Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第633/1399页)

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    Thedoortothedipidatedtempleushedopenanduhecrestmoonashadowyfigurecouldbeseenhastilystreakingintotheroom.ItwasRichard,whohadbeentryingtotrackdownDwarfMickeyattheoldman’soldhaunts.Helookedaroundthedimlylitemptyroom,lightedonlybytwodyingdles.Hesawajugofgoodwihreequartersgone,aybowlwithssofwiinitandknewwhatmusthavehappened.DwarfMickeyandMr.Fingerhadbeenhere,drinking.Knowileman’setrichabit,hemusthavejumpedintothebowndenjoyedhisdrinklyingdown;whileDwarfMickeywouldhaveheldthejugfastinhisarmsanddrankstraightfromit.Wherecouldthetwointoxicatedpeoplehavegoo?Richardatienttotinueonhismissionandsodidnotbotherseargtheroomformoreclues,