Knock knock!

"Who?" The knock on the door rang for a long time before a lazy voice sounded slowly, and the innkeeper rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the house.

"Boss, open the door!" a hoarse voice sounded outside the door.

"Oh, it's almost dawn," the boss turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, the hands had already passed five o'clock in the morning.

The guy outside the door became more and more impatient: "Open the door!

"Okay, don't be so angry. "No one will refuse a profitable deal, let alone a small hotel with few guests in the suburbs of Gangbei. The boss hurriedly walked over and opened the roller shutter door, intending to welcome the guests outside.

It was still dawn outside, and in the middle of nowhere, it was dark in the middle of nowhere.

Halfway through the opening of the roller shutter door, the boss bent down and asked, "Can you drill through your cat's waist?" It's not dawn yet, and I don't plan to open the door yet. ”

"Hmm. The man outside replied in a deep voice, and then a figure leaned in from under the roller shutter.

The boss looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Judging from his body shape, it was a young man standing in front of him, but at the moment the latter was tightly wrapped in a thick blanket, covering his entire head.

"What are you doing with a blanket this summer?" the innkeeper couldn't help but have a puzzled face, "Cover it so tightly, is it hot?"

"Less nonsense, open me a room. The man scolded in annoyance.

"This," the boss smiled, "brother, you'd better change it." ”

"What do you mean?"

The boss took a half step back and waved his hand: "You look like this, I really don't dare to let you live here." ”

"I don't have good skin and can't see the light. ”

"It's not a contagious disease, is it?" the boss was taken aback and waved his hand repeatedly, "That's even worse, if you infect other tenants, I'll be responsible." Forget it, you better go. ”

"It's not contagious, it's just that you can't see the light. ”

"Don't say anything, please leave. The boss stretched out his hand and pointed out the door, "It's not easy for me to do business, be considerate." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thick wad of banknotes was handed to the innkeeper: "Let's be considerate of each other." ”

"This—" The innkeeper stared at the pile of bills tightly, hesitated for a moment, and then took it with a smile, "It's not easy to go out, it's easy to talk about." Take out your ID card, and I'll do the registration. ”

"No ID. ”

The innkeeper looked bitter: "Brother, aren't you kidding me? You don't even have an ID card, and you won't even let me see your face, if you rush to the police station to investigate, you will be fined." ”

"You have to figure it out. As he spoke, the man handed another wad of bills to the innkeeper.

"Well, money can make ghosts grind. After all, no one will have trouble with the banknotes, the innkeeper sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "In this way, if the police station comes to check, I will say that you are my nephew, understand? ”

"Understood. ”

"Well, let me see. Room No. 1 on the third floor, in the innermost part of the corridor, and there are no tenants on the third floor yet. ”

"Very good. The man seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief.

The boss went around behind the counter, ticked the notebook with a ballpoint pen, then rummaged through the drawer and handed over a key: "Oh, give you the key, you can go upstairs and rest." ”

"Thank you. The man thanked him unexpectedly, paused slightly, and said, "Prepare something to eat for me, help me bring it upstairs, and the price will be double for you." ”

The innkeeper twisted his eyebrows: "Oops, it's this time, only leftovers from last night." ”

"Okay, get me upstairs. The man said, and with the creak of the wooden staircase in disrepair, his body shook and disappeared into the shadows at the corner of the staircase.

"Where does this kid come from, he is so rich, and he doesn't make people look at his face, so he can't be a robber. The innkeeper muttered under his finger and flipped through the thick stack of notebooks on his right, pulling out a few recently issued wanted notices.

"Robberies, murders... The boss picked up the wanted warrant and looked at it, then sighed, "No, it's a Humpty Dumpty man..."

Squinting his eyes, the innkeeper put the wanted notices upside down on the counter, turned around and walked slowly into the kitchen, filled some leftovers from last night, lit the stove to heat, and then loaded them in trays, and carefully stepped on the stairs to the third floor.

Standing in front of the door of room 301, the innkeeper held his breath, put his ear close to the door, and listened quietly.

There was no sound in the house, as if no one lived in it.

"Who's outside. The cold voice suddenly sounded from the house, the innkeeper's face changed suddenly, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and he hurriedly said: "Rice... The meal is here!"

"Put it at the door. ”

"Oh, okay, you eat slowly. Bending down and placing the tray at the door, the innkeeper turned and walked briskly downstairs with a blushing face. Standing in front of the counter on the first floor, propped up on his waist with one hand, taking small breaths, still palpitating.

The change just now made the innkeeper already sleepy. By human nature, he was curious about the mysterious tenant in Room 301.

After hesitating for a while, the innkeeper grabbed the wanted bounty issued by the Gangbei police on the counter, rolled them up casually and stuffed them into his pocket, and turned around and went back to the house.

The innkeeper, surnamed Song, is in his early forties and has severe hair loss. Although he is not a rich man, he also has a small industry. Boss Song has been running this small hotel for more than ten years, even if he can't make a lot of money, but after all, he has a house and a car, and the economic conditions are relatively good. But to this day, Boss Song is still a bachelor.

He has participated in many blind dates and met many women who are interested in him. There are women in this world who pursue romance, but there are also women who seek stability. Although Boss Song is not good-looking and sleek, he is economical and applicable, and he is a reliable object that can give him a life guarantee for the rest of his life.

is in his forties, and Boss Song also wants to marry a wife, have children, and pass on the lineage. But after a short period of contact, Boss Song stayed away from those women who had a good impression, and even pulled their phone numbers into the blacklist. This doesn't mean that he's not interested in women, it's just that he doesn't like people getting a glimpse of his life.

Boss Song has a secret that only he knows.

Now he had entered his room and bolted the door firmly. He stood behind the door for a while, and hung a small brass lock on the latch, but it did not lock the lock.

The room where Boss Song lives is behind the counter, and on the left and right sides of this room are the bathroom and kitchen for his own use. Water on one side and fire on the other is quite unlucky in feng shui, but the old-fashioned houses in Gangbei are basically constructed in this way.

Walk through the hallway at the bottom of the stairs to the dining room at the back of the room, where a small window connects to the kitchen, and if guests order food in the dining room, they will hand it out when it is ready. Boss Song invited a young man to stir-fry in the kitchen, and occasionally let him do odd jobs, but never let him into his house.

This is the overall layout of the first floor of the small hotel, and it is also the truth that most people see, but only Boss Song knows in his heart that in his room, there is actually a basement.

Now Boss Song closed the door and turned around and walked into the house. He passed a row of shelves for hanging clothes, a red-lacquered table full of miscellaneous items, and when he lifted the curtains, he saw his spacious double bed. The thick mattress looked unusually fluffy, revealing a luxury that was disproportionate to the rest of the room.

Stretching out a hand and pressing it on the bed, Boss Song took off his faded shirt outside and only wore a washed yellowed vest.

He strangely didn't go to bed, but he got under the bed with a bone.

It's been a long time since the floor, and I can't remember when it was last waxed, but it's still shiny. Boss Song squeezed under the bed with his hands and feet, stretched out two fingers and touched the ground, and then cut into two small holes.

It was two round holes, just big enough for two fingers to poke into.

With a soft click, something in the round hole was poked into by Boss Song, and then with a force of his wrist, he pushed the floor out of the ground, revealing a boxy cement hole under it, from which a dim light came out.

Licking his lips slightly, Boss Song turned around, supported the hole with his two hands, and poked his legs in.

The basement is only four or five meters away from the surface, which is not deep. Boss Song's two feet quickly touched the ground, he stood firm, looked around the room that was only more than ten square meters, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the corner of the basement are a few mottled benches with three exceptionally new desktop computers on them. One of the computers was on, and the screen was playing on it. It was a young couple who were not an inch, hugging each other and sleeping.

Boss Song glanced lightly at the computer screen, and he knew that this was the tenant who moved in on the second floor tonight. Even without these pictures, through their shouts that lasted all night and even reached the first floor, Boss Song also knew what they were doing in the house.

If it were on weekdays, Boss Song would definitely call up the automatically recorded video to enjoy the enthusiasm of this young man and woman, but tonight he was much less evil, just because a tenant who made him more curious arrived.

"Let me see you for what you really are. ”