《天堂旅館》長篇奇幻愛情小說

【三】瑪莉亞公主
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夜色沉沉，暗黑世界的天空城堡矗立於無盡黑霧之上，孤傲而神秘。宮殿大殿內，長明燭火在巨大石柱間搖曳，映照出壁上錯綜複雜的浮雕。瑪莉亞公主端坐在檀木王座上，長裙曳地，烏黑的髮絲如絲綢般滑落肩頭，五官精緻得宛如雕琢出的藝術品，卻帶著一絲難以揣測的冷豔。
她的前方，龍騎士筆直地站立，雙臂交叉於胸前，沉穩的目光掃過剛剛進入大殿的兩人。
黃立華與威爾森走至大殿中央，低頭拱手，行了一個標準的宮廷禮儀。
「參見公主陛下。」
瑪莉亞輕輕頷首，眼神如星光般微微閃爍。
黃立華直起身，沉聲道：「公主，林曉陽來到旅館了。」
聽聞此言，瑪莉亞的嘴角微微揚起，似笑非笑地說道：「很好。我們將按照原定計劃行動，先收服盤據天堂旅館的安德森手下，並將旅館作為前線指揮所，務必不讓安德森起疑。」
威爾森眉頭微蹙，語氣堅定地問道：「公主，為何不直接剷除羅伯特和他的手下？我們遲早要與安德森集團正面對決，這樣做豈不是多此一舉？」
一直沉默不語的龍騎士此時開口，語調不疾不徐，低沉而有力：「剷除羅伯特易如反掌，但這樣恐怕會走漏風聲，傳到安德森耳裡。公主的意圖是用仁德收服羅伯特，讓他心甘情願效命。」
威爾森沉思片刻，然後微微點頭，恭敬地說：「原來如此，公主考慮周全。」
瑪莉亞的視線緩緩掃過眾人，接著她幽幽地說道：「我派遣的死間從安德森基地蝙蝠城傳來消息，他們已找到那個名叫謝慧君的女孩，她現在被安德森留在身邊。」
黃立華聞言，瞳孔微縮，驚訝地脫口而出：「那麼，那女孩不也慘遭……」
瑪莉亞目光幽深，彷彿看透了命運的交錯，語氣淡然卻帶著某種堅定：「這一切都是命運之神的安排，否則林曉陽與你的孫女黃敏華將來便無法相遇。按計劃行事即可。」
黃立華眼底閃過一絲恍然，深吸一口氣，語氣凝重地說：「我明白了，公主，那麼我們就先行告辭了。」
他與威爾森再度拱手行禮，然後轉身離去。當他們的腳步聲逐漸遠去，大殿內恢復了一片壓抑的寂靜。瑪莉亞依舊端坐在王座上，指尖輕敲著扶手，嘴角浮現出一抹意味深長的微笑。

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傍晚時分，天色沉靜如湖面，暮色漸次染上玻璃窗。林曉陽踏入旅館一樓的面湖大廳，空氣裡浮動著淡淡的咖啡香與歲月沉澱的氣息。四周的壁燈投下暖黃的光影，映照著紅木傢俱的光澤，也在大廳的角落勾勒出一道人影——黃立華，正低頭沉思，手指輕敲著桌面，似乎在等待什麼。
曉陽經過自動販賣機，順手取了兩杯熱咖啡，朝他走去。杯蓋輕輕震動，洩出裊裊熱氣。
「黃立華，很高興再見到你。」曉陽微笑著，將其中一杯咖啡放在他面前。
黃立華抬頭，眼神透出一絲複雜的神色，接過咖啡，低聲說：「謝了。」
曉陽拉開椅子坐下，手指繞著杯緣摩挲了一下，開口道：「昨天晚上……我感覺像是做了一場奇怪的夢。」
話音未落，櫃台那邊傳來低語聲。一名侍者朝這邊瞥了一眼，旋即俯身在掌櫃羅伯特耳邊咬耳朵。羅伯特臉色微變，低頭撥打內線電話。
黃立華輕輕抿了一口咖啡，語氣平靜卻帶著不容忽視的警告：「小兄弟，我特地來提醒你。」
曉陽眉頭微皺，心裡升起一絲異樣的預感：「提醒我什麼？」
黃立華沒有立刻回答，而是放下咖啡杯，緩緩問道：「今天是幾月幾號？」
曉陽低頭看了眼手錶：「4月13日，星期五。」
黃立華的手指微微顫動了一下，眼神像是墜入某個遙遠的記憶深淵，他低聲說：「今晚，你不能留下來過夜。」
曉陽愣了一下，端起咖啡的手頓住：「為什麼？」
「因為……」黃立華的臉色倏地一沉，猛然低下頭，貼著桌面，手指顫抖地指向他身後。
曉陽心跳驟然加快，順著他的手勢回頭——只見四名高大壯碩的白人男子走進大廳，身上穿著潔白的醫務服，其中一人手裡拿著一件厚重的長袖白色束縛衣——精神病院專用的防護衣。
空氣瞬間變得凝滯，曉陽的喉嚨發乾，不自覺地捏緊咖啡杯。
黃立華壓低聲音，語速急促：「你還記得那幅壁畫的落款日期嗎？」
「記得……1925年4月13日。」曉陽不假思索地回答。
黃立華眼底浮現一抹陰影：「那天晚上，我遇害了。」
曉陽瞳孔微縮：「什麼？你說你遇害了？可你明明還活著……」
「來不及解釋了！」黃立華迅速伸出手，「快，在我的手掌心寫下你的名字和今天的日期！」
曉陽的心跳聲幾乎掩蓋了外界的聲音，但他的直覺告訴他——這件事遠比想像的詭異。他咬了咬牙，迅速拿起口袋裡的鋼筆，在黃立華的掌心寫下一行字。
黃立華深吸一口氣，快速囑咐：「現在，馬上去櫃台退房，趕在日落之前離開這裡！千萬別過夜！如果你想再見到我，明天回來，在大廳外的雕像園找我。到時候，看我掌心上的字，你就會明白一切。」
「但是——」
「記住！待會兒裝作不認識我，無論發生什麼事，別露出異樣的表情，我不會害你。」
話音剛落，那四名白人大漢已經逼近，三人迅速出手，將黃立華死死壓制在桌上。椅子倒地，發出刺耳的聲響。
「放開我！」黃立華憤怒地掙紮，但雙手很快被反剪在背後，防護衣迅速套上。
其中一名白人大漢轉身，對著曉陽露出職業化的微笑，用德語說：「對不起，先生，這位中國男子精神異常，我們要帶他回療養院，希望沒有驚擾到您。」曉陽心臟劇烈跳動，強自鎮定，擠出一絲勉強的微笑：「沒關係，你們忙。」
他的目光追隨著那四名壯漢，看著黃立華被推擠著拖離大廳。黃立華回頭，目光幽深，嘴唇微微張開，似乎還想說什麼……但已經被狠狠按住，消失在長廊盡頭。
曉陽感覺渾身發冷，像是有一隻無形的手，從後頸爬上來，直逼頭皮。
他轉身狂奔回房間，顫抖著靠近那幅壁畫，目光迅速搜尋著——當他的視線落在左下角，那群紳士中，他看見了黃立華！
而黃立華的眼珠子……竟然在緩緩地轉動！
恐懼瞬間化作狂潮，席捲曉陽的理智，他顫抖著收拾行李，幾乎是用撞的衝出房門。
大廳內，羅伯特目送他走向櫃台，嘴角微微勾起。
曉陽繳費、退房、歇斯底里地衝出旅館，直奔停車場。他一把將行李丟上副駕駛座，顫抖著發動引擎，踩下油門，飛速駛離這座詭異的「天堂旅館」，以及那片名為「忘卻森林」的禁地。
當車子駛出桃花心木林，他回頭望了一眼——
整座森林，已被濃重的山嵐吞噬，化為一片幽冥之境。

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房車緩緩駛入環湖公路旁的一個小餐廳停車場。周圍綠樹成蔭，湖面如鏡，偶爾有幾隻水鳥掠過。林曉陽推開車門，邁步走向餐廳，他的腳步有些沉重，似乎思緒還停留在黃昏的某個瞬間。餐廳內的空氣彌漫著烤麵包和咖啡的香味，溫暖的燈光映射在木質桌椅上，營造出一種寧靜而舒適的氛圍。林曉陽走到櫃檯前點了份套餐，然後隨意找了個角落坐下。
正當他從包裡拿出手機準備查看郵件時，一陣輕盈的腳步聲打破沉寂。威爾森出現在餐廳門口，手裡端著一杯冒著熱氣的咖啡，輕鬆地走向林曉陽。威爾森穿著深色西裝，領帶隨意地鬆開了一些，給人一種不拘小節的感覺。他微微一笑，目光中似乎帶著幾分玩味和期待。
「很高興再次見到你。」 威爾森毫不客氣地坐下，把咖啡放在桌上，動作流暢且自然。
林曉陽抬起頭，微微一笑，放下手中的手機，「你怎麼來了？」 他低沉的聲音裡帶著一絲疑問，同時不自覺地往後一靠，雙臂交叉在胸前，似乎有些防備。
威爾森看了看他，並不在意林曉陽的警覺，「你為什麼離開了酒店？」 他的眼神變得有些認真，語氣中帶著明顯的關切。林曉陽不答反問，眼神沉思了一會兒，嘴角微微上揚，「我昨天遇到了黃立華，期間發生了一些事。」 他的語氣有些低沉，腦海裡的影像瞬間拉回剛才那些讓人不愉快的事情。威爾森皺了皺眉，停頓了一下，慢慢放下手中的咖啡杯，微微傾身，眼神更加銳利，「發生了什麼事？告訴我」 他略微前傾，身體語言顯示出他對林曉陽的事情非常感興趣。
林曉陽歎了口氣，目光一時間有些迷離。他不自覺地撫摸著杯子邊緣，像是在思考是否該繼續說下去，「原來你會中文。」他苦笑了一下，眼中閃過一絲無奈，「黃立華告訴我今晚必須離開那兒，因為如果不走，我可能會有危險。剛才他特地通知我離開，結果被酒店的保安給帶走了。」()他頓了頓，歎了口氣，眉頭緊鎖，像是在思索接下來該說些什麼。
威爾森聽完，神色微變，他的眉頭緊蹙，眼中流露出一絲驚訝與警覺。「哇！我明白了。那家酒店不行，裡面的人…」 他沉聲說道，目光不自覺地掃向窗外。
曉陽略顯緊張地低下頭，雙手微微交握在桌面上，「你知道那家酒店的什麼事嗎？」 他的聲音有些急切，眼神警覺地盯著威爾森。威爾森深深地吸了口氣，抬眼看向林曉陽，目光變得複雜，
「我知道一些關於那家酒店的事。他現在可能有危險。」 他直視著林曉陽，眼神裡有一種說不清的擔憂。
林曉陽的表情驟然變得緊繃，雙手微微握拳，低聲說道：「我們得幫他脫離危險。我覺得那家旅館很不對勁。」 他語氣堅定，雙眼透著決心，似乎已經做出決定。
威爾森輕輕拍了拍林曉陽的肩膀，露出一個安慰的微笑：「別擔心，我會處理這個的。」他的聲音平靜，卻帶著一種讓人信服的力量。林曉陽點了點頭，雖然臉上依舊有些焦慮，但眼中閃爍著一絲信任。他們默默地對視著，氣氛變得更加沉靜而堅定。

[3] Princess Maria

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Night had fallen heavily. The Sky Castle of the Dark World stood above the endless black mist, solitary and mysterious. Inside the palace's grand hall, ever-burning candles flickered between enormous stone pillars, illuminating the intricate reliefs carved into the walls. Princess Maria sat upright on a sandalwood throne, her long gown trailing onto the floor. Her jet-black hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders like silk. Her features were so exquisite that she looked like a work of art carved by a master sculptor, yet there was an alluring coldness about her that was difficult to read.

Before her, the Dragon Knight stood straight, his arms crossed over his chest, his steady gaze sweeping over the two men who had just entered the grand hall.

“Your Highness, Princess.”

Huang Lihua straightened and said in a deep voice, “Princess, Lin Xiaoyang has arrived at the hotel.”

Upon hearing this, the corners of Maria's lips lifted slightly. With a faint, inscrutable smile, she said, “Good. We will proceed according to the original plan. First, we will bring Anderson's men who are occupying Paradise Inn under our control and use the hotel as a forward command post. Above all, we must not arouse Anderson's suspicions.”

Wilson frowned slightly and asked firmly, “Princess, why don't we simply eliminate Robert and his men? We will have to confront the Anderson Group sooner or later. Wouldn't this just be unnecessary?”

The Dragon Knight, who had remained silent until then, spoke at last. His voice was calm, unhurried, deep, and powerful.

“Eliminating Robert would be easy, but that might cause word to get out and reach Anderson's ears. The Princess intends to win Robert over through benevolence, so that he will willingly pledge his loyalty and serve her.”

Wilson pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly and said respectfully, “I see. Your Highness has thought of everything.”

Maria's gaze slowly swept across the others before she spoke in a quiet voice.

“The dead drop agent I sent infiltrated Anderson's base, Bat Castle, and has sent word that they have found the girl named Xie Hui-jun. She is now being kept at Anderson's side.”

Hearing this, Huang Lihua's pupils contracted slightly, and he blurted out in surprise, “Then, hasn't that girl also suffered...?”

Maria's gaze grew deep, as though she could see through the tangled threads of fate. Her tone was calm, yet carried a certain firmness.

“This is all the arrangement of the God of Fate. Otherwise, Lin Xiaoyang and your granddaughter, Huang Minhua, would never be able to meet in the future. Just proceed according to plan.”

A look of sudden understanding flashed through Huang Lihua's eyes. He drew a deep breath and said solemnly, “I understand, Princess. Then we will take our leave for now.”

He and Wilson bowed with their hands clasped once more, then turned and left. As their footsteps gradually faded away, the grand hall once again fell into an oppressive silence. Maria remained seated on her throne, lightly tapping her fingertips against the armrest, a meaningful smile slowly appearing at the corners of her lips.

### 8

Toward evening, the sky was as still as the surface of a lake, and twilight gradually spread across the glass windows. Lin Xiaoyang stepped into the lake-facing lobby on the first floor of the hotel. The air carried a faint aroma of coffee and the atmosphere of years gone by. Warm yellow light from the wall lamps fell across the polished redwood furniture, while in one corner of the lobby it outlined a figure—Huang Lihua, who was sitting with his head lowered in thought, lightly tapping his fingers on the table as though waiting for something.

Xiaoyang passed by the vending machine, casually took two cups of hot coffee, and walked toward him. The lids trembled slightly, releasing wisps of steam.

“Huang Lihua, I'm glad to see you again.” Xiaoyang smiled as he placed one of the cups of coffee in front of him.

Huang Lihua looked up. There was a complicated expression in his eyes. He took the coffee and said quietly, “Thanks.”

Xiaoyang pulled out a chair and sat down. He rubbed his finger along the rim of the cup for a moment before saying, “Last night... I felt as though I had a strange dream.”

Before he could finish speaking, a whisper came from the front desk. One of the attendants glanced in their direction, then immediately leaned over and whispered into the ear of Robert, the innkeeper. Robert's expression changed slightly as he lowered his head and dialed an internal phone line.

Huang Lihua took a small sip of coffee and said calmly, yet with an unmistakable warning in his voice, “Young man, I came here specifically to warn you.”

Xiaoyang frowned slightly, a strange premonition rising in his heart. “Warn me about what?”

Huang Lihua did not answer immediately. Instead, he set down his coffee cup and slowly asked, “What is today's date?”

Xiaoyang looked down at his watch. “April 13. Friday.”

Huang Lihua's fingers trembled slightly. His eyes seemed to sink into the depths of some distant memory. He said quietly, “You can't stay here overnight tonight.”

Xiaoyang froze for a moment, the hand holding his coffee coming to a halt. “Why?”

“Because...” Huang Lihua's expression suddenly darkened. He abruptly lowered his head, pressed close to the table, and pointed behind Xiaoyang with a trembling finger.

Xiaoyang's heart suddenly began to race. Following his gesture, he turned around—only to see four tall, heavily built white men entering the lobby. They were dressed in spotless medical uniforms, and one of them was carrying a heavy, long-sleeved white restraint garment—a protective garment used in psychiatric hospitals.

The air instantly seemed to solidify. Xiaoyang's throat went dry, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the coffee cup.

Huang Lihua lowered his voice and spoke rapidly. “Do you still remember the date inscribed on that mural?”

“I remember... April 13, 1925.” Xiaoyang answered without hesitation.

A shadow appeared in Huang Lihua's eyes. “That was the night I was killed.”

Xiaoyang's pupils contracted slightly. “What? You said you were killed? But you're obviously still alive...”

“There's no time to explain!” Huang Lihua quickly reached out his hand. “Hurry. Write your name and today's date in the palm of my hand!”

Xiaoyang's heartbeat nearly drowned out all the sounds around him, but his instincts told him that this was far stranger than he could have imagined. He gritted his teeth, quickly took the fountain pen from his pocket, and wrote a line of words in Huang Lihua's palm.

Huang Lihua drew a deep breath and quickly instructed him, “Now, go to the front desk and check out immediately. Leave before sunset! Whatever you do, don't stay overnight! If you want to see me again, come back tomorrow and find me in the sculpture garden outside the lobby. When you see the words written in the palm of my hand, you'll understand everything.”

“But—”

“Remember! In a moment, pretend you don't know me. No matter what happens, don't show any unusual expression. I won't hurt you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the four white men had already closed in. Three of them swiftly grabbed Huang Lihua and pinned him firmly against the table. A chair toppled to the floor with a piercing crash.

“Let me go!” Huang Lihua struggled furiously, but his hands were soon forced behind his back, and the protective garment was quickly put on him.

One of the white men turned toward Xiaoyang and gave him a professional smile. In German, he said, “I'm sorry, sir. This Chinese man is mentally unstable. We need to take him back to the sanatorium. We hope we haven't disturbed you.”

Xiaoyang's heart pounded violently. Forcing himself to remain calm, he managed a strained smile. “It's all right. Go ahead.”

His eyes followed the four burly men as they pushed and dragged Huang Lihua away from the lobby. Huang Lihua looked back. His gaze was deep, and his lips parted slightly, as though he still wanted to say something... but he was already being held down and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xiaoyang felt cold all over, as though an invisible hand were crawling up from the back of his neck toward his scalp.

He turned and ran back to his room. Trembling, he approached the mural and quickly searched it with his eyes. When his gaze fell on the lower left corner, among the group of gentlemen, he saw Huang Lihua!

And Huang Lihua's eyes... were actually moving slowly!

Fear instantly surged like a tidal wave, sweeping away Xiaoyang's reason. Trembling, he hurriedly packed his luggage and practically crashed through the door.

In the lobby, Robert watched him walk toward the front desk, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upward.

Xiaoyang paid his bill, checked out, and hysterically rushed out of the hotel, heading straight for the parking lot. He threw his luggage onto the passenger seat, trembling as he started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away from the strange “Paradise Inn” and the forbidden territory known as the “Forgotten Forest.”

When the car emerged from the mahogany forest, he looked back—

The entire forest had already been swallowed by the dense mountain mist, transformed into a realm of the underworld.

### 9

The motorhome slowly pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant beside the road that circled the lake. Green trees shaded the surrounding area, and the lake was as smooth as a mirror. Occasionally, a few waterbirds skimmed across its surface. Lin Xiaoyang opened the car door and walked toward the restaurant. His steps were somewhat heavy, as though his thoughts were still trapped in a moment from dusk.

Inside the restaurant, the air was filled with the aroma of toasted bread and coffee. Warm light reflected off the wooden tables and chairs, creating a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere. Lin Xiaoyang walked to the counter, ordered a set meal, and then casually found a seat in a corner.

Just as he took his phone out of his bag to check his email, a light sound of footsteps broke the silence. Wilson appeared at the restaurant entrance, holding a steaming cup of coffee and walking casually toward Lin Xiaoyang.

Wilson was dressed in a dark suit, with his tie loosened slightly, giving him a relaxed, unconstrained appearance. He smiled faintly, with a hint of amusement and anticipation in his eyes.

“It's good to see you again.”

Without ceremony, Wilson sat down and placed his coffee on the table, his movements smooth and natural.

Lin Xiaoyang looked up and smiled slightly. He put down his phone. “What brings you here?” His deep voice carried a hint of uncertainty. At the same time, he instinctively leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as though somewhat guarded.

Wilson looked at him and paid no attention to Xiaoyang's wariness. “Why did you leave the hotel?” His expression became more serious, and his tone carried obvious concern.

Instead of answering, Lin Xiaoyang asked in return. After a moment of thought, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “I met Huang Lihua yesterday. Some things happened while we were there.”

His voice was somewhat low, and the images in his mind instantly returned to the unpleasant events that had just occurred.

Wilson frowned, paused for a moment, then slowly set down his coffee cup and leaned forward slightly. His gaze grew sharper. “What happened? Tell me.”

He leaned forward slightly, his body language showing how intensely interested he was in what had happened to Lin Xiaoyang.

Lin Xiaoyang sighed, his gaze becoming somewhat unfocused for a moment. He unconsciously stroked the rim of his cup, as though considering whether he should continue.

“So you speak Chinese.” He gave a bitter smile, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. “Huang Lihua told me I had to leave that place tonight, because if I didn't, I might be in danger. He specifically came to warn me to leave, but then the hotel security guards took him away.”

He paused, sighed, and frowned deeply, as though thinking about what he should say next.

After hearing this, Wilson's expression changed slightly. His brows drew tightly together, and surprise and vigilance appeared in his eyes.

“Wow! I understand. That hotel is no good. The people inside...” he said in a low voice, his gaze unconsciously shifting toward the window.

Xiaoyang lowered his head, visibly tense, his hands lightly clasped together on the tabletop. “Do you know something about that hotel?” His voice was somewhat urgent, and his wary eyes fixed on Wilson.

Wilson took a deep breath and looked up at Lin Xiaoyang. His gaze became complicated.

“I know something about that hotel. He may be in danger now.” He looked directly at Lin Xiaoyang, a kind of indescribable concern in his eyes.
Lin Xiaoyang's expression suddenly became tense. His hands tightened slightly into fists as he said in a low voice, “We have to get him out of danger. I feel like something is very wrong with that hotel.” His tone was firm, and determination showed in his eyes, as though he had already made up his mind.

Wilson gently patted Lin Xiaoyang on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don't worry. I'll take care of this.” His voice was calm, yet carried a strength that inspired confidence.

Lin Xiaoyang nodded. Although there was still some anxiety on his face, a trace of trust flickered in his eyes. They silently looked at each other, and the atmosphere became even quieter and more resolute.