I also had a hard time retorting, thinking that it was no wonder that business was so bad.

When I stayed in a hotel, I knew that the environment was definitely not as good as the hotel, but I didn't expect this place to be so bad.

The smoked walls of the stairwell were yellow and black, as if the building had been burned before, and the lights in the stairwell were old-fashioned sensor lights.

The stairs emitted a dim glow.

The hotel is deep in the alley, and in the quiet environment, this dimly lit hotel exudes a ghostly smell, like a haunted building.

I held on to the railing with my hand, it was a little slimy, and I couldn't see what it was, so I was so frightened that I quickly retracted my hand, and if it wasn't for Ye Siming's presence, I would have really turned around and left.

I already have some regrets about coming to this hostel to save money.

The corridor on the third floor is slightly better, at least it is not an energy-saving lamp installed, and an incandescent lamp is hung overhead, and the white light emitted by this lamp makes people feel more comfortable, I looked to the side.

Ye Siming followed me, his brow furrowed.

He had no shadow under the incandescent light.

I walked to the innermost door on the third floor, unscrewed the rusty door with the key, and when I pushed it open, there was a musty smell of unventilation.

I fumbled to turn on the power switch at the door, and the light in the room flickered several times before finally turning on in my last breath.

The only thing to be thankful for was that there was a separate bathroom against the door, and I entered first and opened the window, and it was an alley outside, and it was pitch black.

The bathroom is not big, and the environment inside is not good, there is a smell.

I turned on the water in the bathroom, and when I went out, I saw Ye Siming leaning against the bed and picking up a newspaper from the cabinet next to me, which I don't know who had thrown it, and reading it.

I pouted.

The heart says that you know those words in the newspaper!

I took off the yin beads on my wrist, and when I entered the bathroom, I found that the doors were all broken, and I twisted it several times and couldn't lock it.

I cried and mourned, quickly stripped off my clothes and skirts, and wanted to take a hasty shower.

But as soon as I took it off, there was a sudden 'squeak' sound overhead, and I looked up and saw a big black mouse on the shower pipe because I was boiling hot water.

The pipe was hot, and the rat squeaked and fell off it, just on my shoe.

I even felt the hairy touch at once, and the next second, I screamed, and jumped straight in place with my eyes closed.

The bathroom door opened.

Ye Siming is worthy of being my patron saint, always appearing at such critical times, and when I hugged his neck, there was a ghost cry, "Mouse, there are mice in the bathroom." ”

Humans are naturally afraid of some animals.

Some were centipedes, some were snakes, and my fear of rats was innate, like ghosts.

"Alright."

Ye Siming's voice was cold and tight, but I still closed my eyes, hugged him and kept shaking, screaming nervously.

Now this night Siming simply stopped talking,

When I stopped and opened my eyes after shaking for a long time, I saw him looking at me coldly and not saying a word.

I looked down at the small bathroom, and the rat was long gone.

But then I thought of something, looked down at myself, looked up at Ye Siming's appearance of smiling but not smiling, stunned for two seconds, and then couldn't help but scream.

"Get out, get out!" I reached out and shoved.

But he was grabbed by Ye Siming's hand, he raised his eyebrows and squinted, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "You think I can't see your ghost tricks?" ”

I was silent.

What does he mean!?