Yuan Qingli suddenly remembered that when she got on the elevator just now, the moment the elevator door closed, it suddenly opened automatically. She thought it was a mistake in induction, but now that she thinks about it, there should be a ghost coming in.

Just thinking about it, the other party almost stuck to Yuan Qingli's nose, with a serious and gloomy expression: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, welcome to stay in Yihong Courtyard, I live in 1304, come and play with me~"

After saying that, he floated to the side, gradually becoming transparent. However, if you look closely, you can still see a phantom.

Is this the neighbor who lives next door to himself?

Calling yourself to play openly?

In a place like Yihongyuan, playing with this word is really, too connotative.

If your tone was a little more charming and bewitching, maybe I'd actually go play.

It's a pity that these gloomy words can't be played if you want to.

Yuan Qingli did not squint, and his heart was drumming.

"Ding." When the 12th floor arrived, a vague figure floated in.

It seems that this place is inseparable from the ghosts......

The figure who just came in reached out and pressed 18, and when he saw the word 13, the vague figure trembled.

Yuan Qingli frowned.

"Ding-" The 13th floor arrived.

The figure coming in from behind unconsciously leaned against the innermost wall. And there was a distortion in the air, and the ghost who greeted Yuan Qingli had obviously walked out of the door.

Yuan Qingli stepped out of the elevator, and a musty smell quietly entered his nostrils, which was a kind of dust mixed with sweat that had not been cleaned for many years, and the smell of fermentation in a confined space.

The corridor in front of me is, to be exact, more like a cave.

Large particles of dust visible to the naked eye in the air, and on the ceiling of the corridor, a hazy red light mixed with a hint of green, poured down from above.

Yuan Qingli is a little sluggish, this is the green plants on both sides grow to the ceiling, and sure enough, they haven't been cleaned for many years.

Raising his feet and falling, there was a dull low sound, Yuan Qingli lowered his head, and the dust was blowing and raging at his feet.

That's at least twenty years of savings, right?

The elevator door behind him slowly closed, and through the narrow gap, Yuan Qingli actually saw a trace of fear on the grimace's face!

I'm thinking about whether I've left some clues. A message suddenly lit up in front of me: [Half an hour is up, the kind system prompts, the item you are looking for is here.] 】

A yellow point of light was flashing in front of him, and it was initially estimated that this prop should be on the 18th floor.

The first thing to do when staying in a hotel is to look for the fire escape map, which is a good habit of Yuan Qingli.

The moment the light faded, Yuan Qingli suddenly had a palpitation, and the three rules of Yihong Courtyard echoed in his ears.

"No access to the thirteenth floor of the hotel."

In the code, it is forbidden to go to the 13th floor of the hotel, she not only has to enter, but also to live in, how is this counted?

At this time, the air in the closed passage suddenly distorted, and the window that originally saw the lens at a glance was actually offset by a few points, and only half of it fell into the eye.

The temperature in the passage dropped suddenly, and Yuan Qingli only felt goosebumps all over her body stand up suddenly, and a cold wind slowly blew from behind her earlobe.

Yuan Qingli resisted the thought of turning back. The eyes quickly scanned the wall next to the elevator, and the gaze moved.

opened a slit in the utility room, 1301, 1302, 1303, 1304......

Soon she found the direction of 1305.

Room 1305 is near the end of the hallway, so good that it is not dead, behind its own back.

Yuan Qingli held her breath, clenched her right hand into a fist, and suddenly turned around, with a whistling, she immediately controlled her facial muscles and put on a gentle and bright smile: "Hello." ”

In front of me, there is no living thing. However, the faint cold wind was still behind the ears and did not leave.

Taking a step and rolling up the smoke and dust, Yuan Qingli quickly ran to his room and swiped his card to enter the door.

The moment the door was closed, a few pairs of red dots appeared in the dark red corridor, and after looking at Yuan Qingli, they disappeared into invisibility.

The environment inside the house made Yuan Qingli breathe a sigh of relief, if it was the same as the outside, then she could even save the quilt and fall asleep directly covered with decades of dust.

Just as I was about to lift my foot, the pain came from my ankle.

Yuan Qingli's heart was not good, it was a hard, cold touch, and it was clasped on his ankle.