"Gott~"

"Ahem...... ...... vomit"

I squatted in front of the hotel, vomiting at night!

The mustache next to me gently patted my back, and said in a somewhat weird tone: "I'm used to spitting...... You've been throwing up for about ten minutes, do you want to drink some water? ”

I didn't have time to talk to him, I blushed and vomited, and I was about to vomit bile.

When I think of what happened before, I feel a chill in my stomach, as if I was being clutched by a big hand, and my whole body is weak.

I wish it was a dream so I could comfort myself a little.

But it's not a dream, it's happening!

Those images have been deeply imprinted in my mind, and even when I close my eyes, I can hear the terrible wails and screams of those ghosts.

They wailed and tried to return to the corridor door on the right, but they couldn't.

I didn't actually eat them, but in a sense, I did.

The slashing of the skinning knife, the brilliant knife technique, the mysterious angle, and the speed that cannot be described in words, caused those ghosts to fall in front of me one by one.

The broken whetstone absorbed the black mist that came out of the ghosts, and my body felt like it was getting a great sense of satisfaction, and the feeling of hunger was rapidly lessening.

It was a feeling of satisfaction in eating delicious food, which was pleasant to me at the time, but when all the ghosts were destroyed, my whole body convulsed, and my internal organs seemed to be stirred by a force.

I had sensed that something was wrong with my body, but I didn't expect it to be so serious, and there was another personality in my body, and this personality could affect my normal thinking.

The most terrifying thing is that I seem to have a third special personality, but it hasn't manifested itself for the time being!

Twenty years of life, I never found this problem.

Since when did this start?

I guess it was when I had a nightmare after I came to the hotel!

Well, it should be that broken whetstone!

I remember hearing someone sharpening their knives at my bedside that night, and then the broken tip of the boning knife was restored, and then my hand was cut by the blade, and some blood was dripping on the two knives and the broken whetstone......

The incident that happened a few days ago appeared in my mind at this time, and it was very clear, and no detail appeared in my mind in the slightest.

So, is it that I have a hidden personality that sleeps?

Or is it because of those two knives and the whetstone?

At this time, I was in pain, vomiting wildly, and my mind was still very clear thinking about these questions, and I felt as if my soul and body were about to be stripped away.

The roar in the hotel disappeared, and the screaming and wailing were much weaker, basically coming from the second floor.

The little girl and the strong man wearing red gloves went to the corridor door on the left, and the black mist gushing out there had already retracted, and the strange sound inside quickly disappeared, and I don't know how they dealt with it.

Mo Li went to the second floor with the black cat, and the mustache was carefully by my side, I had already vomited a lot of snot and tears, and the mustache kept comforting me softly, if it weren't for his legs and feet shaking a little, I would definitely treat him as my bosom friend.

Half an hour later, I basically couldn't vomit anything, I was so uncomfortable that I sat in front of the hotel, looking at the stars in the night sky in a daze.

I don't know when, the little girl appeared next to me, and the mustache had disappeared.

She whispered to me, "Go back to sleep, you might forget when you wake up!" ”

I shook my head softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't sleep, and I don't dare to sleep!" ”

I was so frightened by what had happened to me, and so did the little girls, and I didn't know how to explain it to them, and they didn't seem to be ready to ask.

The little girl sighed lightly and sat directly beside me and accompanied me to look at the stars.

After a long time, I turned to look at her and asked, "That Mo Yi said that I was the same kind of person as him......

"It's different, you're not the same as him!"

The little girl interrupted me, this time her expression was very firm, her eyes flashed a little complicated, and she said softly: "At least, you can control yourself and don't do anything to us!" ”

As she spoke, she lit a cigarette for herself and let out a long puff of smoke.

This time I didn't snatch her cigarette, I lit one for myself, took a deep breath, felt the smoke circulate in my lungs, and took a long breath.

It's a good feeling, and it seems to soothe my mood a little.

"Did he really kill five regular workers?"

"Hmm!"

"Why?"

"Because he wanted to resurrect his wife, he committed a big taboo, the boss gave him a choice, and then he went crazy!"

"Can you make that clearer?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "Although I hate that guy a lot, I can understand what he does, don't ask too much about him, you just need to know that guy is a madman now!" ”

Speaking of this, the little girl's words changed sharply and said: "I have already reported the matter here to the boss, and the boss said that let's stop worrying about Mo Yi's affairs, saying that he will come back after he finishes things, and the boss still trusts him very much." By the way, the boss also said that if you have any psychological shadows, you can call him to chat, and the boss's psychological counseling ability is still quite strong......"

Before the little girl finished speaking, the mobile phone in my pocket rang.

When I took it out, it was the 'boss' phone number on the caller ID.

After seeing the display on my phone, the little girl got up directly and turned her head back to the hotel, and dropped a sentence: "The boss cares about you, take it quickly...... Damn, I didn't see him call so actively to comfort my mother when I was scared, and such an obvious difference in treatment is too heart-wrenching! ”