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At this moment, a thin man with short black hair and a mustache under his knife-like nose came to Hassen's side, "Stranger, I can help you!"

"You'd better be able to!" said Hasson, lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal the pouch hanging from his armpit, the handle of his black pistol exposed.

The mustache's face changed, and he left without saying a word.

Hasson's behavior dispelled the thoughts of other people who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and no one stepped forward to talk to him, Hasson sneered in his heart, these people are as innocent as babies compared to the taverns in the riverside district!

He decided to try his luck at the local police station after another glass of wine.

At this moment, the old man came back like a whirlwind, picked up the wine glass and drank it dry.

Hasan smiled, the old man still had no one to resist the temptation of alcohol.

"What do you want to know about the Doon family?" the old man glared at Hassen.

"Old Rice, I'm going to talk about the Doon family, the name is not welcome here!" said the bartender in a gruff voice.

Hasson nodded, took the half bottle of wine on the table in his hand, slapped the money on the table, and walked out of the tavern, ignoring the eyes of the other drunks, and old Rice followed him closely, or rather, the half bottle of Bot.

The

two of them came to the alley outside the tavern one after the other, and Old Rice reached for the bottle, and Hasson blocked his hand, "Tell me first, what do you know about the Doon family?"

"Kirk Doon, Santa Fe's famous tycoon, explorer, philanthropist, murderer!" said old Rice, whose eyes never left the bottle.

"Murderer?" Hasen raised an eyebrow.

Old Rice did not answer, and looked at Hasson with blank eyes.

Hassan handed him the bottle, and Old Rice took it and poured it into his mouth.

After a few sips of wine, the elder Rice hiccuped and said with a snort: "The Doon family was a prominent Santa Fe family fifty years ago, until Cork Doon killed his wife and eldest daughter with his own hands, and then committed suicide, only the youngest daughter survived, and then the Doon family was lonely!

"Caitlin Doon?" asked Hasson.

"Caitlin Doon, that weird-tempered old woman!" Old Rice nodded, "Hiding in that cursed old house all her life, and not dealing with anyone!".

"Where does she live?" said Hassan, pulling a few coins from his pocket and flipping them in the palm of his hand.

Old Rice hurriedly gave the address of Caitlin Doon's house, and Hasson tossed him the coin, and disappeared into the alley with the music box in his arms.

Rice Sr. described the location of Doon's house in great detail, and it didn't take much trouble for Husson to find the dilapidated three-story 'mansion' on the edge of Santa Fe.

The

windows on the first floor were shining brightly, and it seemed that Caitlin Doon had not rested, and Hassan was steadied outside the courtyard, and the closer he got here, the more nervous Hassan became.

He pushed open the courtyard door, came to the door, and reached out to knock on the door.

After a while, the sound of squirming footsteps came from the room, the door was opened, and a small, wrinkled old woman appeared in the crack of the door.

"Who are you looking for?".

The old woman's voice was hoarse and muffled.

"Miss Caitlyn Doon?" asked Hasson tentatively.

"It's me, who are you?" the old woman looked at Hasen warily.

"I believe it's yours!" said Hassen, showing the music box in his arms to the old woman.

The old woman's cloudy eyes stared at the music box in confusion, and then showed a look of surprise, "This is, this is, my father left it for me!"

She opened the door and happily reached for the music box.

Hasson hurriedly handed her the music box, and when the music box left his hand, he thought he would be extremely relaxed, but he felt guilty.

Caitlin Doon held the music box in her hand and looked at it lovingly, saying something in her mouth, "This is what our father left us, this is what my father left us!"

"Well, then, I take my leave!" said Hasson, looking at the old woman's overjoyed expression, and the thought of getting away from here.

"Thank you, young man, thank you!" the old woman grinned at Hasen, who had few teeth in her mouth.

"Ma'am!" Hasen gestured, turning to leave.

"Young man!" the old woman suddenly called out to Hasson, and when Hasson turned around, asked, "You didn't listen to the music in the music box, did you?"

Hasan was stunned for a moment, and replied softly, "I've heard it!"

"He listened!" the old woman muttered, giving Harson a serious look, "he listened, he listened!"

With that, she closed the door to herself, ignoring Hasen.

Hasen didn't understand what the old woman meant, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he returned the music box to the Doon family according to Fazioli's instructions, the curse had been lifted, and he was fine!

It was too late to rush back to Samsara Town overnight, so Hasson found a hotel in the town to stay in, planning to return to Samsara Town the next day.

The

hotel room was full of mold and rot, and the sheets were dirty, and Hassan was not so particular about it, and after drinking two glasses of black wine, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but Hasson was suddenly awakened by a burst of melodious and soothing music, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat, because the music he heard was the music played by that music box!

Hasson sat up on his feet, the music still ringing in his ears, and he patted his face hard, the tingling sensation making him sure he wasn't dreaming!

By the dim light in the room, he looked around vigilantly, wondering where this soul-stirring music was coming from.

There were not many furnishings in the hotel room, and it was clear to Hassan that he did not find the music box, and the faint sound of music seemed to come from the corridor outside the door.

Hasan sat on the edge of the bed, and after a long struggle, he decided to find out, he came to the door, first listened to the door, the music came faintly, he opened the door very slowly, peeked out carefully through the crack in the door, and the corridor outside the room was empty.

As if attracted by the music, Hasan suddenly let down his guard, opened the door and walked out.

The music seemed to lure Hasen, and the sound came intermittently from the end of the hallway.

Hassan followed the music a few steps in a distracted manner, and suddenly came back to his senses, and was shocked to find that the surrounding environment had changed, and large black spots suddenly appeared on the walls of the corridor, and the spots gradually appeared in the direction of Hassan , as if trying to surround him!

Hasson was shocked, completely sobered up, and without hesitation, he turned around and ran to his room, the black spots on the wall accelerated the invasion, and Hasson saw that the doors were gradually occupied by black spots.

He slammed open his own door, turned and locked it, and then leaned against the door, he had the experience before, and he fought hard to block the door, not allowing the 'thing' outside the door to enter.

To Hassen's surprise, the collision did not come, there was silence outside the room, and when Hassan was in doubt, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the bathroom facing his mirror, in the mirror, he was stubbornly against the door, but his body was crawling with black arms!