Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

In the dream, he seemed to have walked into a warehouse. The dark warehouse was very cold, so cold that he was frozen all over and trapped in icicles.

With a push from a bloody hand, his body was torn into pieces.

Fang Lin thought of the book by Gu Qiyue that Yu Mengya mentioned. There seemed to be a similar way of dying in Gu Qiyue’s new book.

He got out of bed and decided to look for Gu Qiyue.

The lights in the corridor were said to be broken, so only a few green safety indicator lights were on at night. The deep and long corridor was like the mouth of a wild beast with no end in sight.

Fang Lin was inexplicably a little nervous.

Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of something rolling down the stairs.

After a while, he saw clearly that what was rolling down was a camera.

Fang Lin bent down to pick it up and recognized that it was director Yan Xi's camera.

Didn’t Yan Xi leave?

Why are his things still here?

The camera has cracks from being dropped and is not very responsive when turned on, but after some tinkering it should still be usable.

"Mr. Fang." The man's voice came politely, "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

Fang Lin looked back and saw that a polite man appeared behind him.

He was not sure which of the twins this was, so he hesitated and said, "Mr. Mu?"

The young man smiled and said, "Just call me Mu An."

It turned out to be the younger brother of the twins.

Fang Lin explained: "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to talk to the ancient writer."

"Mu An" glanced at the camera in Fang Lin's hand.

Fang Lin said: "I picked it up on the road. This should be Yan Xi's thing. Unfortunately it was broken, but I should be able to fix it."

Mu An smiled, "So that's how it is. Maybe Mr. Yan forgot to take it away. If Mr. Fang wants to find Mr. Gu, he is now in the kitchen on the first floor. I'll take you there."

Fang Lin did not doubt him and nodded, "Okay."

While walking to the first floor, Fang Lin finally turned on the camera successfully. He was quite excited. If there was any good material in it, he could make a fortune from it.

But to his disappointment, all that was saved in the camera were old videos and photos from newspaper materials.

Fang Lin looked at them one by one. These materials recorded the murders that occurred in the Moonlight Hotel over the past half century.

Before the first murder, the Moonlight Inn had been investigated by the police in connection with the disappearance of a child, but it was a minor matter that received little more than a mention in an old local newspaper.

What really caused a stir was the death of six people in the Moonlight Hotel fifty years ago.

These materials have turned yellow. It must have taken Yan Xi a lot of effort to collect so many things from decades ago.

"Mu An" reminded, "Mr. Fang, be careful of the steps."

Fang Lin came back to his senses, probably because he felt that "Mu An" was easy to talk to, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you know about the two murders that happened in the Moonlight Hotel?"

"Mu An" smiled and said, "I've heard of it."

Fang Lin quietly opened the recorder in his pocket, "Can you tell me? Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with this." The young man said in a gentle voice, "Everyone will die one day, it just depends on whether it's early or late, and whether it's painful or easy."

"Mu An" smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, do you believe in retribution?"

Fang Lin's heart skipped a beat. "This... I don't know whether I should believe it or not."

He smiled, "Perhaps the deaths of those people were retribution."

As the kitchen got closer, I could see the lights and hear the chef smacking garlic.

Fang Lin walked into the kitchen and saw Chef Zhou working, but not Gu Qiyue. He turned around and asked, "Didn't you say Gu Qiyue was here?"

"Mu An" stood at the door and didn't come in at all. He curled his eyes in a friendly manner and said, "Mr. Fang, I wish you a pleasant evening."

The kitchen door closed and the lights flickered.

Chef Zhou, holding a knife, turned around and gave Fang Lin a simple and honest smile.

Fang Lin suddenly felt panic for no apparent reason. Coincidentally, the camera in his hand turned to the last video clip.

It was a horrific scene of Yan Xi falling to the ground with a kitchen knife piercing his body.

And the location is in this kitchen.

Fang Lin raised his head stiffly and looked at the chef who was slowly approaching. His face turned pale and he kept backing away. "Don't, don't come over..."

His retreating body pushed open the unlocked warehouse door and he fell into the cold.

"Mu An" was humming a discordant tune in a good mood. His footsteps seemed to be silent, and the voice-controlled lights in the aisle seemed unable to detect his voice, and none of the lights were on.

But he could walk steadily in the dark and his vision was not affected at all.

There was a noise on the stairs.

One by one, the lights lit up, and the light was approaching him little by little. Finally, the entire corridor was lit up.

Bai Yao had her long hair loose and had taken off her makeup. Compared to her exquisite appearance during the day, she looked more lazy and casual at this moment. Although she was wrapped in a coat, her slender body still looked very thin in the night.

"Mu An" greeted with a smile, "Manager Bai, good evening."

Bai Yao was a little surprised, "You haven't rested yet?"

"It's my turn today, so I'm going to go around."

Bai Yao said: "I remember that you and Mu An took turns on duty every night."

"Mu An", perhaps it should be said "Mu Ping".

He smiled and said, “Yes.”

Bai Yao said: "Before I leave, I will try to apply for some subsidies from the company for you and Mu Anduo."

Mu Ping asked: "Manager Bai is planning to resign?"

"Yes, I don't plan to stay in the Gu family's company forever."

She hasn't received this month's performance bonus yet, so she hasn't thought about quitting now. For a worker, every penny of hard-earned money cannot be lost.

Mu Ping lowered his eyes, "I guess Manager Bai wants to resign in order to accompany Mr. Pei better."

"That's just one of the reasons." Bai Yao asked him, "Is there any honey here?"

Mu Ping said: "It is Mr. Pei who needs it."

His words were completely affirmative.

Bai Yao also nodded generously, "He ate too much tonight, I'll make him a cup of honey water to help him digest it."

Mu Ping smiled and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to get some honey. Please wait."

He turned around and walked back, the fake smile on his face no longer there, he entered the kitchen, walked around the scattered blood and flesh on the ground as if he didn't see them, picked up a bottle of honey, and walked out expressionlessly.

Bai Yao was still standing in the lighted area waiting for him.

He smiled again, handed over the honey in his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Manager Bai, do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." Bai Yao went up the stairs, suddenly stopped, and looked back at him, "You like sweets too, right?"

Mu Ping paused for a moment, then he raised the corners of his lips, with a smile in his dark eyes, "I like it."

Bai Yao came back, took out a handful of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Next time, I will bring more strawberries for you."

Mu Ping looked at Bai Yao's hand where she put the candy. His fingers moved slightly and closed slightly, as if they were holding her hand. He smiled lightly: "Will it be more than his strawberries?"

Bai Yao's gaze changed. She, who always kept a distance from unnecessary contact with the opposite sex, did not even withdraw her hand in time.

After a moment, she smiled and said, "Of course, there will be more strawberries than Xiao Yantai."

The reason was simply because he and they were "left behind" here and were regarded as unwanted "family members."