things, but when viewed in the whole world, they appear to be relatively rare. After all, this is an earth with seven billion people. What is the concept of seven billion? Even if one thing happens every day, it is one part of seven billion. It’s only 1 in 7 million, and this probability is much lower than the global traffic fatality rate every day. Do you know the global traffic fatality rate? Close to two thousand people every day. The specific number is one A thousand nine hundred and twelve people."

"Do you mean that things like this happen often?" Eric opened his mouth and looked at Zhen Fan in surprise. "Why have I never seen anything like this before?"

"This is just an analogy. In fact, there are many more things like this than I said. Because every day someone dies, and every person who dies has a probability of becoming the same thing you saw last night. We can no longer say She is a human, more clearly. It should be a ghost!" Zhen Fan explained to Eric with a smile.

"I can't believe it. To be honest, I saw such a thing for the first time. I didn't expect this Mr. Gable to have such a hobby. Who is that woman? Is his dead wife?" Eric said to Zhen. Fan continued to lower his voice and said. "Damn it, yes, it's enough, let's get out of here!"

"No, it is impolite for us to leave like this. At the very least, we have to say goodbye to the host!" Zhen Fan threw the handkerchief on the dining table, and then waved to the fat maid, "Clean up here. I'll be clean. I think Gabel must have asked you to entertain us, can we let us clean up by ourselves." Zhen Fan opened his hands and said to the fat maid.

The fat maid glared at Zhen Fan. However, he reluctantly walked over and cleaned up the dishes and cutlery of Zhen Fan and Eric. Then he carried it out. Zhen Fan smiled at Eric, then shrugged his shoulders, "It's very simple, that's it, the nasty person just disappeared. Okay, Eric, we can join this together The people from this manor went to talk."

Eric gave Zhen Fan a thumbs up: "You are the best, Master. I agree with this very much. In fact, I always agree with you very much. Let’s go. Let’s go and meet the one who made me. I didn't have a good **** to go to sleep at night!" He stood up and walked outside with his coat.

Irving Gable was not in the living room, but sitting in the lawn. Dining table, chairs, coffee and breakfast. He was very comfortable enjoying the morning sun, closed his eyes slightly, and then said without looking back: "Hey, did you sleep well last night? I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"Oh. Damn, you finally said it, you finally said it. I knew...you bastard, everything about you is pretended, isn't it?" Eric speeded up and rushed towards him. After going over, both hands focused on his collar, and then lifted him up, "You let me waste a night for nothing, looking at you...and the **** woman!" Spit on the lawn.

"No... buddy, she's already dead!" Irving Gable didn't resist, but smiled helplessly at him. "Sorry buddy, I didn't mean to do this. Since my wife died, I and her She stayed with me all the time. I don’t know what’s going on, why she didn’t go to heaven or hell. She met me here on time every night. I thought all this was my own illusion, or One of my own dreams, but now it seems... nothing, this is a fact, in fact it is."

"We can understand!" Zhen Fan glanced at him, and then smiled, "But... your maid really looks like those guys in the villain. Fat, fierce and sluggish, fierce. Looking at everyone, I always put on a posture that she is the boss here. She is really a maid rather than your mother or grandma...Aha!" Zhenfei laughed loudly. He slapped his palms.

"Do you understand? Yes, I think so... Seeing you so refreshed this morning, I know I can't scare you, since you can't scared, then you definitely won't care about such things, or I've seen..." Irving Gable said with a wry smile, "As for that person...that's why I can't leave here."

"Who is she?" Zhen Fan looked at Owen Gabriel and said, "Tell me, who is she? There is such a person who looks like a housekeeper. I know that he has his own style. When outsiders, it’s another set, isn’t it? I can tell. You have actually lost control of the entire manor."

"Yes, I can't control this place anymore, and only when the guests come here, I can barely be like a host." Irving Gabriel sighed and said helplessly, "I have to rely on They, the maids, housekeepers, and some people who often come here and go around, God knows what they plan to make here, so...when there are guests, I will invite them as much as possible and let them hide Stay here for a while."

"Because of what? This is your manor. You should have the final say!" Eric had long since given up his plan to find fault, and couldn't help but fight for Irving Gabriel. "They have evidence of your drug trafficking. Or is it evidence of your murder? Or...was you under witchcraft-like mind control?"

"Evidence of murder." Irving Gable shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I killed my wife. I don't know what happened. I killed my wife as if she was insane. I thought she was a The devil with wings, she is going to bite me, or eat me, I’m not sure, anyway, with a sharp knife and teeth sharper than a sharp knife, I leaped towards me, so I took it in a panic An axe looked over... God... I can't remember that scene, buddy!"

"Illusion?" Zhen Fan was taken aback, then frowned, "How did those people know that you killed your wife?"

"I don't know, I only know that my hands are full of blood, and then they rushed in... I know what they want. I can't give them anything. This is just a vineyard. I don't have everything they want." Owen? Gabriel shook his head, when he suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.

The fat maid stood aside like a ghost, looking at this side coldly. Zhen Fan patted Irving Gable on the shoulder and said: "It's okay, she can't hear what we are saying. Tell me, is your hallucinations related to these people? That is...they killed your wife, But I used your hand and your axe. Haven't you doubted all these years? Haven't any doubts?"

"Of course, I thought about these things, they may be related to them, but I can't get rid of this, because after all, I waved the axe, so I can't escape this nightmare, and... they can allow me to be with me every night My wife met ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ which made me feel a lot of psychological comfort." Irving Gabriel smiled bitterly, "This is why I can't get rid of it. I don't know when they will be here. They weren't hired by me, they seem to have been here for a long time! And they seem to be earlier than me."

"Yes, I know... they have become elite here!" Zhen Fan sat on the grass casually, pointed to the villa and said, "Did your manor be built later? What was it here?" He Looking at Irving Gable, "Is it a residence in the past? Or is it also a manor?"

"I don’t know, my father settled here and built this manor. I don’t know what it is, but my father once said that there is indeed a house here. I don’t know what this house is like anyway. It's a place that has been abandoned for a long time. The House of No Owner, the government sold it to my father at a very cheap price. That's it, but I never saw these people when I was a kid..." Irving Gabriel gave a long note Tone.

"That's right. Yesterday, I knew everything, everything, everything... Although I don't know what happened to the guys inside, I know... You must be trapped here. ." Zhen Fan patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, since you have met me, this is your luck. So... today is your lucky day!" (To be continued.)