Chapter 114: Striking the Grass and Startling the Snake

We pretended to be the ones asking for directions and stopped each other's cars. But I didn't expect this grandson to be a master who didn't want to die, and rushed up, it seemed that he was going to beat us to death.

I'm cĒŽo, this grandson is really a fucking loss, if we hadn't hid in time, I'm afraid we would have been hit to death.

Well, instead of catching the peddlers, we were exposed. We had to ride an electric car and chase after it again.

Unexpectedly, this time the small vendor did not stop at the door of any restaurant, but returned directly to the crematorium.

We couldn't get into the crematorium, which made us feel very depressed. But the more this happens, the more we suspect that something is wrong with the other person.

We had to go to the hotel opposite the crematorium and stay.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a banging sound next door, as if something hard was hitting the wall.

And this knocking sound is not only from the next room, but also from the other rooms.

Only our room didn't.

We noticed a pattern, and it seemed that every hour there would be a knocking sound, and I had a vague sense that it was some kind of code.

Those who live in a few rooms next door are in a group? Will they have a conspiracy?

A sense of foreboding came to me, and I whispered my thoughts to the deserter.

The desertion was also taken aback, thinking that we were probably being targeted by the people of the panmen. These Panmen people are really haunted.

But I think it's strange that we've always kept a low profile, and mostly at night, and the chances of being detected are slim to none.

Is the pan door that capable?

The three of us discussed it for a while, and finally decided to investigate, and we must not ignore any danger signals.

discussed and discussed, and in the end, I deserted Li Xueqin and asked Li Xueqin to guard the room, in case the people from Panmen dared to attack us, let her call the police immediately.

As for me, I and the desert were going to go down the balcony and sneak to the window of the next room to see who lived inside.

The balcony of the hotel was huge, and we easily climbed up to the opposite balcony along the wall and listened carefully to the movement inside.

It was quiet inside, there was no movement, not even the sound of breathing, as if no one was living.

It was unusually quiet, and I felt extremely frightened, always thinking that something was going to happen.

I deserted through the balcony window and quietly observed the inside. There was no movement in it. I tried to hear the breathing, but I couldn't.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. He knocked lightly on the window and whispered to anyone who didn't answer.

It seems that the people inside are sleeping dead. So I deserted and pushed the window open and shone a flashlight inside.

In such a photo, we were shocked into a cold sweat, and a tall figure was leaning against the wall, motionless.

He didn't sleep, but why didn't he hear us?

I whispered, "Hello, the door to our room is locked from the outside, can I go in from you and open the door?" ā€

The other party did not say a word, did not move, and stood on the wall.

I looked at each other: "Could it be that you fell asleep standing up?" ā€

I don't think it's very likely, who can fall asleep standing up? Maybe the other person is sleepwalking.

I made up our minds immediately, quietly opened the window, and slipped in little by little.

The guy was really sleepwalking, his eyes wide open, his clothes were messy, he emitted a foul smell, he was looking ahead with an expressionless face, his breathing was slight, and his heart was beating.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, take the liberty of bothering. ā€

I didn't expect to wake up the other party.

Grass, this guy slept too hard.

At this moment, two bangbangs came from the next room, and the sound cycle was gradual, and soon it was the turn of this room.

The dude slammed his head against the wall, making a banging sound. I was frightened by desertion, this is self-harm, this is this.

I and the desertion couldn't wake each other up, and we knew that this guy must be bored, so we were ready to leave.

But just as I was about to leave, the reflection on his wrist caught my attention. I shone a flashlight on what was on his wrist and saw that it was a copper bar with words engraved on it.

I leaned down and took a closer look at the writing. When I saw what was on it, I was dumbfounded.

Funeral Parlor No. 37.

Funeral Parlor No. 37? I rub, what does this mean? This is a sign for the dead, so that it is easier to identify the body.

Could it be that this guy is dead?

But fucking no, if it's a dead man, why does this guy still have breathing and heartbeat? And why is it in this hotel?

The storage of this hotel is not quite normal in itself. My head was big for a moment, and I vaguely sensed that I seemed to be caught up in a conspiracy.

I suddenly remembered a news I had read on a popular science website before, according to legend, the hotel built opposite the crematorium was not for the living.

If it is not for the living, it is for the dead. When I think about it, I immediately feel hairy all over my body. In other words, the guy in front of him is actually a dead man.

The people who lived around our room were all dead people.

My scalp tingled with fright, and I was ready to leave the room with my desertion. But before he moved, he suddenly heard a knock at the door, and then a voice that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life came: "The time has come, and you are on the road." ā€

How does this slogan sound so familiar? Isn't this a classic line in a bloody zombie sentence? Could it be that he is a corpse chaser?

Desertion and I immediately hid under the bed and inadvertently made a little noise.

The door was opened, and a person peeked in, glanced around the room, and after making sure that there was no one else, the door was opened.

And the man, who was still motionless, suddenly walked to the door and followed the man.

Only then did we find out that behind the man, there were five or six "people", looking at their stiff movements and strange postures, they should also be dead people.

I gasped, damn it, corpse chasers, there really are corpse chasers. Why didn't the front desk lady tell us when we moved in?

After they were completely silent, I dragged the desert out. As soon as he got out, he immediately said to me excitedly: "Liu Yang, have you noticed?" ā€

Notice what? I asked inexplicably.

"I'm a little familiar with those corpses." "Really, it's familiar. ā€

"Familiar? Do you know? ā€

"You've probably seen it too." Desertion said: "On the island of death, I have been in contact with Lumen's people for a long time, and I found that these people are all Lumen's people." ā€

"Aren't all the people of Lumen dead?" I asked.

It was only after I said that I realized how stupid my question really was. Yes, the people of Lumen are dead, and their bodies have been driven here.

I collapsed on the bed weakly: "Poor Lumen, even if he dies, he can't live in peace." ā€

However, I wondered why they had brought the bodies of the Lumen to this crematorium. And it's the same method.

Could it be that they are worried that transporting corpses by truck will cause corpses or something? I felt more and more that this kind of thing was not so simple, and immediately said to the deserter: "Let's catch up and see." ā€

With that, I chased after him with the deserter, only to find that the other party had entered the crematorium. As for the purpose of entering the crematorium, it is unknown.

But I'm curious, these bodies were sent to the crematorium, were they going to be burned directly? But why do you have to go all the way here and burn it? Or is there some other purpose?

We returned to our room in despair, looking at the crematorium, but helpless.

Countless forbidden places didn't stop us, only to be stopped by the damn crematorium, which is ridiculous to think about.

We made a lot of plans to try to escape. But the results were not satisfactory, and we found that we didn't seem to be able to pass the doorman's level.

Since there is a problem with this crematorium, the doorman will definitely be very vigilant, and our appearance will only startle the snake.