You have to be careful, the first breath of the air conditioner may be your last.

Early autumn, night.

W City, Ping An Hotel, Room 408.

Men are snoring in bed, women are tossing and turning, and the bed boards are creaking. The woman was very irritable, dense beads of sweat were boiling on her body, like countless small black worms crawling on her, making her hot and itchy, and the woman scratched hard through her pajamas, but it didn't work.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, got up, touched the darkness, and turned on the air conditioner hanging on the wall.

The hot and noisy air in the room was finally gone, and the man's snoring was getting quieter, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go to the toilet, and then go back to bed and continue sleeping.

The woman's breath was not finished, but swallowed back violently.

"Squeak—"

The air conditioner was like a dying old man, the indicator light was not on, only the old wind plate struggled, slowly twisted, and made a piercing scraping sound. The woman felt that the dying old man spat out on her faintly, as if she had spit out a black dead soul, passing the woman, hovering in the room, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, feeling extremely eerie.

The man's snoring almost died away, and the room suddenly became dead silent. The woman stood still, staring at the darkness in front of her, always feeling that something was lurking in a corner.

The woman's scalp suddenly tingled, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Maybe it's an illusion, it's just a sudden cool air. The woman thought, maybe go back to bed and sleep as if nothing happened, and everything would be normal.

The woman took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and walked towards the bathroom.

But when she walked to the bathroom door, she suddenly stopped.

Or forget it......

After all, women are still afraid, and the horror scenes of countless thriller movies she has seen flashed in her mind one by one. She held the bathroom doorknob, held her breath for a few seconds, and then opened it easily. The woman was so nervous that she pursed her lips and shivered again, as if it was a little cold.

Those things are fake.....

It's just psychological..... The air conditioning in the hotel is like this.....

I don't need such a fearful .....

Actually, I don't have to go to the toilet..... You can also go on tomorrow.....

Now, I'll go back to bed and I'll be OK tomorrow.....

The woman took a few deep breaths again, her head a little starved of oxygen. She was a little dizzy, so she stood still, hinting to herself over and over again, trying not to be afraid, as if nothing had happened.

But the woman herself didn't realize that her cheeks were already soaked, and the fear forced her tears to flow down her eyes. Until the tears on her face made her itch, she wiped it with her hand, but she touched a hand of tears.

Women bite the bullet and want to continue to be normal.

She wanted to leave, to go back to bed, but she couldn't walk at all, her trembling legs no longer belonged to her, and the huge feeling of suffocation made her almost collapse. Dense beads of sweat grew larger and larger, jumping down her pale cheeks.

The woman was chilling.

"Squeak—"

"Squeak—"

The air conditioner's wind panel was still babbling, and it was getting louder and louder, as if it was screaming wildly in the woman's ear.

The woman used all her strength to turn her head away, trying to wake up the man.

Despair is the source of human strength.

So now, women have the power to scream loudly.

She saw that directly above the man, a dark figure appeared at some point, sitting on the quilt, strangling the man's throat. The black shadow was even darker than the darkness around her, and the woman couldn't see it clearly, but she could faintly hear the hideous laughter of the black shadow. The laughter grew louder, more terrifying, more and more harsh, mixed with the sharp scraping of the air conditioner. The woman couldn't tell which was the sound of the air conditioner and which was the smirk of the black shadow.

Maybe this shrill shrill laugh came from the air conditioner.

The man, however, was unconscious, motionless and did not make a sound.

He didn't even hear the woman's frightened howl.

Could it be..... He's dead?

The woman slapped her mouth and fell to her knees on the ground with a "plop", the sound of the air conditioner became louder and louder, and the wind blowing out was extremely vicious and cold and biting.

"Squeak—"

The woman was completely devastated, tears pouring out of her eyes like a flood

The air around them was agitated once more, and every speck of dust in the room seemed to be beating wildly with the screaming of the air conditioner. The woman held her head and cried quietly, she wanted to save her husband, but she didn't dare to move. The woman was helpless and frightened, and at this moment, she could only exert all her strength to suppress her crying, for fear of alarming the creepy black shadow.

Fortunately, the shadow didn't move. She didn't dare to make a sound, she covered her mouth with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the ground, trembling.

The woman didn't even have the courage to cry.

A stream of fishy hot water slowly flowed out from somewhere, soaking the woman's pajama pants, and the woman was unconscious.

There was only a tragic despair that suddenly enveloped the woman's pounding heart, like an invisible hand, pinching it anytime and anywhere, making it stop beating and even burst. The woman was at a loss, her whole body was trembling, and every movement she made had to take a lot of strength. This is no longer a room. It's the place of execution, it's hell.

The woman stiffened, snorted, and called the man's name, but there was no response at all.

And the black shadow turned around violently, and the woman screamed "ah" in fright, closed her eyes suddenly, and opened them slightly, she couldn't see the front of the black shadow clearly, and she couldn't even see where her head was.

The cold air from the air conditioner suddenly rushed towards the woman.

I'm going to..... He's dead.....?

Suddenly, the wind disappeared, and the shrill laughter stopped abruptly.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

The woman heard a knock at the door, very slowly, only three times.

The woman staggered to her feet and ran frantically towards the door. She doesn't think about who knocks on the door anymore, just one person.

The door opened.

It's a man. He was wearing a trench coat and stood in the doorway, with a blinding light behind him. The woman squinted her eyes and couldn't see his face clearly.

The woman cried, she hugged the man's leg and her tears flew out.

"Please! Please! Help me! The woman cried out hoarsely.

"Hello." The man bent down, patted the woman lightly on the shoulder, and handed her a business card. The business card is printed with four big characters - "Sanyuan Feng Shui".

"My name is Lu Yuanjun."