The lobby of Hanged Ghost Hotel was quite spacious. Once they entered, they could see a long bar counter. Behind the bar counter was a wine rack, and three large wine barrels were placed in the middle of the rack. The whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol and a faint smell of vomit.
Several tables were scattered around the bar. Anna and the others found a seat near the fireplace and sat down. "It would be nice if we could have a cup of hot cocoa." Ron stretched out on the chair and stretched his limbs. He was always in a state of leisure and comfort, and this optimism could relax the people around him.
"Hot cocoa?
I'll ask. "Hermione walked to the bar and returned with a few cups of hot cocoa." Mr. Dott made it for us. He looked fierce, but I didn't expect him to be a good person. To be honest, he really scared me when he killed the chicken. "
"He also said that he would make us a 'Luther Hobbs cake' later. I don't know what it is, but I guess it's a recipe left behind by the famous man." Hermione shrugged. "It's not bad."
Anna took the hot cocoa from Hermione. "Thank you." Ron teased Elvin in the pram. "Do you want some?" Elvin held out his hand. "Yes!"
Ron shook the cup in front of Elvin and said, "I can't drink it. Sigh, I can't drink it."
Elvin was so angry that he waved his arms. "Bad Ron!"
No one noticed that a few pieces of cut carrots suddenly appeared out of thin air and fell into Ron's cup.
Elvin hated carrots the most.
The fire in the stone fireplace burned brightly, and the crackling of the firewood mixed with the sound of the rain outside the window and the chatter of the people inside the room. The Hanged Ghost Inn was a bit noisy for a while. Harry looked around and saw Ms. Liana and the contestants gathered together. A staff member was explaining the upcoming shooting process to them.
The mayor and several staff members crowded around the bar to order drinks. The quick ones had already picked up the cups that were as tall as two brawny men's fists and started drinking. Some of the tourists got their keys from Penny and went upstairs to their rooms to rest. It seemed that the rain would not stop anytime soon.
Harry looked out of the window and saw the straw hat of the scarecrow, Lady Plaid Skirt. He stared at it for a while and then looked away. Ron was right. He must have heard it wrong...
"... I hate... the rain..."
The strange female voice sounded again. Harry's eyes widened and he covered his face with his hands. Oh my God!
What kind of horror movie is this?
Characters who could hear strange voices were usually led by the voices to commit unforgivable sins and die a horrible death!
"Harry?" Anna noticed Harry's abnormality. she patted him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!"
Harry stood up and just happened to knock over the hot cocoa in Ron's hand. The cocoa fell into the fire together with the cup. Ron maintained his action of holding the cup with a dumbfounded expression. "Sorry," Harry handed his cocoa to Ron. "I … I'm fine …"
Anna frowned. "What's wrong with you, Harry?" She lowered her voice. "Does your scar hurt?
Or... did you hear a strange voice? "
Harry's eyes widened. He looked at Anna in disbelief. "You heard it too?!"
He relaxed instantly. "Phew... I was scared to death. I thought I was the only one who heard it. That female voice," he patted Anna. "It's too strange, isn't it?"
"Yeah..." Anna nodded without changing her expression. "I didn't hear it clearly. What did she say?
That female voice? "
"Oh, she said she was hungry." Harry shrugged. "Maybe a hungry lady was muttering. I thought it was the voice of the scarecrow..."
"That's silly," Ron commented after taking a sip of the hot cocoa.
"Indeed," Harry agreed, and then quickly started to quarrel with Ron. "You're the silly Ron!"
Hermione didn't pay much attention to the voice. She took out a small pink notebook and began to write and draw. She seemed to be reviewing her class notes. Self-disciplined people are scary.
The people at the wooden table drank too much. "Oh!"
A lady smiled and patted the back of the man next to her. "Dear, you don't have to... hook my instep. Just tell me you love me... burp..." The man held her hand affectionately. "I love you," and then he vomited on the lady's skirt.
Anna looked at the scarecrow at the door. She stood up. Everyone was paying attention to the quarreling couple, and no one noticed her.
Anna took out a pair of dragon gloves from the blue floral cloth bag and put them on. She went to the door and took out a blue motorcycle helmet and put it on. Everything was ready. She lifted the skirt of the lady in the plaid skirt. Until then, no one knew what secrets were hidden under the scarecrow's skirt.
Some of the straw fell to the ground.
Hermione ran out and grabbed Anna's arm. She panicked and observed the movement in the hotel through the glass. She lowered her voice and said, "Anna!
What are you doing?!
We can't just destroy other people's scarecrows! "
Harry and Ron also came out. Ron patted the hat of the lady in the plaid skirt. "How can you not bring us along for this fun thing?"
Harry squatted on the ground and picked up the rain-soaked straw. He found that there was some purple mucus on it. "Is this glue?
It's disgusting. "
"Be careful." Anna asked the three of them to keep a distance from the scarecrow. Then she stepped forward and lifted the big straw hat of the lady in the plaid skirt.
There was nothing, no snake, no terrible black magic. It was just an ordinary scarecrow that won the first place in the scarecrow competition.
Anna took the straw from Harry's hand and stuffed it back into the stomach of the lady in the plaid skirt. She noticed the mucus on the straw. Maybe there was something in the scarecrow, but it had escaped now.
"Let's go in." Anna touched her head. She had no good way to find the snake lady for the time being. She could only wait for her to show up.
"Oh, Anna!" Harry listened for a while. "Did you hear that?
That voice appeared again! "
"What is she talking about?"
"Uh... she's talking about something delicious... It sounds like she found a kind of food. It smells like milk. She said she can taste it slowly..." Harry shrugged. "The lady is talking to herself."
Anna touched her chin, and then her eyes slowly widened. She suddenly turned around and rushed into the hotel. "Elvin!" She ran to the fireplace, where the pram was still in the same place.
Anna turned the pram around, but Elvin was nowhere to be found. A blanket was left on the spot. "Where did he go?" Anna asked.
Anna stared at the pram.
Hermione and the other two ran over. Ron circled the pram in disbelief. "What?" He whispered, afraid of attracting attention. "Where's Elvin?
We've only been gone for less than a minute! "
Hermione tried to speak, but her words were incoherent. She looked at Lena, who was about to follow the staff to the shooting. She pulled Anna's clothes. "We have to tell Ms. Lena!
We have to call the police! "
Harry's face changed. Anna noticed it. "That voice, Harry!
What did she say?! "
"She... she said she wanted to find a dry place to enjoy the food." Harry's face was pale. "Eat from the beginning..."