The building is not far from the sea, and you can clearly hear the sound of the rolling waves. （bsp;. The building is very tall, twenty-two floors, and it can be seen that it was once a hotel. After all, there is still an old sign on the outside of the first and second floors that reads "Scissorhands Hotel". The name is as terrifying as the name of the building. It's just that for some reason, it went out of business and was finally converted into an apartment.

Li Nuoyi observed under the building for a while and felt that the environment was good. She walked to the door, rang the floor and room number of the video doorbell, and the people in the room were connected almost instantly.

She was stunned, thinking to herself. My good friends are different, I know that I am coming, I have been waiting by the door for a long time, and friendship is precious! However, when did this little girl change her personality? I used to be lazy, and I burned my butt on fire, and I wouldn't move my body in bed!

"Who?" A man's voice came over the speaker, in German.

Li Nuoyi was really stunned this time. The man's voice was cold and piercing, sharp as fingers grabbing through glass. She subconsciously looked at the video, only to see that the monitor was empty, only the home furnishings, and there was no figure in sight. It's weird, why is this person hiding?

She scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I pressed the wrong number." ”

Then hung up the doorbell. Looking down at the address in your hand, and typing it in carefully, there was a brief 'beep' sound coming from the speaker. It took several minutes for someone to connect.

Zhou Han stood lazily in front of the camera in pajamas, and yawned, obviously looking like he hadn't woken up. This dead woman is really still the same virtue as before.

"Noi, you're here so soon? I'll open the door for you. She pressed the door button in a daze, "Come on, don't go to the wrong place." ”

In front of him, with a 'creaking' sound of metal rubbing, the door slowly opened. The elevator room is dimly lit, as if separated by a few light years, giving the illusion of a different world. Li Nuoyi inexplicably felt a little chill in his body, this building really felt a little hellish. The gate was like an entrance to hell, eating people without spitting out bones, and those who entered would fall into hell through the entrails of the building.

Thinking too much, how can there be such an outrageous thing! She walked in with her luggage, the air in the building was humid, perhaps due to the heating. Recently, the winter in Europe is very uneven, and I always love to blow snowstorms, and my skin care products have been wiped layer after layer, but I still can't withstand the cold. My skin was about to freeze.

The elevator is old, and it feels like it has been used for decades. There was a management room in front of the elevator, and a balding little German old man was sitting watching TV. He should have known he was in, but he didn't lift his head. His gaze was completely fixed on the TV screen, and his face showed an inexplicable smile of compassion.

Li Nuoyi looked at the past. The TV elevator in the management room is even older, only about 10 inches. I thought he was watching some attractive program, but the TV went blank, and only the screen showed channels without any pictures. Li Nuoyi was stunned again, she felt that the little old man and his TV were terrifying. I'm afraid only a neurotic would happily watch a channel with nothing. The caretaker of this mansion is actually a psychopath, it's terrible. It seems that you must carry a fruit knife with you when you go out and exit in the future. lest he accidentally get nervous and lose his life.

Zhou Han's room is on the eighteenth floor at No. 13, and these two numbers are unlucky. The eighteenth floor is not built in many superstitious places in the mainland, and the seventeenth floor is directly the nineteenth floor. Once upon a time, she had an uncle who bought an eighteen-story house, and when her grandmother heard about it, she had to ask him to sell it immediately, saying that it was unlucky for him to live in eighteen-story hell. Uncle is not a superstitious person, the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, of course he didn't sell it. Since then, however, his luck has become worse and worse, and finally the company he runs has closed down, and the debt-ridden ones are almost on the streets.

Fortunately, there are more brothers and sisters, and everyone has helped some. My uncle also sold the house, and it took a few years of bad luck before it gradually improved. Since then, my uncle has become obsessed with some of the customs and taboos of the past.

And thirteen, which foreshadows Good Friday, is the day of Jesus' death. In the West, it is an absolutely ominous figure. The Bible says that the thirteen days are the day of tribulation, when the light of the Lord is the weakest and the demonic energy is the most abundant. It heralds death and calamity. The same is true in the West, where the old building does not have thirteen floors and will not have room thirteen. Especially the hotel.

But the predecessor of this apartment, the place called the Hell Hotel, is probably an exception! Maybe that's one of the reasons why it went out of business.

Zhou Han is really good at picking a room, and it is the eighteen-story hell in the east, and it is Good Friday in the west, and the misfortunes of the East and the West are all gathered together. It's going to be really creepy. Especially for people like Li Nuoyi, who have encountered strange things, after experiencing a narrow escape from death, they will be much more careful in what they do.

Pressing the button in front of me, it didn't take long to hear a "clanging" sound, and the elevator door slowly opened. Li Nuoyi walked in, pressed the number eighteen, and the door gradually closed. Through the cracks, she snapped into the Administrator's casual glance at her place, a grim sneer on his face. The wrinkled face and chilling smile made her shiver.

What kind of nerves is that administrator striking, laughing so nastyly.

Li Nuoyi was very unsure, she looked at the old elevator. The elevator climbs very slowly, and it is not the display screen that shows the floor, but the mechanical numbers. It will take a long time for these mechanical numbers to move up one place. Like a snail, it was hard to climb to the eighteenth floor.

She always felt that the number eighteen was particularly hideous, and unlike other floors, the number had an indescribable dark red, as if it was red after blood clotted. But after rubbing my eyes vigorously and looking carefully again, I couldn't see the difference.

Is it because you are too careful?

The elevator doors opened, revealing the appearance of the eighteenth floor. Li Nuoyi hesitated for a while, and finally decided. Pulling his luggage, he slowly stepped out of the elevator door.

The door behind him struggled to close, as if a monster had closed its mouth. She felt that the air around her was not fresh, and in front of her was a deep hallway, with many room doors lined up on either side of the corridor.

Li Nuoyi pouted, put aside the many cluttered ominous premonitions in his mind, and began to find Zhou Han's room number.

This apartment really follows the characteristics of the old hotel, and the house number is arranged on the left and right. She counted them one by one, but she was secretly surprised in the depths of her heart. From the inside, the outside of the apartment still looks old, and the layout is not current fashion. I'm afraid it's a lot older than I guess.

Finally came to Zhou Han's room, and the door was in an inconspicuous small corner. It's a strange feeling, after all, the layout of the room is supposed to be two parallel lines, and there should be no corners. But that door gives people the impression that they are in a corner, and if they don't pay attention, they will ignore it.

Li Nuoyi patted his head lightly, a little puzzled. She took two steps back and looked left and right. The door of room 13 didn't seem to be any different from the doors on both sides, but Xin always felt a strong discomfort. Maybe Zhou Han knew that he was coming, and the door was open.

She hesitated, ready to pull the door and walk in. Li Nuoyi's hand grasped the doorknob, and a piercing coldness immediately entered the palm of his hand. It felt like it wasn't just because the handles were made of iron, but there were also some inexplicable things. She was holding as if she were a superconductor of absolute zero, and her whole body was frozen from the only point of contact in her right hand.

Li Nuoyi slowly opened the door, and at this moment, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a girl's voice came, "Yiyi, what are you rubbing?" Why did you come so slowly! ”

It was Zhou Han's voice.

Li Nuoyi turned his head suddenly, only to see Zhou Han standing in front of the door in cartoon pajamas, looking at him puzzled. It's weird, obviously he was standing in front of the door of room thirteen, but how could Zhou Han come out from behind him. Did you get the wrong room? No, I can see it very clearly, and there is indeed a house number 13.

She patted her face gently, and when she looked back again, she was surprised to find that the door that she had opened half of the room had closed at some point. It was tightly closed, and there was not the slightest crack left. It's like an impenetrable prison inside. The door was completely different from what I had seen before, covered in rust, mottled with mottled doors, and a dull red color that I didn't know if it was blood or dye, sticking to the doorknob, giving it a hideous feeling.

She withdrew her hand suddenly, shivering involuntarily, her heart beating wildly, and her whole body trembling.

Zhou Han looked at her puzzled, "Yiyi, what's wrong with you?" Hurry up and come in! ”

Li Nuoyi stopped talking, she couldn't figure out if she had a delusion just now. Maybe it's really a delusion. She looked up again at the room number she had almost entered by mistake. I saw that nothing was written on the nameplate. The blankness made her feel chills.

So she fled and followed Zhou Han into the real door of room 13.

This is a standard two-bedroom, two-living room layout, which is quite old from the perspective of architectural techniques. However, Zhou Han furnished his home very warmly. Entering the door is a small living room with an open kitchenette and a small bar. There are two wooden doors facing the main door and passing through the living room, which is probably the bedroom.

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