Li Yu: Zhang Meng! Where are you going, you're coming back.

Xiao An: (I'm at a loss) I think my words must have scared her, Li Yu, what should I do? You don't believe me, do you? Because I can't believe it myself......

Li Yu: (Somewhat embarrassed) I believe it. Because Wang Jun he ...... He...... He's really dead!

Ann: What? What do you say, how can this be, how can this be? (I jump.) ）

Li Yu: He died in the room you mentioned on the third floor, he collapsed in a pool of blood, and...... And...... (Li Yu's voice began to tremble,) There is no head...... The head doesn't know where it went.

Ann: (My breathing seems to stop in an instant,) Isn't what I saw last night hallucinating? Is it really the head of the king's army? How could such a thing happen? Who the hell is operating all this. Or who's behind it.

Narrator: As soon as I felt my body go limp, I fell weakly into Li Yu's arms.

Li Yu: Xiao An, you have to cheer up! You're okay, you have to be strong, come out of this kind of thing,,,, let's work together. (Li Yu supports me and shouts.) What should we do? How could this be, such a surprise attack? I looked at him helplessly.

Li Yu: Go ask the shopkeeper. The old man had warned us not to go up, and he must know something! I've got to figure out what the hell is going on......

Xiao An: (I nod weakly): So far, that's all it can be.

Narrator: The door of the hotel is pushed open, and the owner enters, followed by a soaking wet Zhang Meng.

Li Yu: Zhang Meng, what's wrong with you? (Li Yu hurriedly stepped forward and held her,) "Where have you been?" We've had so many things, don't you run around, okay? ”

Shopkeeper: "I saw this young lady outside in the rain, so I brought her back." ”

Narrator: Zhang Meng's lips turned purple from the cold, and she kept shivering, as if she was greatly stimulated. I can understand that she has always been very timid, and she will definitely not be able to stand it when she sees Wang Jun's corpse and hears what I say.

Li Yu: Shopkeeper, you name it. I want to know all the truth, don't hide it from us, we've lost one person, I don't want to lose a second person.

Narrator: Li Yu has a serious expression. The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly and gave him a cold look. I coughed dryly,

Xiao An: Actually, I went to the third floor last night, and I heard a woman crying, and I saw it too......

Shopkeeper: Did you see that? Do you see them all?

Narrator: The shopkeeper's gaze stabbed at me like a sharp sword, and his hands began to shake unnaturally, whether it was anger or fear. After a long time, he finally regained his composure, and his eyes were not so cold and terrifying.

Shopkeeper: (He sighs) "Okay, look at the painting. Narrator: His long, old hand points to the corner of the room. The three of us looked back at the same time, and there was an oil painting hanging next to the closet. The portrait shows a beautiful young girl, with long hair and a white dress, kneeling on the ground, holding a black plate in her hand, praying upwards very religiously.

Xiao An: Was there such a painting here yesterday? "The plate! I don't remember having two things" (I exclaimed,) it really was, "exactly like the one in the closet!"

Shopkeeper: "Did you see her yesterday?" "You're taking a good look. Take a closer look......

Narrator: The shopkeeper looked me in the eye, and the cold look made me tremble subconsciously.

Ann: Probably...... I didn't see her face clearly...... The clothes are very similar to ......" but it still looks a little bit like it......

Narrator: The shopkeeper no longer looks at me, he looks at the painting, as if caught up in his memory

Shopkeeper: "Her name is Fia, and she is a princess, and because she is so pure and beautiful, many people call her 'Angel' to the point that they forget her original name." She was extremely favored by the emperor, but she rejected the courtship of the king of a neighboring country and fell in love with an ordinary man. For the sake of that man, she abandoned the princess's honorable status, eloped with him here, and built this house. However, the angel would never have dreamed that the sweetheart she loved desperately was a villain sent by the king whom she rejected to seduce her. In the last room on the third floor of this house, the man brutally cut off her head! In front of her frightened, frightened but dead face, she revealed her identity. Since then, every night the angel was killed, her crying could be heard here, and her soul could not forget the man she loved, and she was waiting for him to return. However, Miss An, you are really lucky, for many years, there have been many guests who did not listen to my advice and ran to the third floor, but none of them came back alive. ”

Narrator: After listening to the owner's story, the three of us almost forgot how to speak. Li Yu was the first to regain consciousness. Li Yu: "However, I didn't hear any sound last night." (Zhang Meng also came back to his senses and agreed)

Zhang Meng: "Because I was scared, I just thought that I could go down the mountain as soon as dawn, and I didn't sleep all night, but I didn't hear anyone crying. Li Yu: "Xiao An heard maybe it was because his room was directly below that haunted house. Zhang Meng and I were far away, so I couldn't hear it. That Wang Jun was sleeping on the first floor, and he couldn't hear it anymore, but how could he run to it? I would like to see what the angels are doing at night.

Narrator: Did he plan to go there late at night to investigate? I don't know why the owner put me in that room where I could hear crying, I just know that if I didn't stay there, I wouldn't have heard strange noises and wouldn't have these terrible things happening. I couldn't help but look at the shopkeeper and suddenly noticed a sinister smile on his lips. After dinner, everyone sat in the hall on the ground floor, thinking about their own thoughts. Wang Jun's headless body lay in the center of the living room, covered with a thin white cloth, stained red with blood, and blood could still be seen flowing from the headless neck. The bright red blood filled the air with a terrifying, suffocating silence. Zhang Meng: (said in horror): I want to go home, I don't want to stay here? This inn is so weird, I don't want to die here. Li Yu, Xiao An, let's go down the mountain immediately, stay any longer, I'm going crazy, I can't stand it! ”

Narrator: I looked numbly at Wang Jun's body and at the dried and bleeding stains on the floor

Xiao An: I want to go too, but how do we get down? Wang Jun, the only one who could drive, died.