Although this wallpaper reveals a strange light, I can't care so much at the moment, so I have to look for it in it, hoping to find out the secret flowers hidden in the depths.

"What are you doing, Xue Cheng."

Wang Qiang was carrying a bun in his hand and nibbling on it, and came over to see what I was doing.

Although I work outside and do hard work, I rely on my love for computers and my single hand speed for more than 20 years, and I am also a LOL master in Internet cafes.

With the help of my Invincible Precision, I found that in addition to the first guest information I had received since I took over, there were all my information and Wang Qiang's information.

But I didn't record it, did I?

After a long time, it was a headless clue.

My mind is full of questions that make me want to give up this magical ivory tower, but human curiosity is limitless and has traction, so much so that it pulls people into the abyss.

As the crimson sun softly stopped in the dark mid-air, slowly disappearing, the night had just begun.

After I took Wang Qiang to eat fried noodles, I asked him to continue to guard in the lobby, and I went around the area.

With such an inn here, the owners of the surrounding shops should always know something about the inn, right?

Just do what he said, Xue Cheng didn't care about anything, and walked straight to a commissary diagonally opposite the inn.

I don't understand why, a very prosperous small town, why when you go to Yinhua Street, you have a feeling of entering another world, and even the shops that open a store are quaint.

I went straight into the commissary, the keeper of the store was an old man smoking a hookah, I bought a bag of Yellow Crane Tower, and the old man was close to him.

I saw the old man looking at me with a sinister face, and his wrinkled face made me really scared.

"Uncle, how long has the inn across from you been open?"

The old man put the hookah away, bent his waist, and walked towards me with his hands behind his back.

"Sit down, I'll get you a glass of water." As he spoke, he walked past me.

I sat there a little stiffly, but I still sat there and waited for the old man to tell me about the inn of the dead.

I don't know what's going on, the weather in the south is sunny and cold, and this kind of weather is not very cold, but I sit here and feel a chill for some reason.

Strange to say, although it is located in the center of the city, it is not affected at all, and the sun rarely shines on weekdays, so it can be said to be a place full of gloomy energy......

I didn't dare to think about it, and at this time, the old man's water was already in my hand.

"Uncle, can you talk to me about it now?"

The old man shook his head, saying that he was not in a hurry, and then showed an unfathomable smile.

I couldn't help but mutter, is this old man playing tricks?

The old man was really not in a hurry, and asked me with a smile if I made trouble last night.

I nodded again and again, "Uncle, is there any way to save me?" ”

The uncle pointed to his eyes and said, "Look at my eyes." ”

Look at what your eyes do for no reason!

I couldn't stop being curious, I looked into the uncle's eyes, and a woman in white actually appeared in his eyes.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly stepped back, and one of them stumbled and almost flipped over with my chair.

"You...... You ......"

I was so frightened by the ghost that I couldn't speak.

Uncle didn't seem strange, he came and helped me up, muttering, you kid!

"Uncle, don't scare me anymore, what the hell is this...... What's going on? ”

"Let's take a drink of saliva to suppress the shock."

I still feel like this, and that horrible pale face with bloody eyes like a white wall of powder is dangling in front of my eyes.

The old man said that the inn opposite was born to him, and no one knows how long it has existed.

"You, the three hundred and ninth shopkeeper I've ever seen here."

As soon as the old man's words came out, my heart was beating.

"What about the previous owner?"

This uncle is over sixty years old at most, and he has already seen three hundred and nine shopkeepers, and the business of this inn is so difficult?

"Who knows! Anyway, each wrist has a number, you just have to look at yours. ”

Looking down at the mark on my wrist, I was dumbfounded, wasn't this what the blind old man made when he signed the contract with me when he signed the contract?

At that time, it was just a red seal, but now there is a string of numbers.

8544310.

Is this my number?

"Look at you, you're lucky, and you even ran into an integer."

Uncle said that his name was Feng Fusheng, let me call him Uncle Feng, and asked me for my birthday, after he saw it, he looked sorry.

"Uncle, how's it going?"

Uncle Feng told me that if I don't want to have an accident, I won't open it again tonight, sleep well, and after twelve o'clock, no matter who knocks on the door, I must not open the door.

Because today is a day of excessive yin, there are bound to be little ghosts who want to mischievous.

I said yes again and again, I'm a deflated person who came back from a part-time job, so I won't be so unlucky, right?

When I returned to the inn and looked at Old Man Feng's store, the old man was already planning to close the stall, I calmed down, whether it was a person or a ghost, there was always a certain number, and I still had to face it.

"Xue Cheng, you're back, the girl from 101 came back just now, and said that she would continue to live."

My eyes widened and I looked horrified, "What are you talking about?" That's a ghost—"

"You're just scaring yourself, what are you talking about when you just went there alone? I haven't seen her back for a long time, and the girl is beautiful as a thief, but unfortunately you didn't see it. ”

After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he still had a fantasy on his face, and I wanted to slap him awake.

There's no way, such a straight man who goes to the bottom, even if he tells him, he doesn't understand, he is an atheist at all.

I looked at the computer, and there was indeed a reminder on the computer to renew the stay, and the room fee for the renewal of the stay will be issued to my mobile phone on time every day.

When it was almost half past eleven in the middle of the night, I urged Wang Qiang to go back and rest together.

I arranged a dormitory bed for him, just in the cubicle next to the lobby, and he didn't have a girlfriend anyway, so it didn't matter if I squeezed with him.

When twelve o'clock in the night came, the bell in the lobby was still ringing as usual.

The terrifying sound echoed in my heart for a long time, and I hid in the quilt and shivered a little, forcing my eyes to sleep with my eyes closed.

When I was nervous and couldn't sleep, there was a whirring sound from Wang Qiang's side, and I also admired his ability to sleep so soundly.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

......

There was a knock on the door of the cubicle, and I wanted to get up and open it, but I suddenly remembered what the old man had told me, no matter what, I couldn't open the door.

I continued to fall asleep on the bed, covering my ears with the quilt.

Can't hear can't hear.

I closed my eyes tightly and didn't dare to lift them, and there seemed to be a slight panting sound in my ears, a little enchanting, and a little charming.

There are only two people in this room, me and Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang sleeps on the other side of my feet, how can he blow air in my ears?

As soon as this realization appeared, I decided to hide under the covers.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was a pair of green eyes looking at me under the quilt.

Doesn't that leave me with nothing to hide?

I was in a cold sweat, and I wanted to open my mouth for help, but I couldn't say a word.

Maybe I'm overly afraid, maybe I'm overly nervous.

In a trance, the woman in white floated in, but she didn't get close to me.

There is no previous horror, but there are a little more vicissitudes, her face is beautiful, but her face is full of sorrow.

Her voice was bleak and melancholy, giving people a creepy feeling, and she had been reading a poem.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful.

Cherish the spring and go. A few points to urge the rain of flowers.

Leaning all over the appendix, but there is no emotion.

Where are the people. Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

What did she want to tell me?

Hey, don't go!

You make it clear! Don't leave!

The white clothes were ethereal, and he left with tears in his eyes.

When the light pierced my eyes little by little, I had to open my eyes and wake up with a moment of panic.

What about last night's woman?

Is that real or a dream?