Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 199 Ariel's past (2)

The sixteen-story red brick building of the Great Forest Hotel finally stood in front of her.

The first to third floors are diamond-shaped, with a white lintel.

Opposite the hotel is the Roman Catholic Boys' High School and the old house used as the office of the "Philadelphia Morning News".

There is a subway station in front of Dalin Hotel.

Someone told her: This subway was put into operation in 2000.

The Grand Forest Hotel was built by Elks in 2001.

This is exactly the year she was born.

She could have stayed in the hotel, but she stood outside the hotel and hesitated. This annoyed her, so she decided to go in.

Going up three steps in succession is the front door of Dalin Hotel inlaid with thick glass.

For Ariel, it was like climbing Mount Eiffel.

These three steps upwards are to enter the world of ignorance.

In the vestibule, she gazed at the torch-shaped chandelier and at the yellow, black, and white marble floor.

She knew the vestibule well, having lived here many times.

But she kept looking at it as if she was seeing it for the first time, not letting go of any details.

Should I register?
She hesitated.

Maybe she should go straight to room 1113, since she has the key anyway.

She ran up the fifteen steps to the central hall.

This is a safe detour, otherwise there is a service desk in front and an elevator in the back, which is really a dilemma.

A forty-foot-tall stained-glass window overlooks the hall, which is beautiful.The mezzanine floor between the ground floor and the second floor is right under that window.

On the golden canopy of the hall are engraved the motto:

"Loyalty, justice, pride, fraternity—their virtues are engraved on the monument of love and memory.

The faults of our brothers are written in the sand. "

Ariel stared at the canopy.

For a few brief minutes, she was overwhelmed by its beauty.

But as she slowly turned back from the central hall to the vestibule, this feeling disappeared.

She was looking for something new to get rid of her inner troubles, so she found that there had been new changes since the last stay.

The hotel bellhops have all changed.

The stern-looking woman with the huge breasts who had been at the service desk was also gone.

Ariel lingered in front of the window of the internal store, forcing herself to decide whether to register or go straight to room 1113.

Still unable to make up her mind, she hurried out to the street.

In front of the hotel, she bought a copy of the Philadelphia Evening News, dated January 2018, 1.

Puzzled, she bought another copy of "Philadelphia Survey", which was still dated January 1th.

1 month 7 day.

She left the lab on January 1.

So to speak, a full five days were lost!

I was terrified of:
Everything is unknown, and what is even more frightening now is:
Know the truth.

"Please tell me what time it is now," she asked the newspaper seller pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's nine o'clock," he replied.

Nine p.m.It was a quarter past eight in the evening when she waited for the elevator at Columbia University.

There was an interval of five days, nothing wrong.

Slowly and carefully, Ariel pushed open the thick glass door of the restaurant again.

The panic and self-blame caused by missing five days forced her to get up in a hurry.

She vaguely saw someone greeting her.

It was the woman with the huge breasts and serious face at the service desk.

"Here, here,"

The woman greeted, sticking out her big head.

"Are you busy? I want to say a few words to you," the woman continued to greet.

Ariel seemed to be hypnotized, so she stopped involuntarily.

"Listen, when you get back to your room, take a hot bath and drink some hot tea,"

That woman is quite serious,

"It's blowing snow outside, and I'm really worried about you. Don't go out, I beg you, and you won't listen. It's not a loafing weather."

"I'm fine, thank you," Ariel replied a little stiffly.

The woman was still smiling at her as she walked toward the elevator.

Ariel could swear that it had been a year since she last stayed at the Forest Hotel.

However, the woman at the desk can also be sworn in the same court:
Ariel had been staying at the hotel a few days before January 1th.

Two elevators, one of which suddenly opened the door.

Ariel walked in worriedly.

She is the only passenger.

"Go to the eleventh floor, please," she said.

"It's snowing outside, are you still going out?" the elevator worker asked.

She replied softly, "Yes."

"Level [-]." He pressed the button.

The elevator doors closed behind Ariel.

The clanging sound of metal seemed to hit her spine, as if all the eyes of the chemical laboratory were focused on her and made her unforgettable.

From the elevator at Columbia University in New York to the elevator in front of you, time never existed between the two elevators.

Thinking of this, I felt annoyed again.

Is there really room 1113?

There are room numbers on the door.

1105, 1107, 1109, 1111, indicating that the next one may be 1113.

The room number seemed to be illuminated by neon lights, flickering, and it really was 1113!

Ariel opened the handbag, took out the key, and turned it around a little.

Is it really the key to this door?
The key fits just fine.

The door opened.

No one spoke, no one was disturbed, no one moved in the house.

Is there really no one in the room?

She pressed her body tightly against the door frame, reached out and fumbled for the light switch on the wall, and did not step into the room with her feet.

A floodlight came on.

She went in, closed the door, and stood there motionless.

She thought hard, thought it over, and decided that she had never been in this room in her life.

However, if this room was not hers, then where did she sleep from January 1nd to January 2th?

How could she come here with the key?

She can't stay on the street every day.

Has she checked in?

Judging from what the woman at the service desk did, she seemed to have registered.

Ariel took off her damp coat, put it on a chair, kicked off her wet shoes, and slumped down on the green armchair in front of the window.

She didn't think the room was hers, but judging from what the woman at the desk said, she didn't think it belonged to anyone else either.

For a moment, she just stared out the window with her eyes wide open, looking at the old building occupied by the Roman Catholic Boys High School and the "Philadelphia Morning News" office.

But it's not interesting to sit there all the time, so she took out the two newspapers.

"Philadelphia Survey City Edition"

An independent newspaper for people of all walks of life

My eyelids are so tired that they close.

Tuesday morning, January 2018, 1

January 1th, which means I lost five days.

◇Gavin talks about the price of missile launch pads

◇ The 85th National Congress held its second meeting today

So much has happened in my absence!Pilot makes full landing after completing height climb feat
My climb is also a feat.

those streets.

those steps.

So many streets.

I lost time and it wasn't just landing.

philadelphia evening news
Tuesday, January 2018, 1

pay the bill.

Leave the hotel after completing the formalities.

How can I pay my bill and leave without checking in?

How did I get in without luggage?

The blizzard is forecast to last through the night.

all night?

Just stay here.She threw the newspaper into the patterned metal wastebasket, then went to the desk and called the waiter.

She ordered pea soup and a cup of hot milk.

While waiting for the food to arrive, she would call Dr. Wilbur.

Too procrastinating, really procrastinating, it took so long to contact the doctor.

Ariel was just picking up the receiver to give Wilbur's number to the hotel operator when something on the dresser caught her attention.

She looked at that thing in disbelief, and hung up the phone hastily.

On the dresser was the folder with a zipper.

On the dresser, there is also a pair of fingerless mittens and the red scarf she still wears by the elevator at Columbia University.

Frightened, she walked to the dresser, picked up the folder, and opened the zipper.

Inside were the chemistry notes she picked up and threw in the laboratory five days ago.

In the corner of the dressing table, there was another thing that she hadn't noticed before.

This is a receipt for a set of pajamas and bottoms at a department store in Philadelphia.

She has been to this store several times. It is not close to the Dalin Hotel, but it is as close as door to door when taking the subway.

The price of this set of pajamas is 6 dollars 98 cents.

Could it be that the money was paid from her wallet?
pajamas!where is it?
I can't find it in the drawer, in the closet.

She went to the bathroom to look for it.

At first I couldn't find it, but later I found it hanging on a coat hook behind the door, looking guilty.

The pajamas and pajamas were wrinkled and worn.

Is that what she wore to bed?
The pajama pants are light yellow and light green stripes, fancy and bright.

It's not her style.

She always chooses a single color, usually from light blue to dark blue.

And this set of pajama pants is the color that children like to choose.

Ariel returned to the bedroom, feeling weak in her legs.

After discovering what was on the dresser, she became even more upset.

The zippered folder seemed to stare at her, the red scarf threatened her, even the fingerless gloves seemed to point at her, as if they had the ability to move and function on their own.

There is another thing on the bedside cabinet that I haven't seen before:

A black-and-white painting of a lonely woman sitting on a cliff, facing a huge mountain that seems to be gnawing at her.

This painting was printed on letterhead provided by the Grand Forest Hotel.

Since it is in this room, it is obviously left by the author.

Who is this author?

There was a knock on the door, and the waiter put the soup and milk tray that Ariel asked for on the table.

"Are you not too hungry tonight?"

Said the skinny waiter.

He seemed to be comparing the food she asked for this time with what she had asked for before.

His voice was soft, his manner was considerate, and he seemed to know her very well.

But Ariel knew that this was the first time she had seen this person.

The waiter leaves.

Looking at the food on the tray, Ariel felt panic again, but it was different from when she saw those ugly buildings in the warehouse area.

The waiter, the woman at the desk with the hilly chest, the pajamas, the black-and-white painting of a woman on a cliff, all of this had a meaning, a terrible meaning.

Her panic in the warehouse area was due to her ignorance of what was going on.

Then I bought a newspaper and learned a little about what had happened, and panicked even more.

Knowing now with absolute certainty, the panic was incomparably greater.

That set of pajamas and that black-and-white painting spoke volumes, beyond any doubt.

Ariel gulped down the milk, pushed the soup aside, and hurriedly put on her shoes, her wet coat, her scarf, and her gloves.

She stuffed her pajamas and receipts into the folder.

She had intended to spend the night here, but, although she knew the snow was still falling and the train might be late, she had to hurry back to New York.

If she stays here, something big might happen.

Ariel Isabel Dorset knew she had to get back to New York while she was herself.

The train, these dragons that seemed to be winding in the night, fascinated her and fascinated her.

In the past, the train generally meant taking her to escape.

And this train carried her forward.

She knew she had to return to New York, not to take classes or do chemistry experiments, but to find Dr. Wilbur.

Ariel struggles to imagine what will happen while she's away from New York:

The regular appointment with the doctor every day was over. The doctor might try his best to find her. More importantly, the doctor would guess something and become frustrated with her.

Ariel pushed all these annoying thoughts aside.

Ever since she got in the car, she had been in a very calm mood and could no longer indulge in daydreams, self-blame, and regrets.

Ariel recalled her first meeting with Dr. Wilbur, thinking so intently that the train arrived at Penn Station in New York.

Ariel, 1945 years old in the summer of 22, lived with her parents (Harper and Henrietta) in an emotionally hopeless situation.

It's the end of World War II.

For Ariel, her inner world seems to be in a state of war. It is not a common neurotic problem, but a special neurotic problem. Those neurological symptoms that have tortured her since childhood have become more and more serious.

She majored in art at Midwestern Teachers College, but the college authorities actually sent her home last June, explaining:
Don't go back to college unless approved by a psychiatrist.

The college nurse, Gwen Updike, didn't dare let her get into the car alone, and accompanied her home.

Ariel had struggled to cope with her academic career. After returning home, her parents immediately became indifferent. Ariel was even more helpless in dealing with her relationship with her parents. As a result, her symptoms could only get worse.

That August, Ariel began to seriously seek resolution.

This problem has been dragging her all her life, but no one, including herself, realizes it.

With such a mood, Ariel went to see Dr. Lynn Thompson Hall for the first time.

But when talking to Dr. Hall about her mother, Arielle wished for a brief moment that he would ask about her health.

She liked the tall, soft-spoken Dr. Hall.

And she knows what she loves most about him is that he treats her like a smart adult.

But the truth is disturbing enough.

At 22, she qualified as an adult.

An IQ of 170, according to the standard, is also considered smart.

However, she never felt like an intelligent adult around her mother or even her father.

Both parents were 40 years old when she was born.

As long as she can remember, she has seen gray hair on her mother's head.

She believes that there is a generation gap between her parents and herself.

In addition, she is an only daughter, so she will always be a child in front of her parents and will never grow up.

Ariel would like to contact Dr. Hall directly.

The first time she went, she wished he'd asked her:

"What's wrong with you? How can I help you?"

This desire was intensified when I went for the second time three days later.

But her courage evaporated as she waited hour after hour in the crowded waiting room with her mother.

There was really no reason to think that Dr. Hall would ask about her condition, and she knew that.

Finally it was her mother's turn to see a doctor.

At the insistence of her mother, Ariel was always present when the doctor performed the examination.

When the mother and daughter came out of the examination room with the doctor, Dr. Hall took her aside and said:
"I would like to talk to you in the consulting room, Miss Ariel."

While Ariel followed Dr. Hall to the consulting room, her mother went to the dressing room.

Ariel was surprised that the doctor didn't talk about her mother's condition. He sat on the swivel chair, looked at Ariel, and asked straightforwardly:
"Miss Ariel, you are thin and pale, what's wrong?"

He paused and asked again:

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

What she expected to happen did happen, but she was worried.

As much as she longed for the opportunity, when it did come, it was puzzling.

How could Dr. Hall have guessed her wish?

It's unbelievable that he could instinctively hear the plea in her tightly closed heart.

People have long called him a brilliant doctor and the best physician in Omaha, but that doesn't explain everything.

(End of this chapter)