The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

In the wine that the man was drinking with his head tilted back, there was a pair of eyeballs that were attached with blood vessels and mucous membrane tissues.

"!" Xu Huang shuddered and could not help but take two steps back, feeling some pain in his eyes.

In this situation, the thing has been found, but how to get it out of the man's hands?

The sky outside the window darkened again. The time in the copy passed too quickly, disrupting their thoughts.

The proprietress seemed to be refreshing at a fixed time. She no longer apologized in a panic, as if she had completely forgotten about Huangmao's matter. Just like yesterday, she took out the dinner to be distributed and reminded the players not to travel at night, especially after midnight.

Following the rules, the two had to put their mission aside and separate.

Back in the room, Qin Jue sorted out everything.

Huang Mao's bizarre death, the man who drank wine with his father's eyes, the skull of a child in a pottery jar, and several tenants who were obviously not human...

These clues are too fragmented and cannot be smoothly connected.

What's missing?

How did Huangmao die? Died from having his heart dug out? But that wound...

Qin Jue suddenly sat up from the bed. He turned his head to look at the time. It was nine o'clock in the evening, not yet midnight.

Yes, there is still time.

He clenched the machete, pushed the door open, walked through the stairs, and pushed open the door of Room 102.

The yellow-haired man's body was still there. With the help of the light, Qin Jue squatted down and took a closer look, confirming his guess.

The wound on the corpse's chest was a knife mark. Qin Jue, who was good at using a machete, knew the direction of the muscle after the sharp blade stabbed and cut. There were not many traces of blood splatter on the body. This wound was probably left after Huangmao died.

His eyes were still open, his pupils were dilated, his face was hideous and distorted, but there were no other injuries on his body.

Huangmao can't be stupid enough to eat the food in the hotel, the probability of being poisoned is extremely low.

It is very likely that Huangmao was scared to death by the tenant of Room 103 and then his heart was dug out.

Who took it out?

In this hotel, apart from the few players, the only ones able to move were the drunken man and the proprietress.

He was more inclined to believe that it was the boss's wife who did it.

That's why the other party kept apologizing to them after Huangmao's death.

But maybe...the apology is not only for Huangmao's death, but also for those who are still alive!

The other party is begging for forgiveness for their unjust deaths in advance?

Qin Jue stood up and closed the door of Room 102. When he turned back, he saw dark shadows gathering outside the door through the glass door.

Those black shadows, some tall and some short, were trying hard to squeeze in through the crack in the door, carrying some water vapor with them.

As if smelling the presence of a living person, the black shadow's movements became more intense. It tried its best to sneak into the house through various gaps and rushed towards Qin Jue.

Qin Jue raised his knife to defend himself and quickened his pace, but he could not stop the speed of the black shadow.

His ankle was grabbed by a ghost hand that stretched out from the ground, and Qin Jue was almost pulled forward.

But it was just a flash, and the ghost hand suddenly loosened Qin Jue's ankle as if it was burned, and retracted into the ground.

Without lingering any longer, Qin Jue locked the door and closed the windows carefully.

When I looked at the clock again, the hour hand moved to eleven o'clock, and there was still an hour left.

Qin Jue recalled last night, when there was a knock on his door after midnight.

The conversation last night still echoes clearly in my mind, as well as that light kiss...

He couldn't help but look forward to the meeting with the ghost at midnight tonight, although such an improper thought was very incongruous and life-threatening in a horror copy.

He thought of the ghost's words last night, which were deliberately threatening but not scary, and suddenly something clicked in his mind.

'I might eat your...soul...or body...'

Soul, body...

Ghosts...sucking souls? Boss...decomposing bodies?

Qin Jue suddenly realized that this hotel had always been strange. Those ghost tenants and the proprietress seemed to have a harmonious symbiotic relationship, which made the proprietress safe and sound.

The records in the notebook when they first checked into the hotel were all check-in information. The previous tenants who lived in their room must have died.

Some parts of their bodies might be taken by the landlady for use in some way, and the rest, as the dancer said, would be made into dishes and given away free of charge to the new tenants.

After all, the inn was too small, and it was not easy to hide the bodies. If they were consumed in time, the not-so-big kitchen would be able to accommodate the endless supply of fresh body parts.

The proprietress may have reached some kind of agreement with the ghost guests in the hotel. For example, she provides food for the ghosts, and the ghosts need to help her revive her son...

After conveying his guess to Xu Huang in a team, Qin Jue thought of a plan to verify his guess tomorrow.

As time approached midnight, Qin Jue, with a secret thought in his mind, unconsciously counted the trajectory of the second hand as it ticked...

"Tick, tick..."

The sound of the second hand ticking was particularly clear in the silent night. The white-collar man suddenly woke up from his dream, turned sideways to look at the white wall in front of him, raised his hand to cover his eyes and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

He seemed to have had a very terrifying dream just now...but fortunately, it was just a dream.

"Tick, tick..."

The dial was still ticking, and the white-collar man slowed down his heartbeat and breathing, following the ticking rhythm to ease the inexplicable panic after waking up from the dream.

Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the game world for too long and was somewhat affected by the horror elements. In the past, he would not sleep so soundly at night.

With a long sigh, the white-collar man turned over and lay flat on his back, looking at the dim ceiling and closed his eyes again.

The dial was still ringing, and the sound was a bit noisy. The white-collar man couldn't stand it anymore and opened his eyes. He planned to get up and remove the battery from the wall-mounted clock.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly stopped when he recalled something in his mind. A chill suddenly ran down his spine.

He remembered that because the clock was too noisy, he had clearly turned it off before going to bed...

So……

The white-collar man turned his head stiffly and saw the woman holding a mirror in the room.

He rolled off the bed with messy hands and feet, and when he straightened his sight, he realized that the layout of this room was not his 205 at all!

The woman holding the mirror tilted her head, stood up and slowly turned around, staring at him with her faceless face.

Even without eyes, the white-collar man knew very well the feeling of having the hair stand on end when staring at him.

The woman was approaching step by step. The man, sensing the danger, retreated on the floor. In panic, he tried to look for the life-saving card in his backpack, but for some reason the system malfunctioned and the backpack could not be opened.

"Damn it!" The man cursed angrily and had to give up resisting through the card in desperation.

With his back against the door, the man banged on it and shouted for help, but there was no response from the outside.

In a panic, his elbow accidentally touched the light switch at the door. Suddenly, the room became brighter, and the dazzling light made him close his eyes subconsciously. In a panic, he missed a step and fell into the corner.

He didn't dare open his eyes because the woman was already in front of him. He smelled the smell of burning flesh on the tip of his nose, and beads of sweat slid down from his eyebrows, stinging his eyes along his brow bone.

Something like a thin thread was wrapped around his neck, and the white-collar man knew that it was the hair of the female ghost.

"Brother Hong..."