Boss Song has installed pinhole-cameras in his small hotel, he likes to peek at other people's **, and has maintained this habit for more than ten years. This is his secret and his space.

Over the years, he has met all kinds of people through the monitor. There are couples who love deeply, politicians who like to steal, women who have no choice but to sell themselves, and even husbands who have unique fetishes. Because everyone will have a different life, there are countless kinds of things. But most of them are so ordinary and ordinary, Boss Song can often see the same shadow in them.

Of course, it's easy to lose interest after a long peek, it's a bit boring, and he needs some new excitement.

"I've never seen a robber who has absconded..."Boss Song rubbed his hands together and looked excited. In his mind, he had identified the man who was staying tonight as a robber. His logic is also very simple, if it is not for the robbery of a large sum of money, why would he be so generous, and why would he run to such a remote suburban hotel, not daring to let people see his face?

In addition to this possibility, Boss Song really can't think of any other explanation. If a person is willing to endure hardship while waving a large amount of money, it can only be said that he is a poor person in the first place, and the ticket in his hand is not coming from the right way.

Boss Song had some expectations in his heart, what kind of scene would he see in his room? Will he hide in the room to count the banknotes, or count the few bullets left in the gun? He suddenly remembered that this mysterious guest did not bring a box when he checked in, and suddenly felt that his logic seemed to be a little insufficient.

"Hide your money somewhere else. Boss Song muttered in his mouth, skillfully moving the mouse. The screen on the computer monitor jumped, and then the little couple who slept in each other jumped to room 302.

In order to satisfy his unique hobbies, Boss Song also invested enough money on this set of peeking equipment, making the video picture very clear.

However, when the scene shifts to room 302, it suddenly darkens, and it is obvious that the mysterious tenant did not turn on the lights.

Boss Song narrowed his eyes and reached out to dim the lights in the basement so that he could see more clearly.

However, he was extremely disappointed in an instant, and there was only an empty bed in the picture, and there was no one.

"Where did the people go?" Boss Song thought for a moment, and suddenly noticed that the lower left corner of the video was a little bright. He knew a lot about the type of room in his hotel, and the place where the light came from was the bathroom. The house wasn't that big, with a small hallway, a bedroom and an indoor bathroom. If the man is not in the bedroom, it can only be in the bathroom.

Rubbing his chin with his fingers, Boss Song hesitated for a moment. Although he doesn't have the bad taste of peeking at men going to the toilet, he is quite curious about the mysterious tenant. Since the first computer was used to monitor the bedroom, he couldn't help but reach for the second computer and turn it on.

The boot speed was very fast, and Boss Song still skillfully opened the software and connected the video content to the bathroom in room 302.

The lights were on in the bathroom, so this time the content was very clear.

Boss Song outrageously installed three pinhole probes in the bathroom, one above the bathroom, one above the toilet, and the other nailed to the bathroom in the gap between the frame of the mirror on the wall.

His first view began in the mirror, and he only saw the back of a man with his head wrapped in a thick blanket, and he sat on the toilet and shivered uncontrollably, like shivering under the cold wind. There was a gurgling sound of teeth clattering from his mouth, like a moan.

"What the hell...," Boss Song scolded with a dark face, "This bastard shouldn't be in Lao Tzu's hotel... Since you are so rich, you will die if you call a chicken. ”

This state of the mysterious man can indeed arouse extremely bad associations.

Boss Song cursed in a low voice, he originally planned to turn off the computer and go to sleep, but suddenly and habitually moved the mouse and switched the second perspective of the bathroom.

This time, the video footage is projected from the roof above the toilet.

Boss Song glanced at it lightly, and then his whole body froze suddenly.

The mysterious tenant was indeed trembling. The toilet lid was not lifted, and he sat on it, his hands tightly gripping the thick blanket, I don't know whether it was stuffy or painful, and the woman's white and slender hands were covered with sweat. And at this moment, on the yellowed floor tiles under his feet, a large pool of red blood had gathered.

"He's injured!" this thought quickly flashed through Boss Song's mind, and the unpleasantness just now was swept away in an instant.

He was very happy that he had finally seen something different, but at this moment, Boss Song would never have thought that what he saw in this man was far from being a so-called stimulus, but a nightmare.

The mysterious tenant sat on the toilet and shivered for a long time, and Boss Song pressed the video button, and after watching it for a while, he felt bored. While he was drowsy, the man suddenly got up and walked to the mirror.

Boss Song trembled with excitement, changed the perspective of the monitor again, and poured his eyes on the man's head, which was tightly wrapped in a thick blanket. At the same time, he subconsciously reached out and felt in his pocket, took out the wanted notices and flattened them in his hand. I wanted to wait for the man to lift the blanket to see if the mysterious tenant would be one of the wanted people.

The man stood silently in front of the mirror, not moving. His gaze crawled out of the gap in the blanket that wrapped his head like a poisonous snake spitting out a core, and stared at himself in the mirror. Boss Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he couldn't help but be a little lucky, fortunately, the pinhole-camera angle was on the side, and there was no line of sight for the man.

Boss Song blinked nervously, just at this moment, the man on the screen had suddenly lifted the blanket that wrapped his head, revealing his true face.

"Ahh At the same time, he sat unsteadily, fell from the chair diagonally, and sat on the ground with his eyes still full of horror, looking like he had seen a ghost.

In fact, at this moment, Boss Song really thought that he had seen a ghost.

This unusually mysterious tenant has no face!

His forehead, cheeks, and chin were all scarlet facial muscles, most of which had been frozen in dried blood, taking on a terrifying black-red color. The eyeballs bulged outward, and the corners of the eyes were surrounded by dark blue blood vessels, and the temples were pounding non-stop. The location of the nose exposes the whitish cartilage, as well as two holes embedded in the flat plane. The unusually obvious muscle fibers twisted and covered the whole face, making people can't help but tumble and almost nauseate.

Even across the screen, Boss Song seemed to smell the strong smell of blood.

The mysterious man bared his teeth at the mirror, making the two rows of neat teeth that were not wrapped in lips also reveal a strange horror. He had a look of resentment in his eyes, and then carefully unbuttoned his blood-soaked shirt and took it off.

His chest, abdomen, was covered with more than a dozen horrific scars, and even one intestine hung down to the outside of his stomach.

Gritting his teeth, the man turned on the faucet and washed his hands, then held his intestine and stuffed it back into his abdomen.

He let out a low groan of pain, and after doing so, finally let out a long sigh of relief. With his hands together, he took a handful of water under the faucet and gently teased it on his terrifying face.

"Ahh

As soon as the water touched his cheek, the man screamed in pain, and at the same time his body fell backwards, and the back of his head slammed against the wall of the bathroom, touching the wound on the back of his head, and he let out an even more heart-rending howl.

Boss Song was awakened by this scream, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling violently, and his cheeks twisted from extreme horror. He only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the clothes on his body had already been soaked with cold sweat.

Supporting his body with both hands, Boss Song got up from the ground extremely reluctantly, turned off the computer screen tremblingly, and staggered all the way out of the basement. He forgot to close the entrance to the floor, and fell headfirst on the bed, his body curled up.

How he wished it was a nightmare.

Boss Song's body also began to tremble, and after a long time, he finally calmed down. Lying in bed for a long time, he was frightened on the one hand, and on the other hand, out of the inferiority of peeking, he developed a strong curiosity about the terrifying tenant.

The outside had already begun to brighten, and Boss Song couldn't help but get up from the bed, got under the bed again, entered the basement, and turned on the computer again.

By this time the man had moved to the bedroom, and he sat in a chair and gulped down the leftovers that had cooled. The muscles of the face wriggled between the bites of the teeth, like maggots writhing their bodies...

Boss Song stared at the computer screen quietly, and a strange feeling that had never been felt before in his heart. Trembling and euphoria mingled in his mind, tugging at his tense heartstrings all the time.

For a moment, Boss Song had a strong impulse in his heart, he wanted to call the police and let the police come to find out the details of this man. However, after a long hesitation, he gave up on the idea. In addition to the fact that he wanted to observe the mysterious man's selfishness alone, Boss Song had another concern.

If the police are called, the police will launch a search and reveal the secret they have hidden for many years. Walking in this world is difficult enough, and Boss Song doesn't want to build an insurmountable barrier for himself.