We went in through the door of the hotel.

As with most hotels, there is a front desk. It is a place where guests come to stay at the hotel.

It's just that this art garden hotel has not been open for a long time, and there is no one in the main station, so it seems empty and extremely depressed.

It may have been that the closure came very suddenly, and many telephones, faxes, computers and other facilities on the bar have not been removed and are still in place. But it was covered with a thick layer of dust.

On the wall behind the main desk, there is a row of wall clocks.

Some of the larger hotels will set up some wall clocks like this, which are used to display the time in different time zones around the world.

So none of these facilities caught my attention, and I looked for directions, trying to find the staircase and go upstairs to have a look. Since it's closed for business, the power must have been cut off. There are only four floors and there will be no elevator.

I saw the sign between the stairs, so I passed the main platform and walked towards the staircase.

As soon as I passed by the main station, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I jerked my head back to the front desk.

This action startled the fat sea behind me, and he looked at me in confusion.

I pointed to the row of wall clocks and said to the fat sea, "Fatty, look at those hours. ”

Fat Dahai also looked over, and when he understood, he was also puzzled, and muttered: "How can this be?" ”

On that row of wall clocks, the time in six different time zones, including Beijing time, Tokyo time, and London time, is marked. But strangely, the dials of the six wall clocks indicate the same time.

In other words, here, the time is unified in six time zones, including Beijing time, Tokyo time, and London time.

How is this possible, even if I am not good at geography, I understand that these regions are all time differences, and it is impossible to show the same time.

Could it be that someone artificially adjusted these wall clocks to the same time?

But who would be so boring, and what's the point?

The time shown on the clock is eleven o'clock.

I took out my phone and looked at it, it was eleven o'clock.

Could it be that the time here changes with the time of the people who come in? We came in at eleven o'clock, and it showed eleven o'clock?

It's weird. I stood in front of the main desk and watched for a while. The wall clocks had indeed stopped, and the hands had stayed at eleven o'clock.

Fat Dahai waved his hand: "Let's go, boss, this may be a coincidence." ”

I nodded, knowing that such a coincidence was unlikely, but I didn't want to spend too much time here.

I was about to continue walking down the stairs when I heard movement from upstairs.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The sound was muffled, as if something heavy was hitting the wall.

Fat Dahai and I glanced at each other, and we both listened carefully.

The sound magically disappeared after a few minutes.

Since we all know that there were two people who went up there before us, we guessed that they were the ones who made the noise.

I urged Fat Dahai to hurry upstairs. It's best to meet those two people and see what their purpose is. If everyone eats the same bowl of rice, I think it's better to sit down and talk.

We walked down the staircase, and when the door to the staircase closed, it was pitch black.

Although it came in during the day, it had the effect of a dark sky. This was something we didn't expect, but luckily I still had a flashlight.

I turned on a flashlight and walked up the stairs to the upper floor.

The stairwell should have been uncleaned for a long time, forming a thin layer of dust on the stairs.

On the dust, two pairs of footprints of two people were clearly visible.

Obviously, these footprints were left by the two people who came in before us. Other than that, there are no other people's footprints. This also proves from the side that Ah Guang said that there are still many people who have come to see the hotel, and the authenticity is debatable.

So we continued up the stairs upstairs.

Since Chen Tao didn't tell me, the room where the dead man was at that time was on the floor. So we walked aimlessly. What's more, in broad daylight, it is estimated that there is no problem. When I came here, I just went through the motions first, and I knew the topography and floor distribution of the hotel.

If you really want to conduct a survey, you can't come during the day, you have to come at night to see the problem.

Because of the sound just made, it sounded like it was on a high level. I decided to go to the fourth floor with Fat Dahai first, then go down from the fourth floor to the third floor, and then turn to the annex. Get a feel for the overall terrain and get out of here.

But we walked up the stairs, and the stairs spiraled upward. We walked for more than ten minutes, and we still didn't reach the end.

The highest floor of the hotel is the fourth floor. At our pace, more than ten minutes should have gone to the top a long time ago. How can the stairs still appear in front?

I remained silent and climbed some further distance, but the situation still did not improve.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and said to the fat sea in a deep voice: "Fatty, don't go up, go down......"

Fat Dahai hugged the porcelain cat, sweating even more, nodded after listening to me, and realized the seriousness of the matter, and walked downstairs quietly.

We went down the stairs again, and something strange happened again.

There is no end to going down.

And even the door that came in was nowhere to be found. We seem to be trapped on this staircase, we can go up and down, but we can't go to the end, and we can't find the exit.

It's really daylight. This situation came as a big surprise to me.

We walked back and forth a dozen times, spending more than an hour, and finally we were all so tired and out of breath that we simply sat on the stairs and gasped for breath.

I calmed myself down and carefully analyzed the situation here.

This situation is very similar to a ghost hitting a wall, but a ghost hitting a wall usually happens at night, and there is a greater chance of it happening in an open field. But it's noon, and according to normal theory, there is plenty of yang energy at this time, and there shouldn't be weird and bizarre things. Not to mention that we are on the stairs and do not exist to be

The ghost covers his eyes and the possibility of disorientation.

But if it's not a ghost hitting the wall, how can the current situation be explained?

At this time, I suddenly realized that the iron pillar that had been following us was gone.

When I just went up and down the stairs, it was still around us, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Fatty, where is the iron pillar?" I asked.

Tie Zhu looked left and right and didn't find Tie Zhu, he was also confused, and shook his head: "I was still here just now." This dog is too unreliable, isn't it? ”

I shook my head, "Leave it alone, fatty, why don't you pee on the stairs?" ”

I knew that the boy's urine was still effective in breaking the ghost wall, so I wanted Fat Dahai to try it.

(End of chapter)

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