Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Letter

I was about to use the Virgin Blood Potion, and then I watched as the few drinkers who had almost rushed in front of me stopped moving, and then laughed. The indifferent killing intent on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a friendly look.

But I immediately kept a safe distance to be safe, and the people all laughed helplessly, especially the fat drinker who reached out to me in a friendly way, and took his hand back in embarrassment.

"...... melodrama?"

Seeing the puzzled look on my face, the proprietress who kept complaining about getting up became surprised, glanced me up and down, and said, "Yes, young man, didn't you come to our tavern because you took a fancy to this?" Didn't you make a reservation before you came? ”

"What are you kidding, I haven't had any contact with your hotel at all." The doubts in my heart were deeper, but this time the proprietress was also at a loss, she seemed to be a little unaware of the current state of affairs, so I explained it to her.

And after the exchange, I learned that this is a sitcom service, a horror comic theme store, according to the customer's requirements, it can provide a variety of sitcom services. And this tavern, which is normal during the day, is also run by the proprietress of the hostess.

But it's a tavern, but it closes very early, at 6 p.m. The sitcom service starts after six o'clock. They have a reservation system, and each sitcom is often up to an hour. It's open until 4 a.m.

This kind of hotel that provides sitcom service is the first time in my life that I have heard of it, but the proprietress seemed more surprised than me, as soon as she heard that I did not make an appointment, she immediately called to confirm, but after making a call, the proprietress said that the number was empty.

“…… Wait a minute, that person made the appointment for me, which means he provided my personal information, right? ”

Seeing that the work was over, several employees who were responsible for scaring me apologized to me, said hello to the boss lady and left. It is said that these people are all extras, the kind who usually play tricks on the scene. This is someone specially hired by the proprietress to do so.

However, at this time, the proprietress had already realized the seriousness of the problem and directly showed me all the personal information left by that person. As a result, I felt uncomfortable after reading it - the personal information left by this mysterious person was exactly the same as mine.

Name, date of birth, ID number, and even your address can be matched. The proprietress cautiously asked me if this was my profile, and I said yes, and it was all right.

"Young man, did you think it was your friend who was playing a prank on you?" The hostess raised this possibility.

I dismissed the hostess's idea and told her that it could never be the case, because the people around me who were called friends lived with me, and they wouldn't do such a thing, and even I guess they, like me, didn't know there was such a hotel.

"So what do you say...... Ouch, this kind of strange thing hasn't happened in many years, and it makes my heart gross. What, young man, I've got a letter from here, and it looks like you didn't write it, right? ”

When I heard that there was a letter, I immediately asked the proprietress to bring it to me, and the little proprietress hurried back to the bar and began to rummage through it. I opened a letter that looked no more ordinary, but the letter was pink when I took it out.

After carefully reading the content from beginning to end, I found that there was nothing unusual, on the contrary, it was too "neat", which was uncomfortable. The content written above is very simple, that is, the entrusted plot is briefly written, and there are some dispensable lines.

I think back to the extras who played the terrible villains just now, and I can't blame them when I find that their reactions are all based on this plot setting. Not to mention the proprietress , her acting skills are really good, anyway, I, an uninformed person, was really scared by her.

But is this really that simple? I had a hunch in my heart, a very strong premonition - since this mysterious person could predict that I would come to this place and enter this theme tavern, I could not believe that she could not predict my next move.

If you want to solve the case and get clues, you must learn to think from the other party's point of view. I don't think it would have been possible for me to have imagined that the person I had guessed everything about his actions would not have investigated the letter later.

And I am in a state of confusion now, and the moment I learned the truth, I lost the clues, and all the clues were cut off here. So, if the mystery man wants me to continue to have some kind of connection with him, he will definitely leave me with some hints.

I've repeatedly read the content of this letter, but no matter what, it's just an ordinary plot introduction and line setting. This level of stuff is something that even junior high school students can write. The more I looked, the more bored I felt, however, just as I was yawning a little sleepily, I suddenly noticed something strange.

I hurriedly pounced on the letter, and then took a closer look at the "anomaly" I found. I found typos on the letters, but they were so subtle that they were hard to spot. But the more this happened, the more I had the feeling that this was carefully designed by the person who wrote the letter.

Again, I read the letter again, but this time instead of looking at the contents, I looked for typos, and by the end of the reading, I found a total of four typos. I tried to get in touch with these four typos, and when I read them in order, I found a major clue.

Reading four typos together, it turns out to be "abandoned factory".

According to what Lynn told me before, there was only one abandoned factory in the area, and she recommended that I go there. I had the feeling that the clouds had suddenly cleared, and although I wasn't sure yet, I thought I would be able to see Captain Stonehammer when I got there.

When I left the shop, I wasted some time when I couldn't find a taxi, but twenty minutes later, I saw a woman stop from the taxi, a very ordinary-looking woman in a white trench coat, who got out of the car and walked in the direction of the side street.

Since I was in a hurry to take the taxi, I only took a smart look at her when she got out of the car, but because her long hair covered the side of her face, it was also a clear sight of her. After watching it for a while, I didn't think much about it and got into the car directly.

If anything, the location of this abandoned factory is actually quite good, and when he heard that I was going to this place, the driver immediately laughed and asked me if I was a horror or a cartoonist. I asked him why he thought that.

The driver said that there are many people who are engaged in art creation, such as families and manga artists, who often visit this abandoned factory. I couldn't help but be curious, and told the driver that I was a foreigner, and if I could, I hoped that he could briefly talk to me about the abandoned factory.

The driver also seemed to be a chattering person, and he enthusiastically agreed to my request, saying that this abandoned factory was actually a textile factory, and there were many female textile workers working here. At that time, tourism in this small place had not yet been brought up, and light industry was a big piece of the cake.

When talking about this memory, the driver looked very intoxicated, saying that his wife had been working in this textile factory for a while. Since it is a factory owned by a large enterprise, the treatment is also very good, at least at that time, this factory is where all female workers want to squeeze their heads in.

Generally speaking, working in this factory is a desperate work day and night, anyway, today's young people can't accept that kind of life. But this textile factory is different, there are not many workers, and the scale of the factory is not large, but it is a 9-to-5 system.

What's even more amazing is that as a factory, this light industry textile mill never works overtime. Even if you want to work overtime, there is nowhere to go to it. But the welfare package is not worse than other factories at all.

When I heard that the driver was almost going to blow this factory into heaven, I couldn't help but wonder how such a good factory could say that it would go out of business. It stands to reason that textile mills are not the kind of factories that will easily go out of business, right?

The driver snorted and said that what was the closure was just abandoned, and as for the reason for the abandonment...... Naturally, this is an important reason for various cartoonists to come to the field.

In those days, when everyone was working in the textile factory, they didn't know what the raw materials were on the machine, but no one would mind this, what else could the raw materials of the textile factory be, wasn't it cotton, silk, satin, and these.

But the truth of the matter was revealed by accident, because this textile factory does not have an overtime system, so when it is time to get off work, the factory will naturally close. At that time, there were many female workers who had just entered the factory, and they all lived near the factory.

They themselves knew that this textile factory was not easy to enter, so in order to improve their work efficiency as soon as possible, they thought of sneaking to the factory at night to familiarize themselves with the machine. As a result, a group of girls went to the textile factory at night to take a look, only to find that there was a room inside that was actually lit.

At that time, they had no idea what was going on in the textile factory, so they secretly hid and observed out of curiosity. As a result, when they looked through the back window and looked inside, everyone was directly frightened.

It was a blood-red room. Because from the ceiling to the floor, almost all of them were covered with blood, and human organs and wreckage were everywhere, and at that time, there was a male worker who was washing the "corpse" of a woman who had only a single skin left.

They watched as the woman's hair was stripped and tucked aside, and then the human skin was left to dry. Such a bloody scene of dismemberment was too shocking for these little girls.

As a result, they shouldn't have been discovered, but the cries of a few little girls still attracted attention. They ran as hard as they could, while the bloodied male worker chased after him desperately.

It is said that there were six girls who went with them at that time, but three of them were caught up because they were running slowly, and they were never seen again. And when they went back and told the other women about it, it was a complete mess.

"Does this have anything to do with the textile factory itself?" I asked curiously, because I didn't know anything about it myself. The driver said of course it matters, you young people may not have heard of it, but when I was young, there was the term "fur coat".