The room was pitch black, and the flashlight was shining brightly, shining straight on the dark purple headboard facing the window.

The carved headboard of the bed is well lacquered, with a slight glow. As the flashlight moved downward, Yang Xiao saw the white sheets on the bed and the two sets of light gray quilts that were neatly folded, but there was no trace of blood! Yang Xiao hurriedly shone under the bed again, and the red lacquered floor was clean and spotless.

Yang Xiao's heart was stunned, and he hurriedly continued to use the light of the flashlight to search the entire room, chandeliers, wall corners, TV cabinets, etc., everything, there was nothing unusual. These things in front of him made Yang Xiao suddenly like a dream, as if he had returned to the night of the incident, he was sitting on the head of the bed in a daze, waiting for the waiter named Xiaoyan No. 024 to knock on the door.

Oh my God, what really happened that night? And who cleaned this room, so clean, so thoroughly?

With a "snap", a large drop of rain fell from the window edge and smashed on Yang Xiao's head, making him feel smart.

He looked up at the night sky and saw that many black clouds were drifting north.

By this time, the rainstorm had stopped, and all that was left was a sparse drizzle. It seems to be much quieter all around. It also made his mind clearer.

So, now it's time to sneak into the room and do a little more careful searching? Or get out of here right away?

Just as Yang Xiao hesitated, he suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Although this voice was very weak, it was too familiar to Yang Xiao, and it made him unforgettable! Isn't that exactly the sound of the 024 waiter knocking on the door? Yang Xiao's hairs stood up, he hurriedly turned off the flashlight, reached out and pulled the curtains, leaving only a small gap, he really wanted to know who the person who walked in would be! However, his eyes now could only see the location of the large bed opposite.

The knock on ......the door continued. Every time he knocked it, Yang Xiao felt that he would tremble with it. Finally, the knocking on the door stopped. Immediately, he heard the sound of someone pushing the door in. But, the room fell silent immediately. It's like nothing happened.

The moment the flashlight was turned off just now, Yang Xiao's eyes were very uncomfortable. Right now

The room was even darker. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them with all his might, trying to look through the gap between the curtains. He vaguely saw the silhouette of a seated figure on the edge of the bed on the left, it should be a woman, her back bent, her head pressed low, her long hair hanging down, and her hair seemed to be shaking slightly.

Yang Xiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat, he thought he was dazzled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked closely, the blurred outline really disappeared. He let out a long sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he was about to be made insane. But, no, intuitively, someone must have entered the room just now, where is this person now? Yang Xiao became nervous again. Suddenly, he felt a black shadow in front of him shake and disappear again, so close to him, that his body subconsciously dodged backwards, and almost didn't fall.

Yang Xiao gritted his teeth, straightened his neck, and looked inside. Through the faint light that flowed through the gaps, he saw a woman with a disheveled hair kneeling in front of the bed, squirming slowly, as if searching for something. She? Who could she be? What was the purpose of her coming to this abominable room?

"Sting!" With a sound, the inside lit up, and Yang Xiao saw clearly the face with a thick foundation, as well as the red lips and bright eyes. Isn't this the tall, skinny woman who pimped herself! I saw that she was holding a burning matchstick in one hand, lit a few dark coins in the other hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Xiao Yan, today is the third day, according to the rules, it is the day of 'burning for three days', and when it is seven days, I will come to you again to 'burn for seven days'." Ahem, who else but me will burn paper for you? Won't your soul wander around anymore? I'm scared of you, don't look for me anymore. If you have a debtor, you go to the newspaper reporter who killed you......"

Hearing this, Yang Xiao's head "buzzed", how could this woman know that she was a reporter from the newspaper? But did you kill yourself? What really happened that night? And who cleaned up all the incriminating evidence in the room after he escaped, and cleaned it up so cleanly? Is this person friend or foe? Could it be a trap that someone has carefully set for themselves?

But that's not right! No one persuaded themselves to come here to prostitute themselves, and this is not a glorious thing! Suffice it to say, no one knew that they would walk into this hateful hotel and this hapless room "024" at that time.

Just when Yang Xiao's thoughts were confused, he smelled an unpleasant smoke coming towards him, and at the same time, with a click, the curtain in front of him was ruthlessly opened, revealing a miserable white face and a pair of bright eyes, Yang Xiao fell down with a backward lean, and then he jumped up from the ground like a monkey regardless of the pain, and ran forward desperately along the alley. The slippery stone pavement and stagnant water under his feet were "crackling" when his feet trampled on them. While running, he thought to himself: Is this narrow alley prepared for himself to practice long-distance running?

Finally, he ran to the mouth of the alley, panting and standing there panting and looking back, the old woman did not climb out of the window to chase after him, and his heart was finally relieved.

At this moment, his mood was so bad that he couldn't extricate himself, like something piling up in his stomach, making him indigestion, but how he couldn't spit it out.

What should I do now? Did you run into the alley again and climb up to the second floor to find that woman's theory? Or a quick departure? Yang Xiao smiled bitterly and shook his head. His legs began to tremble again, reminding him not to go any further to the alley no matter what.

It was a sweltering hot night, and it was a rare cool night. In the night sky, occasional raindrops hit his face, reminding him that he was already soaking wet. He thought he should go home immediately, take off his wet clothes, take a hot shower, and go to sleep with his head covered. However, he unconsciously walked in the direction of the newspaper office, and bursts of cold wind skewered on the street, making Yang Xiao sneeze a few times, and he thought that this must be Dong Yuhu nagging him. But why bother him? A girl who usually "giggles" with you suddenly becomes polite to you, and calls you "you", obviously trying to distance yourself from you, or to keep a certain distance from you. Why is that? Moreover, the way Dong Yuhu spoke to himself at that time, he felt so awkward, why is this? Is it for yourself? She is so abnormal, there must be something that is not easy to say directly, let yourself guess? Yang Xiao's mind flipped quickly, recalling the scene at that time. Suddenly, he stopped, beckoned to the taxi on the side of the road