Shadow town, home like a travel hotel.

"It's like a hotel, nothing special."

With the head of a black hedgehog killing Matt, wearing a white shirt, black coat, blue jeans and gray sneakers, he was thrown directly at the door of this homeinn.

"It's so dark, is it already dark? (Neon)"

Shangjo Danma looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, and the dark clouds in the distance were gradually drifting over.

"I don't know where they're all now, it's terrible that this scene will scatter the team in. (Neon)"

Kamijo Danma took out his phone and opened a strange chat interface.

Uejo Dangma: "Sister Misaka, please reply when you see it." (Dry Universe Divine Text)"

Misaka sister No. 10031: "Misaka saw it, toot, is there anything wrong with Shangjo as a big brother?" Misaka No. 10031 faced a strange bus, and his face was expressionless, but he was actually panicking. ”

Uejo Dangma: "Well, Sister Misaka, you don't have to talk with that kind of mouth fetish in this channel." Where are you now? Are there any special markers? ”

Misaka Sister No. 10031: "Misaka was under a bus stop sign at this time, and there was a strange bus parked here, and I couldn't see the bus driver's face clearly. ”

Uejo Dangma: "Bus? Is it something like a road horror? ”

Gao Qian: "Hint: Both light and electric magic can deal damage and affect ghost-type targets, and the Fantasy Killer also has a restraining effect on ghosts. ”

It is restraint rather than erasure, and fantasy killers can't directly touch and kill ghosts, because ghosts are a normal reality phenomenon in the setting of certain world rules. The Fantasy Killer is specifically aimed at the abnormal phenomenon of superpowers, and unlike the final power of the Dragon King, the power of the end is to ignore the total erasure and destruction of the type, but both will be affected by the subject's cognition. In other words, both the Fantasy Killer and the Power of the End are actually erasing the unscientific (normal) reality that Shang Dangma himself thinks.

"Hey, is anyone there? I'm in. (Neon)"

When Shangjo Danma pushed open the door of the Homeinn Travel Hotel, the large wooden door that looked very brand new on the surface made a squeaky sound when it was pushed by Shangjo Danma, like an old and rotten sound.

"The door shaft is so rusty."

Looking at the door shaft that was pushed open, it had turned into a completely rusty slag red, and the top of the door shaft was covered with embroidered red iron slag scraps that had been completely oxidized, and if you touched it directly with your hands, it would definitely wipe off a layer of rusty residue.

When he walked into the inn, the area on the first floor of the hotel connected to the main door was a small living room, in which three or four tables were placed, including a couple table for two people, a table for eight immortals for family dinner, and a large round table that could be placed in a circle of banquets.

Walking through the living room, on the opposite side of the living room is a rectangular counter, behind which sits a middle-aged woman wearing a thin red jacket and a veil.

"How many guests are you?"

The middle-aged woman's voice was cold, not in tone or intonation, but in the kind of cold air that really made Kamijo feel a little trembling. When the middle-aged woman behind the counter was talking, there was a feeling that the temperature around him was dropping.

"Well, I want a standard room, wait, huh...... It's still three single rooms. (Neon)"

Uejo Dangma said subconsciously, but then he thought that Misaka's sister No. 10031 and the administrator guide Gao Qian were also in the team, so he changed his words again.

"Huh? Guest: What are you talking about? (I don't know where the dialect is)"

"I said I wanted three standard single rooms. (Celestial Empire Standard Mandarin)"

For the dialect of the middle-aged aunt at the counter, Shangjo Dangma didn't understand it at all, but Shangjo Dangma still knew that the town here was at least not neon, so he changed his mouth and spoke the Mandarin of the Celestial Empire.

"Oh, three standard single rooms, yes. (Mandarin is still mixed with dialects, and the local dialect is also particularly obvious)"

However, even this completely non-standard Mandarin can at least make Shangjo Dangma understand somewhat, rather than being completely incomprehensible like the previous dialect.

"Three single rooms, this is your key. (Barely non-standard Mandarin without dialect)"

The middle-aged woman took three keys from the display case behind the counter and placed them in front of Kamijo Dangma.

"Thanks, well, no deposit required? (Standard Mandarin)"

"The deposit has already been paid. (Almost in Mandarin)"

It's strange, the progress of this front desk aunt's Mandarin is a little too fast, it's too abnormal. Shangjo Dangma suddenly has a feeling that his ability to speak Mandarin is being copied and stolen by others.

"Well, it's a little weird, why don't you let me try."

Kamijo decided to test if his idea was correct, and then continued.

"Well, do you offer three meals and drinks here? Can it be delivered to the room? (Mandarin with a hint of neon and weird)"

"We can eat and drink here, but it's best to use it in the living room, if it is delivered to the room there is an extra charge, and if it is in the room because of the stain left by the meal, we will deduct the extra money. Also, please try not to go out at night here. (There is also a bit of neon language, and there is a very weird-sounding non-standard Mandarin mixed with local dialects)"

"Okay, I got it. (very standard Mandarin)"

There was really a problem, there was a problem with the whole hostel, and there was also a problem with this front desk aunt. It wasn't clear what the problem was, though, but he felt like he couldn't say much anymore, and who knew what this cold, quirky, middle-aged woman would do after speaking very standard Mandarin.

Middle-aged woman at the front desk: "Give me your voice!" ”

Uejo Dangma walked to the second floor with three keys, and a row of doors that also revealed a cold atmosphere appeared in front of Uejo Dangma's eyes.

"It's getting weirder. (Neon)"

Shangjo Danma hugged his chest with his hands, and he felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot, this place was really weird.

"Hiss~, good ice!"

When Kamijo touched the doorknob of room 203, it was as if he had touched a piece of steel that had been frozen for a long time, and he felt that the flesh and skin on his right hand were sticking.

"Huh? The cold feeling is gone again? ”

It seems that the fantasy killer is in effect, and there may be some strange power attached to the handle of the door.

(End of chapter)