[comprehensive] superior skills

Through the speeding traffic, the five of Megan dragged their luggage and walked towards the hotel building.

Corresponding to the unflattering appearance, Megan stopped subconsciously just after entering the extremely depressing hall.

There is death and dark and dangerous atmosphere everywhere here. It is hard to imagine that Green, a producer who only knows how to play tricks and change girlfriends, would choose such a surprising place.

"Megan? Is there something wrong?" Seeing her strange expression, Benjamin who came to the front desk to register in advance asked.

"fine."

Megan touched Coco, who was huddled in her arms, "I'm just feeling that it's hard to find such an authentic old-style hotel now."

"It also has many unknown beauties, far beyond your imagination."

Breathing out a faint smoke ring, the bald man in a bright dress at the reception suddenly interjected: "There are only the last few connected rooms left, here is the key."

He pushed the five copper keys forward, and deliberately picked out one that looked the same, and the youngest and most attractive boy among the people rushed over and said, "Little cutie, this is specially prepared for you." of."

Avoiding the choking smell of smoke, Rhett coughed and asked, "Room 64? Is there anything special here?"

The bald man blinked ambiguously at the corners of his charming blue eyes with exaggerated cat-eye makeup, and said bewitchingly, "Guests who are lucky enough to live in this room will enjoy our special services."

Haven't met such a cute little guy in a long time, hope he stays forever.

"No, thanks."

When the people in the company didn't care about this trivial matter, Megan suddenly stopped the somewhat curious Reid, and quickly held the key in his hand, "I don't think he is of legal age to enjoy the small desserts of the adult world. "

The man met her unquestionable eyes, and suddenly smiled softly, "Are you sure?"

Megan didn't answer his question, but just grabbed the other keys together, "Thank you for your enthusiastic help, we will properly allocate the room by ourselves later."

"Well, whatever you want."

The man's attitude immediately cooled down, and he said lazily as if he was reciting a dull and boring line: "There is no mobile phone signal in the building and no Internet access. If you have any special needs, please contact the front desk through the internal line."

"You mean, if we want to call our loved ones to say good morning, we have to get dressed and go downstairs?" Morgan asked incredulously.

A hotel with such poor conditions is located in the bustling downtown of Los Angeles, is it a joke?

The bald man, who had long been accustomed to all kinds of questions, replied blankly: "You can also try writing a letter and see which of the two methods is more convenient."

"Forget it, Morgan."

Gideon stood up to appease him, "It's like camping in the wild, and it's not bad for life to stay away from the radiation source once in a while."

"Then we must have traveled a considerable distance and accidentally strayed into the reserved area." Al said mockingly.

At this time, a man with a long ponytail who passed by everyone gave an indifferent glance at the woman who was talking, then turned and entered the elevator.

"Hey, what is that look in his eyes?"

Confused, Al asked his companions, "Did I offend him?"

Being dispatched by the headquarters to a lost area in the city is enough to make people uncomfortable, and now they even have to look at other people's faces when they say a word.

"I can explain that."

Benjamin said with some embarrassment: "The one just now is Dana Platt, from the Navajo tribe. He is the only male psychic in this episode."

These seemingly very individual team members had little friction with the hotel staff and actors on the first day they settled in, which really made him worry about whether the filming in the next few days could be completed smoothly.

Similarly, Al did not expect that she would inadvertently touch the dangerous field of racial discrimination, so in order not to cause trouble for her companions, she had to try to say: "Do you need me to apologize to him, you know I have no malice. "

"Don't be so exaggerated."

Benjamin said with a smile: "Although Pratt seldom speaks, he is an open-minded man. I guarantee that he will soon forget about this matter, and he will not use his ability to secretly do some small tricks behind his back."

The most important thing is that if you insist on apologizing, it will only make your relationship worse.

Al shrugged, expressing that he would accept his opinion and pay more attention to his words and deeds in daily interactions.

Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, Megan pointed to the elevator entrance, "I think what we need most now is to go to the room to have a good rest, right? We can save other matters for dinner."

"You are right."

Benjamin smiled and made an inviting gesture, "After going upstairs, first confirm the room number and internal phone number, so that if something happens, you can notify the other party in time."

After entering the elevator, he directly pressed the button for the sixth floor, "All crew members rest on this floor, and the warning sign at the stairs can ensure that outsiders will not enter by mistake to a certain extent."

While waiting for the elevator to rise slowly, Megan asked casually, "Where are the psychics? Where do they live?"

If possible, she hopes that she can stay away from these "peers", so as not to look at each other annoyed.

"They live in specific rooms."

Benjamin smiled slightly, revealing a set of neat and white teeth, "To be precise, it's one of the rooms in the hotel that show off the most."

After comparing the most famous haunted sanctuaries, the producers deliberately selected the Cortez Hotel, a place of death specially built by murderers, because at least hundreds of abnormal deaths occurred here.

The psychics who participated in the performance had already selected the object they needed to conjure up when they checked in yesterday, and moved into the corresponding room.

"Wow!"

Megan tried hard to control the upturned corners of her mouth, "I really admire their courage and professionalism."

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that when the program team left the hotel, it would be as lively as it is now.

"James Patrick March, the most notorious serial killer of old."

Reid, who had been trying to intervene, finally heard what he was best at, "I read the information about the hotel a long time ago. Its owner, March, graduated from medical school. He likes to remove corpses and restore bones. After the loot, he sold the skeleton as a model to medical schools across the country. In order to ensure that he would not be discovered, he also had an incinerator specially used to dispose of the mutilated corpses. It is said that only the most loyal maids were busy in the entire hotel at that time , and the last two committed suicide when the police came to arrest them."

"Well, who is this?"

Benjamin looked at the man who was talking more and more vigorously with an inexplicable expression, "If I remember correctly, this gentleman is your legal adviser?"

In fact, what he really wanted to talk about was why this person was different from the lawyers he had come into contact with before.

Seeing the man's doubts, Megan tried hard to find a good excuse, "Red has a wide range of interests, and he likes reading."

"In fact, I can do [-] words per minute."

Reed, who never understood winking, added in time: "In addition to three doctorates, I also have a bachelor's degree in sociology, psychology, and philosophy."

Facing Benjamin's gradually frozen dull expression, Megan could only let herself focus on Coco as much as possible.

As for the other three BAU team members, they must have been used to this situation for a long time, and there was no change on their faces.

In the awkward silence, the snail-like elevator finally made a soft noise.

"Great, here we are!"

Benjamin's tone seemed impatient, "Megan, I live in room 67, have you chosen the room yet?"

"number 64."

Megan handed over the remaining keys to the oldest agent, "You can do whatever you want."

Gideon grabbed the old-fashioned key in his hand and chose the one closest to the witness, "No. 63, there seems to be no better choice. Morgan? Al, how about you?"

Morgan was not interested, "Whatever, there is nothing to choose from a room that doesn't even have a mobile phone signal."

He glanced at the key in his hand, the number 66 was engraved on the copper handle.

Al also took a hand, "I hope there is still hot water in the bathroom."

Her room number is 62, which happens to be the outer room closest to the corridor.

"this is yours."

Gideon smiled and handed the last key to the little doctor, "No. 65."

"Oh, that's great!" Rhett said happily.

Because of his low combat effectiveness, he thought he would be the one living farthest away, but he didn't expect Gideon to make such an arrangement.

"Is that what you said was good?"

Morgan, who was standing at the door of the room, was very disappointed, "Look at the cheap decoration and old wardrobe, the moment I opened the door, I almost thought I smelled the stench of corpses!"

Trust your instincts, Mr. Agent.

After applauding the strong chocolate man in her heart, Meghan put on a smiling face and said, "I have lemon and lavender-flavored air freshener here, does anyone need it?"

"count me in."

Al also came out of the bathroom with an ugly face, "I suggest you think carefully before deciding whether to use the bathtub, the dirt on it is really disgusting."

After sending everyone a fragrance box, Megan and Benjamin exchanged each other's landline numbers to facilitate communication during the recording process.

Her current level is not high enough for the honorable Mr. Producer to condescend to pay a visit, and she will be dealing with Mr. Assistant in the next few days.

After seeing off the man who was still instructing the restaurant on the opening time, Megan turned and walked towards the detective who was observing the repeatedly painted walls, "I think it's time for us to have a good talk."

In Room 62, Megan looked at the woman who was about to sit on the bed with a serious face, "If I were you, I would definitely not do that."

The sense of oppression and danger in this room was second only to that of Room 64. From the moment she entered the door, she felt a very penetrating chill surrounding her and refused to leave for a long time.

Al's hand touching the mattress stopped, and he said a little unhappy, "What do you mean?"

She is only responsible for protecting witnesses, and she does not need to flatter the other party as an employer.

Seeing that he was ungrateful, Megan shook her head helplessly, and turned to the leader standing in the middle, "Agent Gideon, did you see anything on the wall in the corridor?"

Gideon retreated to the edge of the door panel, touched the gaps in the wallpaper and said, "The large wall that has been repeatedly painted and the wallpaper that has been covered and pasted many times all indicate that something is happening here that we don't want people to know."

His tone was a little low, "They give me a bad feeling, just like the crime scenes I've been to before."

The ever-present gloomy atmosphere in the hotel can remind people of the horror details that they least want to come to mind at any time, even if they have changed their identity and location now.

"Can I say I wanted to check out and go home when I walked in the door?"

Morgan's dissatisfaction is obvious. He still can't let go of Meghan and her crazy fans who have caused trouble. It's just because of his duty that he has to cooperate.

Rhett's nature made it impossible for him to make perfect actions that would please his companions without offending his friends, so he could only continue to remain silent.

And the only female detective, Al, has already expressed her attitude clearly in the conversation just now.

"Okay, agents."

Standing on the opposite side of the four, Megan spread his hands and said: "Now that things have happened, I have to admit that it was an extremely wrong decision to accept this reality show. If I could know a little bit about the shooting location in advance Would never come here, and I think it will be the same for you."

"So I hope that you will leave immediately before this avoidable mistake causes more damage."

Reid, who was the first to feel uneasy, opened his mouth in surprise, "Leave? Is that what I mean?"

"Yes, that's what you think."

Megan nodded, "Whether you are going home or on vacation, as long as you leave the Cortez Hotel. Even if someone questions you in the future, I will promise not to talk about it."

She stuffed the pet cage at her feet into the doctor's arms, "There is only one condition, take care of Coco until I go back."

Although the previous few negotiations were not pleasant, she really didn't want these agents full of positive energy to die quietly in an unknown corner because of personal grievances.

The world is already dark enough, let's try to leave some sparks of light.

"Why do you want us to leave the hotel?"

Gideon took a few steps closer. "Are you afraid that people will know that the feds are there to protect you, or is it because something bad is going to happen here?"

"Bad things happen here every day, for nearly a hundred years."

Megan stared into his eyes and said solemnly: "That's why I ask you to leave as soon as possible, before things can be salvaged."

Although she could feel her sincerity, Gideon still shook his head, "If you can't tell the real reason or come up with enough bargaining chips to impress your superiors, such as the whereabouts of Killer Rose, it's impossible for us to leave. Obeying orders is the best thing a federal agent should do."

Hearing such a stubborn and almost stupid answer, Megan asked with a sneer, "Even if you can never leave this hotel again?"

Since words alone can't make them open their eyes and see the world clearly, let's add some spicy seasoning.

She then turned around and went into the bathroom to get some cold water from the toothbrush cup provided by the hotel, "Detectives, it's time for you to wake up."

In front of the four of them, Megan poured the glass of water on the thick mattress, "Welcome to the world of the dead!"

Following her movements, a hideous, twisted faceless man howled out of the cocoon from the Simmons mattress emitting bursts of black smoke.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The hotel here is intertwined with reality and fiction, so it is somewhat different from the setting in the play.

In addition, interested girls can look up the prototype of the hotel owner, who is definitely a character who came out of a horror movie. =, =

My hand that runs through your black hair, okay~~