Hearing the words "14th floor" spit out from Ruhua's small mouth, Lan Zhiyuan froze in place on the spot, to be precise, he should be stiff, he could clearly feel his wife shaking his body desperately. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, Yunzhi, Ruhua tried to find me to shake me awake, but to no avail." Lan Zhiyuan said very dejectedly.

"14? It's a very unlucky number in our country, but as long as you relax your heart, it's actually nothing, Brother Zhiyuan, maybe your self-psychological suggestion has aggravated your anxiety, right?" Yun Zhi kindly reminded.

"Maybe... Ay... Lan Zhiyuan replied.

When Lan Zhiyuan's consciousness gradually woke up, he found that he was still sitting stiffly on the wooden couch, his legs were numb, his hands were numb, and his whole body was numb.

Lan Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, trying to see everything around him clearly, at this time in this room on the 14th floor, Ruhua was no longer there, and he didn't know where she could go, and then Lan Zhiyuan shouted loudly "Ruhua" a few times, but still no one answered, the entire floor was silent, everyone seemed to have fallen asleep, and no one answered him.

Lan Zhiyuan turned his head to the left hand side very uncontrollably, and on the old pillow table was a dusty old-fashioned table lamp, which was still on at this time, and it was also the only light source in this room, and the whole room was shrouded in a miserable white light emitted by it.

Faced with this situation, Lan Zhiyuan instinctively felt depressed, and he tried to escape, escape everything here. But at this time, he felt that something was wrong, how could the quilt be cold and swishing, as if there was a very viscous and cold liquid flowing in my quilt.

"What could it be?" Lan Zhiyuan subconsciously asked himself. However, he told himself one thing unmistakably, in this hellish place, anything can happen, nothing is impossible.

In order to find out, Lan Zhiyuan was like a child, gently wanting to lift his quilt to see what was going on, but at this time his courage was definitely smaller than that of a child.

The moment he gently lifted the quilt and hesitated, it, or they, after making a "whoosh", poured out of Lan Zhiyuan's originally white quilt like a flood that broke through a dam.

"What is it, Brother Zhiyuan?" Mr. Yun Zhi hurriedly asked.

"It's blood, it's blood, it's dark red blood, the dead man's body is black and stinking, and there is a pungent and disgusting smell of dark red blood. Lan Zhiyuan replied in a trembling voice.

"What?" exclaimed Mr. Yunzhi in the same exclamation.

Fear is fear, but the dark red blood is still pouring out from Lan Zhiyuan's quilt, he doesn't know where they come from, and he doesn't know why there is so much blood in the originally clean and tidy quilt, out of extreme fear and nervousness, Lan Zhiyuan instinctively jumped up from the bed, but at this time, it was too late.

At this moment, Lan Zhiyuan's body was already covered with dark red blood, and to put it bluntly, he was simply a bloody man, a person with the blood of a dead man. He wanted to escape, to get out of this damn 14th floor, so he grabbed the door and went out, never looked back, and didn't have time to change out of a set of bloody clothes on his body, poor Lan Zhiyuan just wanted to find a way out of here as soon as possible.

The floor on the aisle will definitely leave a bloody footprint like Lan Zhiyuan's guidance, but he really can't care about these anymore, now he just wants to leave, and the sooner the better, so he desperately rushed to the elevator room.

"Yunzhi, I stopped only about five or six meters away from the elevator, because I noticed that there was someone in the elevator, and after a while a cute little head poked out, and when I tried to see her face clearly, she immediately retracted. Lan Zhiyuan said again.

"Is there anyone in the elevator?" Yun Zhi asked rhetorically.

"Yes, although I didn't see her face clearly, I was basically sure that it was a young woman from our country. Lan Zhiyuan muttered.

"You mean, there's a young woman from Huaguo who is in the elevator not far from you at this time?" Yun Zhi then asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yet ... Lan Zhiyuan said, fell into a moment of silence, and when he opened his mouth again, he said again: "However, at this moment, a more creepy scene appeared, Yun Zhi, just in front of me, directly opposite, walked a person, a very tall person, but he has no face, it's not that I can't see his face, but he really doesn't have a face."

"Faceless man, Brother Zhiyuan, are you sure?" Yun Zhi asked rhetorically for the third time.

"Yes, he doesn't have a face, and the faceless man, without even looking at me, walked straight to the elevator... Lan Zhiyuan replied.

"Don't, don't... Don't hurt her ... Lan Zhiyuan shouted loudly and woke up again, of course, this time he didn't remember when and where he was, and even Lan Zhiyuan himself didn't remember how many times he woke up for no reason in the past few days.

Then Lan Zhiyuan looked around in a trance, and felt that he should still be on the 14th floor of the Saint-Cyr Hotel, right?

Because his wife Ruhua was still sleeping next to him very peacefully, remembering that this should have been the scene in the last dream, Lan Zhiyuan still pushed his wife awake and still asked her where she was? Sure enough, Ruhua still replied that this was the 14th floor of the Saint-Cyr Hotel.

After listening, I hesitated for a while, thinking to myself, now I, whether I am in a dream or in reality, there are still only me and Ruhua in the room, Ruhua is still facing me with that very kind face, there is still no sound outside the room, not even the sound of footsteps. Lan Zhiyuan said to Mr. Yun Zhi again.

Everything is so terrible, so quiet, so terrible.

After counting his heartbeats with a few "bang bang bang" heartbeats, Lan Zhiyuan couldn't help but think about what would happen next? By the way, what would happen next? Yes, it was blood, a lot of it, yin red, dead people's blood, which would gush out of his quilt.

Ruhua is still there, but Lan Zhiyuan is still dead, staring intently at his quilt, as if he is expecting a disaster, staring at it... For a long time... For a long time...

After a long time, the knock on the door interrupted Lan Zhiyuan's thoughts, and Ruhua opened the door with a very foxy gaze.

Then, Lan Zhiyuan saw a young man walk in. The young man turned his head and laughed at Lan Zhiyuan, like a friend, a very warm smile, and after a pause, Lan Zhiyuan also nodded at the young man, also like a friend.

The young man was not tall, his skin was very white, and he was as white as a woman. Dressed very casually, a white T-shirt, jeans underneath and a pair of AD white sneakers. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but what is revealed in his bones is the sour and rotten spirit of traditional Chinese literati that is very annoying.