I have a comic book house

"The music box, it's the source of everything! Ever since I listened to the music in the music box, I always had hallucinations, I was in a trance, my reason told me that I couldn't touch the music box anymore, but I couldn't control my desire to listen to it, and I was deeply immersed in it!"

"I heard a voice in the music, it was telling me something, and I was sure it wasn't an illusion, because it was too real, it was telling me a story, how a father was corrupted by a music box, how he killed his own family! It was a curse! I knew, I was going crazy!".

"The voice told me that the only way to end this curse was to put it back in its original place, I couldn't do it anymore, I was corrupted, I was playing music all the time, I had to shut myself in my room to stop others from being cursed, I could only do that!".

"Hassin, take the music box to Santa Fe and find Caitlyn Doon, she's the key!My friend, brother, I'm really sorry to involve you, I'm sorry! I hope you can lift the curse, I bless you!".

"Another: I will give you the antique shop in my will, and I have no other relatives or friends, only you, my brother, as my last compensation!

"Forever Friend: Facho!".

Hasan put down the suicide note, tears streaming down his eyes, and he took another sip of spirits, choking himself and coughing violently.

After a long time, he finally calmed down, he believed what Fazioli said, there must be some kind of curse in that music box, everyone who listened to the music will be cursed, and the way to solve the curse is to return the music to the woman named Caitlin Doon!

Hassan got up and went to the bathroom, wanting to wash his face with cold water and cheer himself up, Faggio was dead, he had also listened to the music of the music box, if he didn't cheer up, it would be his turn next!

In the bathroom mirror, Hassan saw his extremely tired and haggard face, he sighed, put water to wash his face, and when he looked up again, he saw himself in the mirror moving, he was desperately banging his head against the mirror, trying to get out of the mirror, and the self in the mirror opened his mouth and roared at Hassen, but Hassan couldn't hear a word!

Hassan trembled suddenly, and the self in the mirror also trembled suddenly, the crazy self just now disappeared, the faucet was constantly spraying water, everything that happened just now seemed to be Hasen's hallucination!

Knowing that the curse was eating away at him, Hasson scribbled it up and headed straight for the antique shop, where he had to put away the music box so that no one else could hear it!

When he rushed to the antique store, he found that the music box was gone, and when he asked the police officer on duty at the scene, he learned that the music box, as an item at the scene of the crime, was taken to the police station as evidence, and if he wanted to get it back, he had to prove the ownership of the item!

Hasson thought of the will in the safe, which proved that the music box now belonged to him, and he returned to the first floor and opened the safe hidden under the bookcase, where the will lay quietly.

He obtained the will, contacted the lawyer of the two, dragged the lawyer to the police station non-stop, and under the witness of the lawyer, went through a series of lengthy procedures, and finally retrieved the music box

Throughout, Hasson kept repeating the question, "No one is trying to play the music box, is there?"

After receiving repeated confirmation and roll of eyes from the police officer in the evidence room, Hasson breathed a sigh of relief!

Coming out of the police station, Hassan declined the lawyer's invitation to have a drink, and hugged the music box tightly, this thing was in his arms, like holding a bomb that would explode at any time, Hassan knew that he didn't have much time to delay, he directly rented a carriage and headed straight for Santa Fe Town!

Although Hassan does not know how Faziori learned the origin of the music box, Hassan believes his friend's temporary last words, and the solution to the curse is in Santa Fe!

It would take a whole day to go to Santa Fe, and when he arrived in Santa Fe, it was already midnight.

Like other towns at the foot of the Ten Peaks, Santa Fe is an evolution of the Soul Stone Mining Town, and the Soul Stone veins near Santa Fe are abundant, so even late at night, the town is still brightly lit, and the taverns on the street are bustling, and most of the customers are miners who have just left the mines.

Hasson packed the music box tightly, found one of the most lively taverns in town and walked in, this is the experience of being an antique hunter, if you want to quickly inquire about the news, the lively tavern is always the first choice, as long as you invite a stranger to drink a cheap glass of liquor, the other party is eager to confide in everything he knows, in exchange for another glass of cheap spirits.

Although the windows were locked and the doors were latched, the tavern was more active in the long night than in the dreary gray day. The room was dimly lit by the glow of oil lamps, and from the lively lounge came the sound of hundreds of noisy conversations, huddled together to enjoy the lack of warmth on the cold streets.

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busty and muscular beer girl hired by the tavern owner carries large copper platters to deliver cans of ale and beer, bottles of pungent brandy, and glasses of black wine. Chubby musicians hold accordions and yell lewd songs, strings of notes crawl lazily around the room.

Customers who flocked to the counter shouted for more drinks. The miners, clad in stone-dusted raincoats, made loud noises, their fingers and palms scarred by the ore. They rested their boots on the brass railing at the bottom of the bar, chatting about the gossip. Among those who want to take a break from a day's labor, there is a mix of occupations that cater to this relaxation. Gamblers and pimps, peddlers all venture to the counter to deal with the people who gather there.

"Two 'botes!'" Hassan shouted to the bartender, sitting next to an elderly man at the bar.

The white-haired old man beside him glanced at Hasson with cloudy eyes and did not speak.

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bartender shoved two glasses of inferior brandy in front of Hassen, who pushed one of them to the old man, "Please!"

"What do you want to inquire about, young man!" the old man looked at the wine glass, his cloudy eyes shining.

"Caitlin Doon!" replied Hasson, "where to stay?"

Hearing the name, the old man suddenly looked frightened, and he pushed the glass back to Hassan, and hurried away.

Not only him, but the other people around him heard this name, and they all held their wine glasses away from Hasen, who froze in place, but he didn't expect this name to be like a poisonous snake that people could avoid.

He reluctantly drank the inferior liquor in front of him in one gulp, and the hot feeling blocked his throat, making him feel very unhappy.