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The light was dimming when the sharp tone of a saxophone rose. A band—formed by a zombie with an exposed brain, a mummy with a bloody mouth, a clown with a drooping left eye, and an alien with a bulbous head—took the stage. Their music made the whole place go wild. “Let’s finish the heart,…

The lights were twinkling, and several bats flew above the building occasionally. The main structure of the Dressrious Salon was wreathed in mist. Vampires, monsters, killer clowns, and all different kinds of macabre creatures surged inside. It was finally Halloween party time. This year, thanks to the shocking death of the Ambassador of the Frankish…

Snow woke up, relieved to see she was surrounded by friends. “It worked! Did the FBI leave?” she asked, sitting up immediately. “Yes, they left. Let’s hope they closed the case,” Madame Perrault said, sitting beside her. “I don’t want to spoil the fun, but I think we have to continue pretending Snow is dead,”…

In the Reading Room, things were not going as Madame Perrault planned. She recounted her suffering, telling the two FBI agents how much she hated her unfaithful husband, especially after he beat her. She cursed him, praying to the Gods to punish him, and when no deity answered, she decided to kill him herself. “Why…

“Madame, with all due respect, may I ask—” Report Man began, his doubts visible, but Madame Perrault cut him off. “I shall tell more to the FBI, not to you.” She stood up. “I will change clothes first, then I will plead guilty to the FBI. I hope they’re still downstairs.” They all stood, ready…

“It can’t be. She’s kind to everyone,” Ali shook his head firmly. “In fact, she’s a good friend of Madame Perrault.” “Even so, she might have seen something. We need to talk to her,” Spion insisted. “Where is she now?” Trevor asked, trying not to sound too demanding. “She’s in a private room on the…

Ali wasn’t standing at the door of the Reading Room. “It’s locked,” Report Man said, trying to push the dark ebony macassar door. “They must be done with interviews.” “He might be in his office. Let’s go to the basement,” Spion suggested, leading the way. The lights in the basement hallway flickered on, responding to…

Trevor stared at the video clip on his phone. It was only 86 seconds long, recorded by a static camera in the left corner of the Premium Zone. There was no audio, and with so many people passing, it was hard to see them clearly on the phone’s small screen. Trevor zoomed, moving the frame,…

The Reading Room was bathed in a soft, quiet glow. Two tables stood in the middle. Agent Mulder sat opposite an empty chair at one, and Agent Scully sat at the other, a laptop screen illuminating her face. Mulder’s table held papers, a notebook, a pen, and a used coffee cup. “Relax,” Ali whispered to…