There was a dead silence in the guest rooms on the sixth floor, and the silence was a little terrifying.

The sound of approaching footsteps stopped outside the door, across the wall from the imp who landed next to the bed.

Zhang Jiao could clearly feel that something outside the door was peeking into the room.

An invisible sense of weirdness is being transmitted through the imp.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled wisps of mist that seemed to radiate brilliance.

The mist enveloped him, hazy and blurry, forming one handwriting after another, and then slowly disappearing around him.

Zhang Jiao disappeared on the sofa little by little, as if he had never existed in the room, and even the entire guest room began to blur.

The seventh floor of the hotel was at the moment when Zhang Jiao disappeared.

A cold wind suddenly blew in the corridor outside the room, and a mist drifted from nowhere permeated the entire corridor.

The corridor was blurry for a moment, and everything in front of me was no longer visible, except for the security light in the center of the corridor that suddenly flashed.

The entire building has reverted to its previous appearance, the only difference being that Room 706, which was originally on the far left, has suddenly disappeared, as if there had never been a guest room on this floor.

At the same time, just when the fog was filling, the elevator indicator light in the middle of the corridor immediately flashed wildly.

The front desk lady who had walked up with Zhang Jiao strode out of the elevator and walked directly to the corridor on the left.

701，702，703...... 705，707，708......

She walked in the corridor on the left, looking at the room number in the corridor, from left to right, and from right to left, like a headless fly, and never found the room she was looking for.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of high heels on the floor came from the hallway.

in the room on the sixth floor.

The little ghost who was still by the bed suddenly seemed to get some signal.

Its slightly glowing eyes stared at the wall, the corners of its mouth opened wider and wider, and white teeth sprouted from its mouth.

The big mouth of the black hole slowly leaned towards the two people lying straight on the bed.

Immediately, there was a commotion outside the quiet room.

With the sound of the lock cylinder turning, the door of the living room slowly opened.

A pair of shiny leather shoes slowly paced in.

The little ghost on the bed immediately jumped up, the whole person seemed to be sucked by a magnet, his limbs twisted and grabbed the roof of the guest room, his huge head hung down slightly, and he looked at the figure who walked in outside the door with a big black mouth.

A middle-aged man with a pale face and a rancid smell slowly walked in.

He was dressed in a suit, his hair was meticulously combed like wax, and the room manager's work card was written on his chest, faintly reflecting in the dark.

The middle-aged man walked in unhurriedly and slowly, and the leather shoes under his feet made a sound of "stepping, stepping" in the guest room.

The two of them lying upright on the double bed did not react at all to the uninvited guest who walked in.

The middle-aged man strode to the double bed, slowly bent down, stretched out a pair of pale palms, and touched the two people lying flat on the bed.

A slight touch sound.

The two lying on the bed had already been touched by him from head to toe.

After confirming that the customer was not hurt in any way, the middle-aged man climbed down from the bed, gently smoothed the wrinkled pajamas for the two, and then twisted the corners of the quilt covering them, and immediately bowed to the two of them, and was about to walk out the door.

But at this moment, above the roof, a dark shadow silently spread above his head.

The middle-aged man immediately froze in place, he suddenly raised his head, and met the little ghost whose head was lowering and lowering.

The moment the two looked at each other, they didn't make the slightest sound.

There was neither questioning nor screaming.

The middle-aged man just raised his hands and grabbed at the top of his head like a cat.

But it was the little ghost above his head who reacted faster than him, and he saw that under a black shadow, the middle-aged man's head and neck fell into darkness.

The imp's limbs wrapped around his body, and his head was wrapped around his head like a black hole, chewing cartilage like chewing cartilage, and hundreds of teeth immediately activated.

The room erupted in a crunching sound.

In the blink of an eye, the imp had eaten the head in its mouth.

Just as it was gnawing on its neck, the hands of the middle-aged man who had been attacked suddenly touched it.

The little ghost who was gnawing on Zhenghuan immediately froze in place like a cat or dog that was pinched by the back of his neck.

Without any difficulty, he pulled the imp off his neck, revealing a jagged neck that had been gnawed.

The headless middle-aged man grabbed the imp in his hand with one hand, lifted it above his non-existent head, and then took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket and flipped through it.

On the notebook that turned the pages quickly, one after another chaotic and twisted lines appeared.

The lines twist and bend to slowly outline the shape of a room.

Meanwhile.

In the illusory room on the seventh floor, Zhang Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw out the magazine on his lap with a "snap", and then took a sip.

A little fluorescent light immediately flew out of his mouth, and with it an endless glow.

The lines that were slowly drawn on the cover of the magazine immediately turned to ashes in this light.

In the guest rooms on the 6th floor.

The notebook in the headless middle-aged man's hand then went blank.

He held the notebook blank in a daze, and did not show much abnormality, but closed the notebook in his hand and put it in his pocket, then combed his non-existent head and hair, and then stepped forward, and then walked out of the guest room with the little ghost in his hand.

As he was about to go out, as if he remembered something again, he turned to the two who were sleeping upright on the bed and bowed back again, and then closed the door and walked out.

In the sound of footsteps, the little ghost stuffed into the trash can next to the aisle outside the door like a puddle of crumpled broken paper.

706 rooms.

Zhang Jiao looked gloomily at the sky outside the window that had gradually lit up, and muttered to himself.

"Is it impossible to resist the strange power once caught? No wonder it gives me such a sense of threat. ”

He recalled how he felt when the imp was caught.

The other party just touched the imp, and the back hand he placed on the imp didn't even have a chance to show it, and a strange force cut off the connection between himself and it.

But it's not without good news.

After these two temptations, Zhang Jiao has found that although he is in this strange resort, his own ability still plays a role, and he has not been completely suppressed by this strange place.

As long as you don't violate the rules specified by the other party in person.

"But what the hell is the rule?"

Zhang Jiao held his head, constantly recalling and thinking about all the information he saw and touched.

As the sky clears and the sun rises, the resort comes alive as the sun rises.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

After a bell rang three times in the room, a gentle female voice suddenly came out of the microphone.

"Hello guests, breakfast has been prepared for you, please come to the restaurant on the left side of the hall between 8 and 9 o'clock. ”

When the bell fell, a strange atmosphere began to flow through the room.

Zhang Jiao suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, as if if he didn't go out and stayed in this house all the time, something terrible would happen.

Tick, tick.

The sound of the clock hanging in the guest room became louder and louder, until it filled the room, as if to remind the occupants of the strangeness.

That bad feeling gradually became stronger and stronger as time passed.

Zhang Jiao's eyes have begun to appear in the eyes of fierce, dangerous, dangerous and other ominous blood words.

The room became faintly dark, and even the sunlight outside the window could not shine.

Cracks began to emerge on the walls, floors, ceilings, and furniture, cracking in the middle.

The sound of the ticking clock is like a urging sound, becoming more and more rapid and louder, like a loud drum reverberating in the ears, shaking people out of breath.

Zhang Jiao looked at everything that was happening in front of him, and the old god was still sitting on the sofa, until the clock had reached about 8:45, and finally had a reaction.

"Can you only hold on until now?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the cracks that had faintly appeared on his body, and finally stood up from the sofa.

Bang.

With the sound of the door opening, room 706, which had disappeared in the middle of the night, reappeared on the seventh floor.

The front desk lady who walked back and forth outside the door all night immediately stopped, she looked at Zhang Jiao who came out, the left half of her face suddenly became blue, and half of her face appeared with a professional smile, which looked particularly terrifying.

Her expression was constantly changing between these two expressions, as if two programs in the computer were conflicting, and she couldn't make the right choice.

Zhang Jiao looked at her with interest for dozens of seconds, then walked up to her and said, "Where is the restaurant?"

As soon as the words fell, the professional smile on the right side of the front desk lady immediately covered the gloomy silence on the left side of her face, and she said with a smile, "The restaurant is on the left side of the hall, please come with me." ”

After saying that, she twisted her waist and walked quickly to the elevator, bent down and stretched out her hand respectfully.

Zhang Jiao immediately walked in, thinking to himself, "Sure enough, the rules are the biggest." It's mealtime, and the new rules can override the old ones. ”

Bite.

With the elevator doors open.

Zhang Jiao saw the eight front desk ladies in the center of the hall at first glance.

They were smiling at the sun shining in at the door.

Zhang Jiao looked in front of him again, how could there be a front desk lady who came down with him.

He wasn't surprised, and walked straight in the direction of the restaurant on the left.

A few steps away, and before he could get close to the restaurant, he smelled a disgusting smell.

In front of the large and luxurious buffet table, tourists who emit a foul smell and are almost inhuman-like are walking in an orderly manner, taking food in turn.

Zhang Jiao took a cursory look and found that there were quite a few people in the hall, about forty or fifty people.

Some of them were covered with large and small blisters, and the blisters kept bursting as they walked, spilling a clear yellow liquid; some of them had black bruises around their necks, swollen and as thick as their bodies, and made a heavy wheezing sound like a bellows, as if they were going to lose their breath in the next second; and some of them had no limbs at all, wriggling on the ground like maggots, staring at the various delicacies on the table, and drooling incessantly......

He subconsciously sniffed deeply, and the aroma of food mixed with the stench of rotting and dilapidated suddenly came to his nose.

Zhang Jiao's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered in his mouth, "There is still a human taste, but they are still alive?"

He looked at the travelers in front of him, who could hardly be called human, and walked into them with an unchanged expression.

Zhang Jiao didn't care about the surrounding environment, he took a set of tableware from the door of the restaurant, walked quickly to the waiter who had just walked over with a tray, took a piece of freshly baked filet mignon from the tray in his hand, and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"The craftsmanship is good, but it is also tender and juicy, and it is chewy. ”

He admired the steak as he swallowed it in one gulp, and suddenly felt the ominous aura that enveloped his body disappear without a trace.

"It's really fast. ”

Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart, then took the steak, looked around, and soon came to the table on the west side of the restaurant.

Here, the smell is much better.

In front of a dozen or so stray but uncluttered tables, eight or nine tourists with a faint smell of their bodies were gathering and talking in low voices.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

The few people who were talking immediately looked up, and they looked at Zhang Jiao who came over and neither ignored nor persuaded them to leave, and immediately lowered their heads and whispered.

However, Zhang Jiao saw it clearly, and several of them were full of envy in their eyes after seeing their intact self, but this envy immediately turned into disdain, and they didn't take him in their eyes at all.

Zhang Jiao didn't care much about it, and looked at them quietly.

At this moment, at the innermost part of the table, a low, stout man with a pair of tattooed hands was next to a lean man, pleading incessantly.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang. Tell me about it, tell me about it again, and when I go out, I will repay you for your great kindness......

In the midst of the pleading, the lean man called Brother Wang didn't care about this, he gulped down the food on the plate in front of him, and then patted the shoulder of the low and strong man and said, "I have said everything that can be said, and everything will be up to you when the time comes, clean it up, the time is coming soon." ”

As soon as he said this, he pushed the low man next to him away, got up from the table, and walked out.

When he walked up to Zhang Jiao, the lean man suddenly stopped his steps and said to Zhang Jiao, "Wait until everything is according to the guide's instructions, I hope to see you again in the evening." ”

With that, he strode out of the restaurant.

Zhang Jiao savored what the other party said, turned around and followed.