I knew the story of Yuan Kang's death, and I also knew that there was a big problem with the Junli Hotel. But to be honest, it doesn't help the current situation in any way.

I don't know anything about why the Junli Hotel has such a dangerous and terrifying power, and I can't stop it.

I can only tell the thin man about this, especially to Chen Xiaoqiu, and tell them more.

Among those of us, only Chen Yihan is likely to enter the Junli Hotel. Who knows what Hotel Chunli will do to people who are not hotel employees?

Chen Xiaoqiu thanked him and said that he would tell Chen Yihan about it.

Staying home on the weekends, I felt like lice all over my body, and I felt very uncomfortable.

Things in the Junli Hotel can move and kill, but what about the furniture and utensils in other places?

I just guess that the situation of the Junli Hotel is related to the feng shui mentioned by Nangong Yao, and there is always a feeling of palpitations, and any dead things around it have become weird now.

At night, I thought I would not be able to sleep well, but as soon as I touched the pillow, I fell into a dream.

I chuckled in my heart, and then I looked forward to it.

Are you dreaming of Yuan Kang again?

Yuan Kang has worked at the Chunli Hotel for so many years, maybe he knows something about Feng Shui?

It would be nice to find out the truth.

"Xiaozhong!"

The busy kitchen in front of me and the shouting in my ears made me understand the situation and couldn't help but be disappointed.

The object of my dream this time is not Yuan Kang, but Wei Xiaozhong.

Wei Xiaozhong was busy in the kitchen, and when the kitchen was ready, Wei Xiaozhong had to bring it out and serve it to the guests in the restaurant.

He does the most untechnical work, and it is also the busiest and menial work. It wasn't his turn to order.

I noticed his expression and saw that he was normal, nothing unusual.

He served the food like this a few times, and after serving it to his guests again, he turned and left the restaurant.

His pace and stride distance did not change in any way, and the expression on his face was as gentle and polite as just now.

Leaving the dining room, his uniform became conspicuous. This is not a uniform that will appear in hotel lobbies, hallways, and guest rooms. But the people around him turned a blind eye to this, and even the hotel staff did not cast a puzzled look.

Wei Xiaozhong walked to the elevator like this, pressed the button on the top floor, and leisurely watched the elevator slowly go up. On the 23rd floor, he turned into the stairwell and went up to the rooftop.

The door of the rooftop seemed to be unlocked, and Wei Xiaozhong opened it as soon as he pushed it.

The cold wind was blowing on the open rooftop.

Wei Xiaozhong shuddered, hugged his arm, and sighed.

"It's so cold...... Wei Xiaozhong muttered as he circled around the rooftop. It looks pretty tall, but it's not as tall as the skyscrapers. Wei Xiaozhong talked to himself again, turned his head to look up at the high-rise buildings next to him, and then looked at the buildings on the opposite side of the Luoqu River.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, his clenched arms loosened, his arms opened, and his eyes closed, as if feeling the wind.

He shivered again, bared his teeth, sniffed, "It's too cold." He stomped his feet, looked at the central air conditioner on the rooftop, leaned over, and hid behind the machine to block the wind.

I watched as his face turned red, his nose turned red, and his lips turned white. He didn't have any intention of leaving, just looked into the distance.

After about ten minutes, he sighed, stood up with a gloomy expression, and walked around the roof again. It was like an unconscious move, and his expression was like he was struggling with something very important.

He stopped at the edge of the rooftop, looked into the distance for a moment, and looked down at the ground.

I floated in the air, thinking all over my head, I'm like this, it's not in the hotel area, and the hotel can't do anything to me in this place, right?

Wei Xiaozhong stretched out his arms and suddenly shouted loudly: "Ah-"

He's venting.

The sound didn't travel very far.

The busy road was much louder than Wei Xiaozhong's voice.

Wei Xiaozhong did not put down his hand, but leaned forward and planted forward.

I didn't care to think about it anymore, and stretched out my hand to Wei Xiaozhong.

Before my hand touched Wei Xiaozhong's body, that creepy feeling came out again.

The source of the line of sight was all directions except those in front of and above me.

Wei Xiaozhong's body had fallen straight down.

My gaze was glued to Wei Xiaozhong's body, maintaining the posture of reaching out.

Wei Xiaozhong grew his mouth and shouted again: "Ah-"

Burst!

The bamboo pole of the scaffolding ran through his body, and his shouting was stopped, turning into a meaningless moan of "ho-ho" and vomiting blood. The workers on the scaffolding shouted in panic, louder than Wei Xiaozhong's shouts. Downstairs, a shout soon sounded, soaring into the sky.

My stiff body regained its mobility, turned around, looked down, and I looked at the hotel.

The hotel is still a hotel, and the floor of the rooftop is nothing special. Those air conditioners and pipes are not ghosts, just dead things. I searched for a long time and didn't find anything.

The previous gaze, it seems, was indeed projected on me.

I couldn't help but think of Chu Run.

In Chu Run's consciousness, dead things can also speak.

Isn't it true that Chu Run was mentally conditioned because he was frightened by a ghost...... Hear the sound of a dead thing?

My scalp tingled, and a shivering sensation rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and I woke up suddenly.

During the meal, my parents saw that I had serious dark circles under my eyes, and they all shouted at me and asked for warmth, and they were very concerned.

I had to say that I stayed up late to watch a movie.

Holding the bowl, I just felt heavy on my hands.

The bowl I use at home is a longevity bowl that I don't know when a relative dies and holds a funeral. To put it mildly, this kind of longevity bowl has a fixed shape, which is similar and nothing special. It has never been opened, and it is not really used by the elderly people of the family, but it is sent by the person who buried the dragon, and the mouth of the bowl is uneven.

The chopsticks I use at home are supermarket bought, a pack of 20 wooden chopsticks, unpatterned, brown, square, and featureless. If you want to get out of the ghost, it is either that the manufacturer of chopsticks has died, or that the wood they cut down has become fine.

Both of these are products that come out of the assembly line.

The plates and tables used at home are not antiques, and the household appliances have been replaced in the past ten years.

No one has ever died in my family, it's not a murderous house.

When I bought a house and renovated it, I didn't find anyone to see feng shui.

My parents didn't believe that.

I went through this information in my head, and eating absent-mindedly was to convince myself that things in the house were normal, very, very safe.

If there's anything in this home that's abnormal, it's probably only me and the files of Aoba in my room with some supernatural properties.

Thinking about it makes me feel a lot more relaxed.

When I returned to the house after eating, I scanned the Aoba file in the cabinet before I went to get my phone and told the thin man about last night's dream.

The thin man screamed and was scared, even more so than yesterday.

"The people upstairs believe in Buddhism! He still has a statue of Guanyin at home! The thin man said that he was under a lot of pressure, and the ceiling above his head seemed to be getting heavy.