The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 87 Hotel
"You said you've found the mastermind behind the scenes?" Wen Zhong asked.

He really didn't expect that after only one night, Zhao Jian would find the person who destroyed his rental house.

"That's right, Mr. Wen, I only found out after many inquiries. You may not believe it, but it turned out that the person who searched your rental house was actually a person from Liangyiguan." Zhao Jian said.

"Oh? Who exactly." Wen Zhong frowned.

"He is the number one master of Liangyi Temple, and his name is Bai Yingyue."

Hearing this name, Wen Zhong first thought about it in his mind, and after confirming that he had never heard of this person, he asked, "Isn't the name of their temple master Fang Diyuan? What is the origin of this Bai Yingyue?"

He didn't expect this incident to be related to Liangyi Temple. In this way, the opponent's target should be the fierce ghost left by Taoist Taiqing—the ghost painting talisman, and the ghost pupil inlaid in his palm.

"This Bai Yingyue is said to have a close relationship with Fang Diyuan, and it is said that he has controlled more than one ghost and is very powerful." Zhao Jian said.

"Really, I see."

At this moment, a white figure suddenly flashed out of the corner of Wen Zhong's eyes. He only felt that figure was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Before he could take a closer look, the figure had disappeared on the side of the street. At the same time, the nursing wristband tied to his wrist exuded the slightest smell of disinfectant.

"Hiss, it's the doctor in that cursed mental hospital." Wen Zhong remembered, that figure was dressed exactly the same as the two doctors on the bus.

It seemed that the matter of finding Min Qing's parents could not be delayed any longer. He knew nothing about that hospital now, and if he confronted him head-on, he would be angry on the spot, and the most important thing was that he still had other problems to solve.

"Hey, Wen Zhong, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

"It's nothing, by the way, Zhao Jian, please help me investigate the matter of the Da'an Mental Hospital, no matter how subtle the information is, remember to be quick."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhong asked about Bai Yingyue's personal information in detail, and found out that the other party actually opened a bar. After asking about the address and business hours, he decided to find a place to rest and go to the bar tonight Visit each other.

"Let's find a hotel to rest for a while. I really shouldn't be running around at night. It's a pity, He Youxu. I just don't know how the headquarters will handle this matter."

Wen Zhong, the ghost with its head removed, decided to let it go for a while, and deal with the matter at hand first, and then discuss with the headquarters how to solve this supernatural incident.

Thinking this way, he came to a hotel. The facade was decorated very festively. It was a typical Daan-style building. The old signboard said "Ping An Hotel" in big characters. with an old man.

"Hello, I want to open a room." Wen Zhong knocked on the counter and said to the old man who was resting with his eyes closed. He thought the name of this hotel was good, so he simply stayed here first.

"Huh?" The old man seemed to have just woken up, Wen Yan slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Zhong with a pair of cloudy eyes, looked up and down carefully and said: "Well, why come to stay at this time, forget it in the newspaper your name."

Wen Zhong asked, "How do you charge for accommodation?"

The old man opened the old registration book in front of him and said, "Five hundred a day, one hundred deposit, no credit for small businesses."

"Five hundred a day is still a small business?" Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Is this the presidential suite?"

"You get what you pay for, and if you want to live, please report your name." The old man urged impatiently.

"Forget it, my name is He Youxu." Wen Zhong was careful, he didn't say his name.

"He Youxu, He Youxu, what a good name."

After hearing the name of He Youxu reported by Wen Zhong, the old man couldn't help showing a smile, then took out a key and a card from the drawer, and said to Wen Zhong: "I won't charge you for the deposit, the room fee Just give it when you check out, this key is used to open the door, this magnetic card is used to get on the elevator, your room is Room [-], after going up to the second floor, turn left and go to the innermost side."

Wen Zhong nodded, and after thanking the old man, he walked to the elevator, only then did he realize that there are no stairs in this hotel.

"By the way, young man, seeing your face reminds me of an old friend. Do you know someone named Wen Tianxin?" Just as Wen Zhong stepped into the elevator, the old man suddenly asked.

"Sorry, I don't know you." Wen Zhong said.

"Forget it, the old man's casual nonsense, you don't have to take it to heart, I wish you a good night's sleep."

After speaking, the old man closed his eyes, then leaned back on the chair and began to rest.

After the elevator started to go up, the old man suddenly said again: "Although it's a little late, but everyone is finally here, but this young man's level is a bit low, but the symbiotic alien in his body is interesting, I hope he can do it later. Survive the ritual."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or he seemed to be talking to someone, but when he looked carefully, the door of this hotel disappeared at some point, leaving only a red wall standing quietly at the original entrance. The place.

The second floor of the hotel.

Wen Zhong looked around and found that the hotel was not as spacious as he had imagined. There were only [-] guest rooms on the entire second floor that were not cleaned, as well as storage rooms and toilets.

He walked to his room. On the red wooden door was a simple doorplate with the number seven written crookedly on it.

"It's really crude. Seeing how the material looks like the period of the Republic of China, it's more or less an antique."

Wen Zhong took out the key and opened the door. The room was very clean and the layout was simple. There was a big bed in the middle, bedside cabinets on both sides of the bed, and an oil painting hanging above the bed.

"This oil painting, I feel as if I've seen it somewhere before." Wen Zhong thought for a while, and remembered that he had seen the same oil painting in the ghost villa in Qilin Mansion.

At that time, he wanted to look up information about the oil painting after he got out, but unfortunately too many things happened later and the oil painting did not cause him any trouble, so he left it behind.

"It's a coincidence. When I go out at night, I will ask the front desk to find out who painted this painting."

There is also Wen Tianxin, this name is actually no stranger to Wen Zhong, it is the name of his second uncle whom he has not met for a long time.

He stretched out, looking at the soft bed, a sense of drowsiness rushed into his heart instantly, after a simple wash, he lay down on the bed, and within a short while he fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)