He also thought that maybe the hotel staff had started to put on a show, deliberately scaring the guests. Closing the door, Mr. Du came back and continued to write his travelogue, sat down in a chair, and was about to record it, but found that the editing interface of the blog post was blank, and the words and pictures he had just typed were all gone, leaving only three lonely words: "Get out." ”

Mr. Du was shocked, and immediately remembered that many blog software have an auto-save function, so he quickly found the option button and clicked "Resume editing", and sure enough, those pictures and texts just now are still there, but there are only two paragraphs and a picture missing.

This made Mr. Du breathe a sigh of relief, it was really strange, did I delete it myself just now? Even if I accidentally deleted it, it would be impossible to empty all the contents, right? And even if it was emptied, it was estimated that the website system was wrong, but where did the words "get out" come from? Mr. Du suddenly thought that a friend had said that the kind of software that can remotely monitor and manipulate other people's computer systems can be realized by implanting Trojan horses, and some can be achieved through networking. Seeing that the notebook was plugged into the network cable, needless to say, it was deliberately done by the hotel.

What a book, Mr. Du scolded in his heart, I didn't expect the hotel to find an IT person to come up with this kind of program on the Internet, which can monitor the computers of the guests in room 1514. He was a little angry, he didn't care about ghosts before, but now his behavior is suspected of violating the privacy of others, how can he break the law for the sake of gimmicks?

He was very angry, and stood in the room and said loudly: "What kind of bullshit is haunted? It's all fucking pretending to be a ghost and scaring me? You're still early! Let me get out, I don't know who to get out, see if I don't complain to your leaders, so you can't eat and go around!" Since it can be saved automatically, Mr. Du no longer worries, first manually emptying the content of the blog post, typing the words "get out", and then taking a photo with his mobile phone. Restore the content and record these two vignettes.

"The strange thing finally came out, just a minute ago, I heard someone outside twisting the door lock, I went over and opened the door and there was nothing outside. The strangest thing is not this, but when I come back. The text and pictures just entered on the screen are gone, and only these three words remain. What does that mean, who told me to get out?

Mr. Du is very thoughtful, of course, he can't say that he suspects that an insider did it, but deliberately looks a little scared, so that it looks more real. He felt that if he wrote from a perspective that he was not afraid at all, he would not achieve the best effect, and that it would only be interesting to show that he was both curious and afraid, and that he was more daring than ordinary people.

At this point, he began to hesitate, whether to make it up at random himself, or to sleep first and write it tomorrow. Because he didn't know what other demon moths the hotel staff would come up with, even if it was fake, it was more realistic than what he made up, and maybe there would be unexpected surprises. So, Mr. Du decided to go to bed first and talk about it tomorrow. So he turned off his computer and went into the bathroom to wash up. brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a bath, wiped his hair and walked out, and by the light of the bathroom, he saw that the quilt on the bed was obviously raised, and it seemed that there were people lying inside. Mr. Du hurriedly stopped, thinking that he was dazzled, and took a few steps closer, and there was indeed someone lying in the quilt, and it was lying on his side, and the shape was obvious from head to toe.

At this time, Mr. Du was dumbfounded, his hands began to tremble, and his first reaction was that the hotel staff sneaked in quietly while he was taking a shower, and got into the bed to scare himself. But this doesn't make sense, how can you get out when everyone else is in, can you still knock me unconscious, won't the nature change? But if you don't go out, how can this go down? Mr. Du thinks that the staff will definitely scare the guests away if they are right, thinking that he is also a figure in the adventure travel circle, can you be scared? It is estimated that the so-called supernatural phenomenon in the 1514 room will come to an end tonight, since you are doing so much, I have to let you make a fool of yourself on the spot.

Mr. Du quietly walked to the side of the bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt, held his breath, and suddenly pulled the quilt from the bed to the floor. But the bed was empty, and there was no one lying down? There were only two pillows left, and the sheets were flat, as if they had just been tidied up. Mr. Du threw the quilt off the floor again, afraid that someone was hiding inside, but there was nothing. Mr. Du turned on the light and quickly checked every corner to make sure there was no one. I thought that this hotel was really powerful, and I actually invited such a powerful magician to escape from the room so quickly while the lights were not turned on, although I didn't find out, but there was only this explanation.

The more this happened, the more interesting it became for him, and he lay in bed and thought about what he would be known next. Half an hour passed, Mr. Du's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell asleep. Not long after, he was awakened by a sound, half-opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the window, turned his head and saw the bed again, Mr. Du was half-asleep and half-awake, vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his body was heavy and he couldn't sit up. He turned his head to the left again, and when he saw the door, he twisted his body and felt that his back was very hard. Only then did he realize that he was not lying on the bed, but on the floor, right at the door.

Mr. Du suddenly remembered the group member in the QQ group, he tried to sit up, and found that there were two people lying on the bed, and through the faint light cast from the window, he saw that it seemed to be a man and a woman, and the man looked familiar to him, it was himself. Mr. Du began to feel that he was still in a dream, and when he heard that he didn't know that it hurt in a dream, he used his left hand to pinch the back of his right hand, which hurt very much. Mr. Du slowly stood up, suspicious in his heart, feeling that it was unrealistic for the hotel to spend such a large amount of money to scare the guests for the sake of gimmicks, and how did the hotel know that he was going to stay and where to find someone who looked so similar to himself to play ghosts?

His hands were trembling, and he slowly opened the door, and there was a light in the corridor that reflected in the room, and he could see more clearly, the man lying on the bed looked exactly like himself, he was himself at all, and the woman covered her face with her long hair, and she couldn't see her appearance. At this moment, the man opened his eyes and looked at him, his expression a little surprised. And Mr. Du was more surprised than him, and his hands trembled even more, because it was completely inexplicable.

Suddenly, the woman sleeping next to her turned around, and the hair covering her face slipped in all directions, revealing her face. The blood in Mr. Du's whole body rushed to the top of his head, and the woman turned out to be his ex-girlfriend, who had been killed in a car accident for seven or eight years, and it was because of this accident that Mr. Du met Ms. Dong. He ran out of the room, and a middle-aged female cleaner came to the corridor, pushing a cart full of sheets and bath towels, and Mr. Du hurriedly ran over and begged her for help. The cleaner looked at Mr. Du, who was only wearing underwear, and asked what was the matter, and he said that there were ghosts in the house. The cleaner asked where it was, and Mr. Du said it was in my room, room 1514. The cleaner pushed the cart over and looked into the house and said nothing.