Leon stood in the corridor on the fifth floor with his back to the elevator, looking left and right.

On the wall at the end of the left side of the hallway hangs a round clock, indicating that it is currently 11:23.

The hallway floor is covered with a deep, dark red carpet with pale red wallpaper, and two flower-like orange lampshades hang from the walls at intervals, emitting a warm glow.

The elevator room behind Leon is full of retro feelings, like the whole hotel.

The floor of the elevator room is paved with an old wooden floor, and it will creak when you step on it.

There are three copper handrails installed on the inner wall of the elevator hall, which can be cleanly reflected by the human face, and their position is just at the waist of ordinary people, so that they can be held by reaching out and supporting them.

The material of the elevator hall door is heavy, dull gold,

There is a rectangular window on the left and right sides of the room, through which you can see the interior of the elevator room.

The door frame on the outside of the elevator hall is plastered with a circle of cyan marble tiles,

Above it is a third of a clock-like curved copper indicator,

When the elevator moves, the pointer on the indicator will rotate with it, and the square below the pointer will also light up with a white light, making a "ding" sound.

On the right side of the elevator entrance, there is a red landline telephone.

This is probably the only phone number in the hotel that can be dialed except for the front desk.

Leon stepped forward, picked up the phone, leaned into his ear, and heard the repetitive sound of "drip-drip--".

In the previous test, the landline phones on different floors were able to work normally, and they could be dialed to any floor or room.

You can also call the front desk, but the front desk staff has disappeared and there is no response to the call.

Leon put down the phone and looked diagonally across the elevator room.

There is a stairwell with a "EXIT" green exit sign, through which you can reach the upper and lower floors.

However, taking into account the anomalies mentioned in the accommodation guide,

Players should only enter the stairs during curfew in extreme cases.

"Hey! Can you hear me? ”

Leon stepped forward, pushed open the door of the stairwell, and shouted inside,

The sound was as if it had been absorbed by the concrete wall, and no echo could be heard.

Not to mention passing it to the plague doctor upstairs, or to the mules downstairs.

The building material of the hotel is abnormally strong and extremely difficult to destroy.

It cannot be transformed with alchemy, nor can it transmit vibrations or even divine power.

Leon didn't have any effective means of communication - the walkie-talkie was completely useless here, and the vines, spores, and even hair he created would inexplicably wither and lose sense after ten meters beyond his body.

"I had to come according to the original plan."

He sighed, took the key out of his pocket, and opened room 508 across the elevator hall.

The room was dim, and the two curtains at the window at the end of the room could be faintly seen by the corridor light.

Since the layout of the rooms in the hotel is almost the same, and the players have searched the first and second floors of the hotel before,

So Li Ang easily reached for the three-open single-control switch on the side of the door frame to turn on the room lights.

The living room of room 508 is relatively spacious, with a brown carpet on the floor, and the wallpaper is a pale yellow-green with a small flower pattern.

There is an oil painting on each wall,

The content of the oil paintings varies,

An old woman with white hair and a black dress was holding a tome of books and reading to a group of children who were also dressed in black.

The expressions on the children's faces are obsessive and serious,

Li Ang couldn't help but think of a book called "Quantum Physics for Babies" that he shared at the junior high school reading sharing meeting a few years ago.

That book was written by an American popular science writer and published by the University of Eastern Science and Technology Press.

The cover of the book is very cute, it is a baby in a diaper looking up at the starry sky in the sky,

It's just that the content in it is outrageous,

The first two chapters are about "Tangram - Putting Together in Proportions", "Fun Dots and Lines",

In the next few chapters, I suddenly jump into "de Broglie's Waves of Matter", "Operators, Wave Functions, and Hilbert Spaces", and there is no turning point in between.

There is only one sentence "Okay, baby, you have mastered enough math tools, let's start trying some new content~"

God knows what this popular science author and the publishing house in charge of publishing think,

How is it possible for a 5-7 year old to understand matrix mechanics?!

You have to be at least eight years old.

Li Ang shook his head with some nostalgia, and threw out the sluggish expressions of the teachers and classmates at the reading sharing meeting.

In addition to the oil painting of the old woman reading,

Several other paintings depict a sailboat lost in a storm,

A group of English nobles on horseback and hunting in the woods with hounds,

A young girl in a long dress sitting on a chair, she covered her face with a fan, and she couldn't see her specific appearance, but judging from her fair skin and smart eyes, she should be quite beautiful.

Leon took off a few of the paintings, and after making sure that there were no secret passages or mechanisms behind them, he rehung them.

In the corner of room 508 there is a vertical beige floor lamp.

There is only a transparent glass ashtray on the wooden table in the middle of the living room, the ashtray is extremely clean, you can't touch the stain when you reach out and rub it, and you can't smell any residual smoke when you get closer-

It's as clean as the fireplace across from the coffee table.

To the left of the living room is the bathroom, which is spacious, bright and clean, with a bathtub and a shower curtain.

Leon tried it, and the faucet was draining hot water, and there was no hair under the plug in the tub.

In front of the bathroom is the master bedroom, with a neat bed, fluffy pillows, and a flat-shaped alarm clock on the bedside table.

The time displayed, like the clocks in the room and hallway, is 11:34.

In the corner of the footside of the bedroom, a wooden table sits on an old-fashioned television — American hotel televisions that watch free or premium channels, including some of the more "mature" programs.

Leon picked up the remote control and pressed the button, but the TV plugged in did not turn on.

Well, you really shouldn't expect it.

Leon threw the TV remote control on the bed, walked to the window, and squatted down slightly,

The windows were gray, as if they were stained with a thick layer of dust, and they couldn't see the outside scene at all.

Hit it hard, and you can only hear the dull slight sound of "dong dong".

"The windows won't open, and the knocking sound is very slight, so I can't use the windows to communicate with the upstairs and downstairs."

Leon muttered to himself, stood up, and paced back to the living room, opening the refrigerator door.

There are more than a dozen bottles of beer of different brands in the refrigerator,

The glass bottle of beer has many water droplets hanging from it, which looks refreshing and attractive.

As a qualified player, Leon naturally won't eat the food of the script world, especially the things in such a weird hotel-

Players will have at least enough compressed food and water in their inventory to last for two weeks or a month.

And Leon himself no longer even needs to eat food, and he can maintain his body functions with his divine power.

Having said that, Leon still opened the caps of a few bottles of beer, put them to his nose, and fanned the wind gently,

Then he used vines to stick into it and test the drink.

"The production date of the bottle is June 2007, and the shelf life is one year. The wine has not deteriorated or deteriorated, and the taste is normal. ”

Leon said to himself, "If the beer and the refrigerator were normal, then it would be three years from now...

I finally know the time, although I don't know what the use of this information is. ”

After a circle of exploration, the time has come to eleven forty-five,

Seeing that the curfew time at 00:11 was approaching, Leon walked back to the living room, closed the main door to the room, and took out three sacks full of dirt from the backpack bar.

More than a dozen hollow iron pipes were made out of clay, pieced together to form a bracket, and firmly blocked the main entrance.

Unfortunately, the landline at the door of the elevator hall has a limited length of telephone lines, and alchemy does not work for it,

Otherwise, you can fix the phone line to the floor, take the hallway phone into the room, and communicate with the upstairs and downstairs.

For now, we can only wait quietly.

Leon brought a stool and sat in the living room, staring silently at the door reinforced with iron pipes.

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"Judging from the shelf life and quality of the wine, it may be 07 years from now—this time may not be meaningful, and every part of the whole Dolphin Hotel reveals a strange smell.

It is possible to say that this is a base for aliens to study humans. ”

In room 1408 on the fourteenth floor, Bai Hao, who was wearing a suit, was muttering to himself, and put the beer bottle back in the refrigerator with the lid open.

His room was a luxury suite, much more spacious and luxurious than the downstairs room.

The players have discussed tonight's strategy before, don't sleep on the first night, search the room first, and see if there are any sticky notes mentioned in the accommodation guide.

If you don't have a sticky note, sit in the living room with a chair and look at the door, waiting for curfew.

If there are no changes during the curfew, search the room again for sticky notes.

In addition to compressing food, players will also bring some drugs with different functions, such as analgesic anesthesia, rescue cardiac arrest, treatment of allergies,

As well as the medicine to cheer up, even if you don't sleep for a few days and nights, you won't get tired - there may be abnormal changes at the Dolphin Hotel at night,

No player wants to go to bed at night and find themselves crouched by the head of the bed with a white, dark-eyed, cat-meowing child.

Bai Haozheng had previously distributed a few pills that could not sleep to Dan Fei and Ka Fei who did not bring them.

As an intelligence analyst in the Secret Service, he has to handle hundreds of pieces of information every day, and he knows far more secrets than an intelligence broker like a mule.

He knows the details of most of the people in this script mission.

The Black Son on the thirteenth floor is a South Korean, and his mother used to be a so-called "witch", who can divinate evil spirits and predict fortune, and has a deep intersection with some wealthy groups, and the family is quite powerful.

The hidden ghost on the twelfth floor, judging from his words, deeds, and eyes, is likely to be a servant or subordinate of the Black Saint.

Dan Fei and Ka Fei on the eleventh and tenth floors should be Haitians from the Voodoo Black Witch Order,

And Bob, who lives downstairs from them, is American.

Bai Hao had seen a picture of Bob in a report on the local gang struggle in the United States, and the old black man's organization had a lot to do with the Voodoo Witch Order.

As for 13MARK, who lives on the eighth floor, he is one of the seven martial seas of Brazil known as the "Ant King".

Seven Martial Seas... When did these Brazilians like to play with memes so much?

Bai Haozheng shook his head, and the figure in Yu Yi's heart appeared in his mind.

This East Asian girl in a sailor suit is a native of Hishima, formerly known as Yumi Mizuhara, and serves in the Ninth Section of the Hijima Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau-

The Hijima Anomalous Affairs Investigation Bureau used to cooperate with the Special Affairs Bureau to jointly resolve some anomalous incidents, and the two sides would occasionally send personnel to each other to exchange experiences, so they were relatively familiar.

The plague doctor on the sixth floor is a member of the Demon Scientist Alliance,

Li Risheng on the fifth floor has appeared in many documents of the Special Affairs Bureau before, and has assisted in solving the Mirage and Shengnan King incidents, and is very respected by Xing Hechou and Chu Yin.

Wise and brave, kind and orderly,

It's a partner you can work with.

However, the other party seems to have some concerns, and has been refusing the invitation of the Special Affairs Bureau...

The mule on the fourth floor is a well-known intelligence broker, and Liu Wuxian on the third floor and Wanli Sealing Knife on the second floor have a lot to do with the Special Affairs Bureau.

And the Ω on the last floor...

Bai Hao was sitting on a chair in the living room, his brows furrowed slightly,

He didn't know the details of the head of the fish tank, and the other party's behavior was mysterious, and the system of extraordinary power revealed was not clear for the time being.

However, when the mutation officially begins, the other party will probably not be able to hide it.

The intelligence analyst quickly walked through everyone's information, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room.

It's eleven fifty-six...

I don't know what's going on downstairs.

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On the thirteenth floor, the bloodied Black Saint Son knelt on the ground, placed the blood-stained dagger on a gold plate, and chanted words in his mouth, and the carpet in front of him was painted with strange patterns.

On the twelfth floor, the ghost of the hidden eyes holds a book in his hand and recites softly.

On the eleventh floor, Dan Fei from the Voodoo Dark Witch Order sat bored, and the chair was surrounded by strangely shaped puppets.

The Voodoo Dark Witch Order has its own set of skills to prevent evil spirits, no matter what the "mutation" in the Dolphin Hotel is, Dan Fei, as a Lv16 player, is confident that he can resist one or two.

Caffi downstairs was his own brother, and Bob on the ninth floor was also his best friend — the three of them had been together since they were teenagers.

If something happens, he believes that both Caffey and Bob will rush to rescue him in desperation.

It's like I'm going to save them.

"Five minutes to go..."

Dan Fei was muttering to herself, when she suddenly heard a dull knocking sound of "dong dong" coming from under her feet.

"Huh?"

Dan Fei frowned, stood up, and stared at the carpet under the coffee table in the living room.

Knock, knock, knock.

The tapping sound is very regular, as if someone downstairs is hitting the ceiling with a stick.

"This is, Morse code..."

Dan Fei's thin and swarthy face, his eyebrows slightly raised, he moved the table, lifted the carpet, and found that the wooden floor where the knocking sound came was dented.

Through the broken wooden planks, you can see the dented and broken concrete bricks.

[Brother, I, yes, Kaffee.] 】

The sound of percussion transmits information through Morse code,

[Here, the ceiling is very thin, and it seems that it is possible to transmit a sound.] Yes, do you hear me? 】

Dan Fei breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the clock, it was already 00:09, and it was only two minutes before the curfew time.

It may not be safe to rush out of the room now and run downstairs to ask his brother Kafei.

He hesitated for a moment, took out an obsidian battle axe from the backpack bar, and gently slammed the axe handle into the depression of the floor, [Can you hear me, are you okay?] 】

[It's okay.] 】

There was an intermittent tapping sound downstairs, "We, we're going to be fine, right?" 】

[Hmm.] 】

Dan Fei tapped, "I will, protect, yours. 】

Both of their parents were Haitian immigrants in the United States, and they were originally smuggled to the United States to live a good life, but they did not wait for a few years before they were targeted by the immigration bureau, deported, and returned to Haiti.

Their parents died of illness in poverty, and the two brothers, who had no food and clothing, were forced to join a Haitian gang and supported each other to survive until now.

Maybe the other brothers and sisters will do everything to protect themselves in the killing game.

But Dan Fei believes that even death will not separate their brothers.

Click.

The minute hand sounded, and Dan Fei looked up to see that it was already 00:11.

Breathing involuntarily stalled, Dan Fei squeezed the obsidian battle axe tightly in his palm, staring at the wooden gate with great vigilance.

One second, two seconds,

The living room was brightly lit, and the second hand on the clock continued to turn.

The only thing in the room was the hum of the refrigerator running, and Dan Fei's own heartbeat.

There are no ghosts crying wolves, no mutations.

Dan Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and the soles of his feet did not dare to leave the evil spirit defense circle he had set up.

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the floor again, this time at a much longer interval than before.

[Brother.] 】

A call from Kaffee.

Dan Fei hesitated for a moment, but still squatted down, holding the blade of the battle axe, and smashing the sunken concrete ground with the handle of the axe, [What's wrong? 】

[The light, why is it out?] 】