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Fortunately, the trip turned out to be perfect, and with his help, the employer found the antique he wanted, and he also reaped a satisfactory commission.

When Hasen returns to the riverside in the evening, ready to go home and get some rest, he is stopped by the owner of the Good Luck Salvage Company, Levitas.

"Hasson, have you seen Fazioli?" said Livitas, followed by two employees who were five big and three thick.

"As you can see, Levitas. Hassan angrily pointed to his clothes, "I've just returned to the city, and I haven't had time to meet anyone but you!"

"Fazioli bought an antique from me a week ago, and out of his good standing and my generous trust, he paid only two-thirds of the price at the time, and a third was not paid!" said to Hassen, his face trembling with his voice, "but he betrayed my trust, and I waited three days without seeing him deliver the money, and went to his shop, the door was closed!"

"The door is closed?" Hasson raised his eyebrows, "Did you go out of town to buy?"

"I don't care where he's gone, I just know that he's broken the agreement!" said Liwittus, angrily, "as his partner, Hassan, you must bear the account!".

"Alright!" said Hasson as he pulled out his wallet and muttered to himself, "Why did Fazioli go?"

"6 Chamber of Commerce Coins!" Levitas stretched out his hand.

"Isn't it a third?" said Hasson as he stopped digging his money.

"That's the price he paid in three days!" Levitas sneered, "The extra 1 Chamber of Commerce is liquidated damages!

"Levitas!" Hasson counted six bills he had just received from his employer, and slapped them into the palm of his hand, "Faciori would be disappointed if he admired you so much!".

With that, Hassan turned and left.

"Thank you!" Levitas yelled at Hasson's back, "I'm a businessman, don't I follow the rules! Hasson, you need to rest, you don't look good!".

Hassan quickened his pace, not wanting to hear Levitas' voice at all, he was going to go directly to the Fazioli antique shop to find Fazioli, and warn him not to do business with Levitas in the future!

When I came to the antique shop on the upper and lower floors of Fazioli, it was getting dark, the antique shop was pitch black, and the door was closed.

The antique shop was all that Fazioli's parents had belonged, and he lived on the second floor of the shop.

Hassan knocked on the door for a while, calling out loudly, but there was no response from the store.

Hassan peeked into the shop window, but saw no sign of activity.

Where's this guy Facchioli?, Hasson muttered to himself, and when he came to the backyard, he had the key to the back door of the antique shop.

Hassan opened the back door and walked into the lobby of the antique shop, which was dimly lit and orderly.

"It's good that there's no trace of running away!" Hasson joked, "Facho!".

The call echoed through the store, but was not answered.

Hassan came to the counter and flipped through the ledger at the counter, the last date recorded on it was the day after Hassen left the city, and on that day Fazioli sold a gadget and earned a few guild coins, after which the ledger went blank, either no more money was paid, or Fazioli left the store.

As Hasson closed the ledger and put it back in its place, he accidentally knocked over the stacked leaflets next to him, and one of the leaflets caught his eye was the picture of the music box he had identified for Fazioli that day.

"It's fast!" Hasson chuckled and picked up the leaflet, which was Fazioli's habit to draw pictures of antiques with exaggerated text when he found good goods.

I have to say that those old men in the upper city are very fond of Fazioli.

The

lights reflected the lettering on the back of the leaflet, and Hasson turned it over and found that there was a large string of text written on it, with no beginning or end, and the handwriting was messy, but Hasson recognized it as the font of Fazioli, but it seemed to have been written by him drunk.

Hassen's face changed as he read the words left by Fazioli.

"Scarlet poems! After a lot of hard work, I only got one scarlet poem!".

"Phelan made it into a tune, and he's a genius!"

"There's something magical about it that makes us feel at peace! and they love it!"

"Some kind of curse? nonsense!".

"I'm sorry for you, my dear! I should have believed ·····

."

"The music box is gone, I can't find it anywhere, I have nightmares every night without it, there seems to be something in the corner of the room watching me, I don't dare look in that direction, because a voice in my head tells me, don't look, that thing is real! I was afraid that if I looked at it, I would go crazy on the spot!".

"There are large blood stains in the closet, you can't call the police!".

"Can't listen, don't listen!".

"You must return it back! D！"

"Don't open the door!".

"Hassan!

The handwriting stopped abruptly, but Hasson saw that his scalp was numb and his whole body was cold!

What

made him tremble was not only the incoherent words left by Fazioli, but also the dreams he described, reading what Fazioli wrote, Hasen instantly remembered his dreams, and he was also like Fazioli in a half-dream, half-awake, feeling something nearby watching him, and he could also hear his own voice telling himself, don't look, don't look!

Hassan swallowed his saliva and looked around at the antique store, it was still quiet all around, but after reading the message, Hassan felt that in the dark, there seemed to be some unknown existence spying on him!

"Da Da!".

The

door to the antique store's treasure room seemed to make some kind of noise, like someone approaching the door quickly.

"Facho?" Hasen shouted, subconsciously walking towards the door.

Hurried footsteps could be heard in the treasure room.

"Bang!".

With a loud bang, a cloud of black smoke squeezed open the door of the treasure room, and through the crack many arms stretched out, seemingly trying to push the door open.

"Don't open the door!" Hasson flashed the font left by Fazioli in his mind, and his eyes were quick, and the whole person pounced, desperately leaning against the door, trying to stop the 'thing' in the treasure room from rushing out.

There was a roar from the other end of the door, slamming against the door.

"I'm grass, I'm grass!" said Hassen, swearing and wrestling with it, breaking out in a cold sweat and sucking with all his strength.

Under the tenacious will to survive, Hasen's strength gradually overpowered the 'thing', slowly closing the door little by little, and finally closing the door.

The moment the door closed completely, the screaming and the force of pushing the door disappeared at the same time, and everything returned to tranquility as if nothing had happened!