Jane McCain rolled her eyes at him: âTacky!â
âYouâre not tacky?â Ryan Wesley glared at her, âThen you go stay next door, and watch out for hanging ghosts strangling you in your sleep!â
âCan you guys stop fighting?â Zara Jameson nervously looked around and asked softly, âIsnât there a guesthouse without ghosts around?â
âThis is the specialty of Peachwater Village.â Ryan Wesley took out the travel brochure and flipped through it, âEvery guesthouse here has rumors of ghosts. Even if thereâs none, they will fabricate one. Otherwise, there would be no atmosphere.â
The waiter who brought them there also laughed, âTourists come to Peachwater Village for the ghosts. They flock to wherever supernatural events occur. If there were no ghosts, who would want to come to such a remote place?â
Zara Jameson widened her eyes and asked: âAre there really ghosts?â
The waiter mysteriously smiled but didnât answer.
It was a professional rule; if they said there are ghosts and the guests didnât see any, they would be questioned. But if they said there are no ghosts, wouldnât that disappoint the guests? So the best way was to keep silent and leave the guests in suspense.
Zara, however, was scared by the waiterâs eerie smile and became even more nervous.
They originally planned on booking four single rooms, but Zara was too scared, and although Jane didnât show it, she was also a bit uneasy. They decided to change to two rooms instead: one family room and one single room.
The waiter found this quite normal, arranged the rooms with a smile, and provided white candles and matches for free.
Seeing this, Ryan Wesley asked: âAre there power outages around here?â
The waiter just smiled and left without a word.
âWhatâs going on? So mysteriousâ¦â Ryan Wesley scratched the back of his head, finding it inexplicable.
Purple Summers figured it out and couldnât help but smile: âThese arenât for power outages. Theyâre for playing with spirit boards and ouija boards.â
Jane McCain got excited: âShall we play tonight?â
Zara Jamesonâs face turned pale at once: âIâm not playing! You guys go ahead!â
Jane McCain laughed again: âActually, I donât dare to play either! I was just saying.â
Everyone laughed and began to pack their luggage.
Purple Summers opened her crossbody bag first, and a dark mass was taken out by her and placed on the table.
Zara Jameson softly exclaimed, âPurple, you brought your myna bird with you?â
Hearing this, Jane McCain turned to look and asked in amazement, âHow did you get it through security?â
âIt didnât pass security.â Purple Summers touched Tinyâs head with a smile, âWhen we entered the station, it had already flown onto the train to wait for me. Just before the train departed, I called it to fly in.â
âIs this bird a genius? So smart!â
As everyone was amazed, Purple Summers opened the window and let the bird out â Tiny Summers flapped its black wings and instantly disappeared without a trace.
âAh?! Will it come back after flying away?â Jane McCain rushed to the window and looked up, seeing nothing but the beautiful sky filled with evening glow.
Purple Summers laughed and said, âItâs been bored on the train, this is a good time for it to relax. Donât worry, it wonât fly too far.â
Zara Jameson also chimed in, âPurpleâs myna bird is very spiritual; it wonât get lost.â
Ryan Wesley couldnât stand the girlsâ chatter and urged, âHurry up and pack, then letâs go eat. The earlier we go, the earlier we return, or else weâll have to walk in the dark later!â
Hearing this, Purple Summers picked up her phone and looked at it, âLetâs go to Poplar Farmhouse Restaurant.â
Everyone looked at her: âWhy? Did you check the travel guide? Is it good?â
Purple Summers shook her head, honestly saying, âThe three college students who died of food poisoning, right? They had dinner at Poplar Farmhouse Restaurant that night.â
Everyone:
Can they still enjoy their meal now?