New Orleans city cemeteries are known throughout the United States, and even throughout the world.
Because the subsurface is mostly swampy, the New Orleans area mostly uses the above-ground "hanging coffin" form of burials.
The cemetery is full of various buildings of pyramid type, church type, castle type, etc., which together make it look like a "city of the dead".
Almost every family shared a cemetery, with newly entered coffins placed on the upper floor of the cemetery, and the lower floor being the remains of all the ancestors.
Really living under one roof.
It can be said that if someone hates a New Orleans person to the point where even his ancestors want to be brought to ashes, it is definitely a very easy thing to do.
Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 is one of the oldest cemeteries in New Orleans and one of the most famous cemeteries worldwide. Here one can find the burial places of many historical notables.
Among them, there is the voodoo queen Mary LaVine who is constantly being painted "X" on her tombstone.
To protect the cemetery and headstones, Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 is not open to the public for most of the time.
It's in the closures right now.
With the experience of climbing over the wall of the Pope Spring Sanctuary in the morning, the experienced Madison took Robb to a remote wall without saying a word, and easily climbed in three times and five times.
"Where will the ghost be?"
"Looking at the gloomy cemeteries against the rows of tall cemeteries, Madison eagerly looked around".
I hope you can be so brave when you really see ghosts.
After finding that he was not a girl yet, the courageous Robb touched the cross in his arms, looked at the already dim sky, and combined with the experience of not discovering anything before:
"Haunting mostly occurs at night, and the sun is about to set. Let's wait first. In addition, take advantage of this time to visit more cemeteries, where I heard there are many vampire legends."
"Vampire?" Madison's eyes lit up again, "Compared to ghosts, I would rather meet a vampire aristocrat who is well-dressed, elegant in conversation, has a handsome face, and has rich life experience accumulated over hundreds of years."
"But he'll drain your blood." Robb quipped.
Madison is looking forward to it more and more: "You can try it too. I heard that in the process of sucking blood, the pleasure is hundreds of times stronger than before."
Different from the implication of Easterners, Robb, who was already surprised by the bold style of Western girls, replied unaffected: "Do I need to prepare a large bag of paper for you?"
"Sure!" Madison blinked, "By the way, it's not worth it to rip the vampire off me just as I'm about to stop my heartbeat and just enjoy it once and die."
Robb looked "serious" and said: "No problem. When we catch a vampire, do as you say."
The two of them said something to each other, and they were all confused, but they dispersed a lot of the eerie atmosphere of "Necromancer City".
Nightfall.
Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 looks more horrifying than it does during the day.
Madison doesn't care as much anymore as she did when she first arrived.
Hearing any disturbance in the surroundings, she looked nervously and quickly.
The fighting bitch is still like this, not to mention the ordinary Robb.
He's not naturally lacking in fear like some of the novel's main characters.
Watching "ghost movies" will make his heart beat with fright. If he had not had to force himself, how could he have taken the initiative to come into contact with these hair-raising things.
Robb looked at Madison, who was clinging to himself and clasped each other's palms at some point.
I thought to myself that this time it was so right to call for help.
Not to mention anything else, having one more person around you is a great psychological comfort.
In this way, the two stay for an hour in a terrified heart in the empty cemetery.
Then.
There's no then.
Except for the occasional harassment by a gang of mosquitoes, what ghosts, vampires, zombies, Mao didn't see.
"It seems that my vampire male favorite is not available." "Madison, who has both regret and ease in his tone", shrugged.
Before he found out about the supernatural, he felt very nervous. After finding out that the supernatural was gone, Robb was very disappointed and wanted to curse his mother.
He glanced at the book of containment, which had been undisturbed.
Not the haunted sanctuary that was promised!
Why not even a ghost.
Or do you say you came at the wrong time, those ghosts, vampires and stuff that you're not interested in coming out?
Whatever the reason, Robb can only leave with Madison in the end with a lack of interest.
The two come to a French restaurant called Muriel and cope with dinner.
Although the French food here is good, it is rumored that the past owner of the restaurant, a man named Pierre-Antoine Lepady Jordan, was addicted to gambling and went bankrupt, and the ghost that has been lingering here since his suicide is still nowhere to be seen.
Robb could only hope for the last time to come to another haunted holy place that had spread so fiercely on the Internet, the Mont-Leon Hotel at 214 rue Royale in the French Quarter.
When he came here, Madison glanced at Robb in amazement and joined hands with him without refusing after thinking about it.
With Madison's money, the two open a room.
Just as the two were about to take the elevator upstairs, the door of the elevator that had just fallen opened, and a man wearing an off-season coat with his head lowered and his expression in a hurry walked out of the interior quickly without looking at the way forward, and then hit Robb.
Robb's fine, nothing.
But the man in the coat was knocked directly to the ground.
"Sir, is it okay?" Robb subconsciously wants to help.
But when he saw the man in the coat getting up without saying a word, he ignored Robb and walked out as fast as a rocket.
"This guy.
Robb retracted his palm and shook his head as he was about to walk down the stairs when he saw a luggage bag still falling on the ground.
It seems like the guy just got this thing under his arm.
Robb picked it up and kindly turned around and shouted, regardless of past grudges: "Sir, you dropped something."
I didn't expect it to be okay if I didn't say it, but when I said the man in the coat ran faster, he disappeared in an instant.
"What is going on with this person? Don't want anything of your own?" Joji Robai, who is carrying a luggage bag in his hand, is scratching his head.
Madison, who saw it, said coldly: "Have you ever thought that there would be a bomb in your bag?"
"Huh?"
Robb is confused first, then horrified.
I'll go!
Almost forgot that this is American imperialism.
Thinking of the man's hurried escape just now, he subconsciously wanted to throw away the bulging luggage bag in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, if he touched some button in the collision, what would he do if it exploded all of a sudden?
Robb, who was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, quickly looked at Madison and wanted to ask this American, who was born and raised and had seen a lot, what he could do.
"Open it first and take a look."
"It's rare, Madison, who didn't withdraw first", he said in a strange tone.