An Xiangwen: ? When did the hostess say this?

The curly-haired youth thought frantically, thinking that he would miss it when he went out.

So, on the entire way back to the hotel, An Xiangwen followed closely behind Bai Su for fear of falling behind, but Wei Wenxue, who was afraid of ghosts, always hung behind, some distance from the other two.

The flax-haired girl was absent-minded and sighed incessantly.

Bai Su thought she was still thinking about the broken mobile phone: "There really is no need to lose money? ”

Wei Wenxue snorted, and then shook her head: "No need...... "This is really not a question of whether to pay or not."

There were no strange things on the way back to the hotel, and An Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief.

After Wei Wenxue went upstairs, she gritted her teeth before entering the room, but still stopped the other two: "That-"

An Xiangwen stopped first, and Bai Su, who had already entered the room, chose the latter between closing the door and looking back, and leaned back a little, ready to listen to what Wei Wenxue was going to say.

After several entanglements, the flax-haired girl finally said euphemistically: "It's best not to go out at night, and don't pay attention to the sound when you hear it." ”

After listening to this, An Xiangwen immediately made an ok gesture: "I understand, I understand the poor sound insulation, I won't disturb other people's good things!" ”

Wei Wenxue: ......

Wei Wenxue: No, what do you understand! You don't understand anything!

The flax-haired girl was a little crazy, but An Xiangwen, who misunderstood her meaning, had already entered the door, and Bai Su didn't respond at all, and in the end, only she was left entangled outside the door.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps and people talking at the staircase on the fourth floor, and Wei Wenxue hurriedly entered the room, isolating all sounds from the door.

After a while, no one went upstairs, and the voices and footsteps disappeared abruptly.

……

Doors can be a really good insulator sometimes.

If you don't open the door, you naturally won't invite the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods outside.

Of course, unreasonable spirits exist, and so do spirits that stay in the house in advance.

Bai Su washed and changed his clothes as usual, and he sat on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, and the human next door sent an invitation to play the game, saying that he should play two games before going to bed.

Bai Su is very easy to talk most of the time, so he clicked on the link.

Ten minutes later, An Xiangwen typed and begged Bai Su not to give away his head again.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, Brother Bai, please beg, don't move when you stand in the spring.

An Xiangwen: If you don't move, we are 4 to 5, and if you go, we are 4 to 6.

Bai Su: .

The black-haired young man sat on the bed and reflected, thinking that this must not be his problem, but that the human game was too difficult to play.

An Xiangwen really couldn't take Bai Su, so he played another game, and he hurriedly withdrew from the team with Bai Su before other teammates scolded.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, I'm too vegetable, wait for me to practice my skills.

An Xiangwen: Good night Brother Bai!

The speed of light of the human avatar dimmed to mean that it had gone offline, and Bai Su also plugged in the lock screen of the mobile phone and threw it aside.

Before going to bed, he cut a number and found the mass of body parts he threw out at noon from 108,000 miles away.

Because of the distance and the signal was a little poor, he intermittently let the cotton wool, which had become much larger, climb up the highway, and successfully ate the high-speed spirit that had tempted him in the morning.

As for the new high-speed supernatural rumors left behind?

What white XX, what does that have to do with him, others sleep in a hotel far away.

After eating the bedtime dessert, Bai Su lay down and closed his eyes.

Sleep, not completely asleep.

Awake...... Actually, he didn't really want to wake up, but the presence of the thing above his head was too strong.

What time is it, and it's already twelve o'clock in the evening?

Without opening his eyes directly, Bai Su turned his head and looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table, it was now twelve o'clock and five.

In the light of his phone's screen, he could catch a glimpse of something flickering in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

It's really unabashed.

Twelve o'clock is like a clear dividing line.

Tick, tick.

It's not the sound of a clock moving, it's the constant dripping of liquid, which accumulates on the futon to form a shallow puddle.

Bai Su's continuous sound harassment finally turned his head and met the eyes of the hanged corpse hanging from the chandelier with the tip of his tongue sticking out.

The corpse looked pained from hanging, its eyes were wide open, and the rough hemp rope on its neck was stuck in its throat, strangling its trachea, making it slowly suffocate and suffocating, the muscles at the base of the tongue became relaxed, and the jaw opened uncontrollably.

Perhaps because it was found late, the body was still a little decomposed, and the exposed flesh such as the knuckles fell off little by little, falling on the futon together with the blood that had been inexplicably cut open.

Bai Su rolled over and sat up.

The black-haired young man, who was not afraid, wondered if there would be any traces left on this quilt after he got rid of the hanged man?

He didn't really want to explain to the guy in human skin at the front desk tomorrow that he needed to clean his room because he had demolished a hanged man last night.

The mature women at the front desk, including the weird old man with the cleaning tools, are not human.

In this way, the content of this hotel is quite low.

The hanging corpse did not react for a long time, thinking that it might be stupid by himself, and his arm moved slightly to reach for the upper hanging rope around his neck.

After the rough hemp rope was untied, the corpse fell instantly.

It stands to reason that it should have smashed into the human lying below.

Face to face with the human, admiring the frightened and distorted expression of the human, and then taking advantage of the moment of human hesitation to bewitch, let the human get up, and put the hanging rope around his neck-

The body of the hanged man was dropped, but it fell onto the bed where no one was around.

Something is not right.

Why did humans suddenly disappear?

The Hanged Man misses the air and begins to search for a trace of the human, his dry eyeball turning in his socket for a circle, his already misaligned neck clicking, and when he is about to turn his head, he is pressed against the bed beneath him from behind.

When!

The khaki cloth was wrapped around the head of the hanged man, and the opaque cloth completely closed its vision, and the back was also covered with cloth, and then an external force pressed against it.

But the hanged ghost is a ghost after all, and the spirit let out a sneer, mocking the human race for trying to fight it.

"It's useless, you'll be after-"

The hanged man moved his body, and wanted to get out with a flash, but he didn't expect to use his strength, but he didn't move.

How could it be!

The dark cloth tightened slightly, and the hanged man could feel a pair of human hands holding its head.

Then, the human hand twisted slightly.

The hanged ghost's head is separated from the body, but it doesn't matter, it's not a fatal wound for the supernatural, as long as it can trick and kill a few more people, it can-

The sheet that covered the sight slipped off, and half of the spirit's entire head was still wrapped in it, and the hanged man's head was held through the cloth and turned around.

So, it crashed into the black abyss.