The package is not big or small, about half the size of a basketball.

The weight is heavy, and there is a thick tape wrapped around the outside, and there is nothing other than the first time.

"Who sent it?" Sylvia wondered.

"A courier in the same city, said that a strange person gave it to him, and he must deliver it to you in person, but you are not there, I will collect it on my behalf."

Sylvia pursed her lips, looked at the package and didn't speak.

"Don't worry," said the manager, "there's no danger, at least not the bombs, which we checked when we got them." ”

Sylvia was amused and said, "Of course I know you're going to take care of the security issues, but just looking at this box, I have some strange feelings." ”

"Strange feelings?"

"yes." Sylvia nodded, and added, "Okay, I'll go find the scissors, I'll be fine if I cut it." ”

"Hmm." The manager nodded, "Then I'll go, Miss Sylvia." ”

It's always necessary to avoid suspicion, in case it's a trade secret.

"Wait a minute!" Sylvia stopped him suddenly.

"Huh?" Alpha looks.

"Don't go yet." Sylvia pursed her lips, "That...... I feel a little scared, so you might as well stay. ”

Alpha sneered, a little embarrassed, but it's nothing, he can be a manager in this hotel, he has never seen any storms, and there are often some female tenants who will graciously invite him to stay and do some indescribable male and female activities.

However, Alpha is more clean, he is married, and he is extremely loyal to his wife.

He thought a lot for a moment, but Sylvia just thought about it, nothing else, and ran to find scissors.

The scissors didn't find it, but she found a fruit knife, and when she was about to tap the rubber tape with the fruit knife, that terrible mood reappeared.

The blade of the fruit knife was not sharp, and it stopped on the top of the tape, and there was no force to force it down.

Sylvia frowned slightly, as if she couldn't get her hands down, the feeling in it was too unsettling for her.

"Miss Sylvia?" The manager urged in a low voice.

"I," Sylvia paused, "I'm a little scared. ”

"Scared?"

"Hmm." Sylvia nodded, stood up, and withdrew her knife, "This thing scares me. ”

"Do you know who sent it?"

"I don't know."

"That ......"

Sylvia didn't know how to express it, she didn't know why she felt scared, but when she saw this box, she was extremely depressed and extremely ......

As if something was about to be revived in her memory, her head suddenly ached.

She reached out to cover her head, and many images flew over in a hurry, like a silent movie, and like a fast-forward video.

"Miss Sylvia!" The manager's face changed, and he went up and said, "What's wrong with you?" Need to get you an ambulance?! ”

"No, no!" Sylvia's face turned pale and she said, "I'm a little uncomfortable, you wait for me." ”

She sat down on the sofa, her mind becoming more and more chaotic, many of the images were like pieces on the ground, she needed to pick them up one by one, and then put together a complete chess game according to the appearance in her memory.

The manager stood by and watched her, wondering whether to call the police.

After a brief moment of silence, Sylvia picked up the fruit knife again and cut it along the edge of the tape.

Layer by layer of adhesive tape was torn off, and the manager helped her.

When the box is opened, there is another box inside, and it is wrapped in layers of adhesive tape.

Sylvia frowned and looked at the manager to the side.

The manager also felt strange in his heart, and said, "Also, do you still want to cut it?" ”

"Of course." Sylvia said, then raised the fruit knife again.

The tape was cut layer by layer again, and it turned out that the inside of the box was a box again.

"Holy!" The manager scolded in a low voice, "Shouldn't it be all such boxes, is it a prank?" No wonder it's so heavy! ”

"Do you think you need to cut it?" This time it was Silvia's turn to ask the manager.

The manager pursed his lips and said, "I don't know, what do you think?" ”

Sylvia didn't speak, and raised her fruit knife.

After cutting it, there is a box inside.

This time, no one spoke, and Sylvia was like a willful child, directly raising the fruit knife to cut open the box.

One.

Two.

Three.

……

Wrapped layer by layer, carton after carton, a total of seven.

When it was about to be cut again, Sylvia paused, her heart pounding faster.

"What's wrong?" The manager asked.

"I'm like, I've touched something." Sylvia said truthfully.

"What did you touch?"

Sylvia shook her head, but the fruit knife in her hand couldn't get off.

"Why don't I come?" The manager was busy.

Sylvia didn't back down and handed the fruit knife over.

Watching the manager stab the fruit knife into the tape and then slowly cut it, Sylvia was inexplicably scared and didn't dare to take another look, so she turned around and turned her back on.

It seemed like a century had passed, and the only thing left in the room was the sound of the manager taping, and then stopped.

"Is it still a box?" Sylvia asked.

"No," the manager's voice was calm, "but don't look back yet." ”

"Yes, what is it?"

"Say it, and don't be afraid." "But I think we should be ready to call the police." ”

Sylvia was stunned.

The manager continued: "It's a cut of hands. ”

Sylvia reached out to cover her mouth, resisting the urge to look back, and asked, "What kind of human hand, the skeleton or just cut off?" ”

"Fresh, not skeletons, and not starting to rot, probably refrigerated, tightly wrapped in so many cardboard boxes, I think, probably for thermal insulation."

"Well, call the police...... Sylvia said.

"Hmm." The manager picked up his phone and said, "Eh, here's a letter." ”

He picked up the envelope: "Miss Sylvia, the contents of this letter ......"

Sylvia turned her back to the interrogator: "Give it to me." ”

"Hmm."

The manager handed the letter over.

The letter was still thick and bulging.

The thought of the letter and a severed palm made Sylvia feel goosebumps and nausea all over her body.

It is also not known whether the owner of this hand is alive or dead, and if it dies, it will be even more terrible.

The envelope was opened, revealing another letter.

Sylvia said disgustingly, "This man is really sick in the brain!" ”

However, the letter inside was also opened.

One letter.

Two letters.

Three letters.

……

Seven more letters.

The last one remained, and Sylvia couldn't take it anymore, so she closed her eyes and opened the last letter.

Inside is a stack of photos.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows slightly and picked up the photo.

The first one, in the photo, is her, a picture of a certain still, in the stills she was killed, and the death was very miserable.

It was accompanied by the text: "If this kind of death really happened to you, do you expect it?" ”