On the way to the Roosevelt Hotel, when Chu Heng heard Chrissy talk about the haunted rumors in the hotel, he suddenly became interested and asked curiously: "Please tell me in detail."
Chrissy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked: "What, Chu, are you going to exorcise the spirits?"
"What kind of spirit am I exorcising? I am exorcising spirits out of pure curiosity." Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him. The grandson now wanted him to show his hands and open his eyes at every turn.
"oh."
Chrissie was immediately disappointed, and then talked about the haunted rumors: "The Roosevelt Hotel should have been built in 1927. From the day it was built, there have been various supernatural legends about this hotel, but among these legends
The most famous ones are undoubtedly Room 928 and Room 246.”
"Room 928 was a room where Montgomery lived. At that time, he took on a play and often walked up and down the corridors reciting his lines. Not long after his unexpected death, problems began to occur on the ninth floor of the Roosevelt Hotel.
Yes, someone can always hear someone walking in the corridor in the middle of the night, accompanied by whispers."
"Especially in Room 928, guests staying in the room sometimes feel someone tapping their shoulders inexplicably. It is said that it is the ghost of Montgomery wandering around."
"As for 246, the situation is similar to that of 928. That room was the starting point of Monroe's stardom. Since her death, people have often seen her figure in the mirror in the room, and sometimes they can still hear her.
The song of nothingness.”
Speaking of this, Chrissy couldn't help but trembled, as if he was frightened, and then shook his head and said: "The owner of the Roosevelt Hotel is also unlucky. Now because of these two legends, the hotel's business has been declining.
Almost bankrupt."
Cen Hao, who was sitting in the back seat and listening with interest, raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He looked sideways at Chu Heng with a strange expression on his face, remembering the unpleasant past when he was forced by a certain grandson to dress up as a female ghost.
Chu Heng was also stunned.
This smell...
Why does it sound so familiar?
"When did these two legends begin?" he asked calmly.
"When..." Chrissy frowned, thought about it carefully, shook her head and said, "I'm not sure about this, but it should be in the past two years. Anyway, it was January this year when I heard about it."
Cen Hao's eyes widened after hearing this, and he realized that this incident was probably man-made, and the purpose should be the same as Chu Heng's original purpose.
So he couldn't help but said: "Master Chu..."
"Smoke your cigarette."
With lightning speed, Chu Heng took out a cigar from his arms and stuffed it into Cen Hao's mouth, and motioned him to shut up with his eyes. Immediately, the old god also took out a cigar and lit it.
Even a fool like Cen Hao could see that there was something wrong with the rumors of hauntings, so naturally he could see it too.
It's just that the matter has nothing to do with him, so he naturally doesn't want to say anything to avoid getting into trouble.
"What's wrong?" Chrissy looked in the rearview mirror at the two people who were behaving strangely.
"It's okay, he wants to smoke a cigar." Chu Heng lit up the cigarette, rolled down the window, took a sip from the cigar in his hand, and puffed out the smoke and asked: "Since this hotel is haunted, why would anyone set the venue of the banquet here?
?Even if he is not afraid, the guests are not afraid either?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Chrissy smiled and said: "Today's banquet is hosted by the hotel owner, Mr. Sibel Mas. He wants to use this method to prove that there are no ghosts in the hotel.
This man is a veteran rich man in Los Angeles. Although his net worth is not very rich, he has a very wide network and has good relationships with many rich men and politicians. Therefore, even if the invited guests are afraid, they must come to the banquet out of kindness.
That's...this is the case for me."
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"That's what I said." Chu Heng nodded suddenly.
"arrive."
At this time, Chrissy turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the parking lot of the Roosevelt Hotel where they were talking.
After parking the car and getting out of the car, Chu Heng looked up and looked at this 'haunted' hotel.
The Roosevelt Hotel is a white multi-story building with a very traditional style and not many highlights. The only thing worth mentioning is its location.
It is located in the center of star-studded Hollywood, opposite the Hollywood Chinese Theater and the famous Walk of Fame is nearby.
This location is simply too good to be true. Not to mention opening a hotel here, you can even sell some tea eggs!
Chu Heng now finally understood why some people took a fancy to it.
"Let's go."
Chrissy then pulled Chu Heng, who was standing by the car and looking around, and took him and Cen Hao to the hotel.
After signing in at the door, we took the elevator to the banquet hall on the third floor under the guidance of the waiter.
Krisika was in a lower position, so they arrived earlier. At this time, there were not many people in the banquet hall, only about fifty or sixty people, gathered together in twos and threes and chatting.
"Aha, welcome, Mr. Crissy."
The three of them took a few glances into the room at the door, when an old white man with a somewhat overweight body greeted him enthusiastically. It was the unfortunate owner of this hotel, Sibel Mas.
"Hello, Mr. Mars."
Chrissie immediately stepped forward, leaned over and shook hands with a very low posture, and then introduced Chu Heng to the other party with a proud look: "Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Chu Heng
, he is not only a successful businessman, but also an admirable writer. The Harry Potter series of novels he created are best-selling all over the world, and the scripts he wrote are also very popular. I think you should have heard of The Truman Show
Right? That’s the script he wrote.”
As he introduced each sentence, Chu Heng's face did not change much, and he kept smiling without being arrogant or impetuous.
Mas took a step forward, took the initiative to hold Chu Heng's hand, shook it vigorously, and said very excitedly: "So you are Mr. Chu. I like Harry Potter very much. I watch some of them every night, The Truman Show."
It is also a movie that I like very much and I have watched it three times!”
"Oh? Really? Then I wonder which characters are in your Harry Potter book?" Chu Heng smiled and looked at the unlucky old man in front of him who couldn't be more fake.
"Uh..." The expression on Mas's face froze for a moment. Can this kid know how to chat? Are you being polite? You didn't notice? How could I, an old man in his sixties, read a book that children like?
!
But he was a weathered character after all, so he immediately adjusted and said, "Ah, haha, I like them all, I like them all. I think every character in your book is so vivid."
"Don't you have any particular favorite?"
"This really makes me embarrassed. I like the characters in the book so much that I really can't choose."
"So which characters do you like?"
"..."
This person is so annoying!
Mas, who couldn't continue the conversation, immediately found an excuse to leave.
He felt that Chu Heng was sick and didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore.
"What are you doing, Chu?" Chrissy asked Chu Heng dumbfounded: "Don't tell me you didn't hear that Mr. Mas was being polite."
"I just wanted to tease him." Chu Heng shrugged: "I didn't expect this old man to be so ignorant of teasing."
