Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

After being interrupted like this, the other players were a little bit speechless.

After a moment of silence, the man in the suit laughed and broke the deadlock: "That's right, let's eat first."

After all, to stay in the hotel for such a long period of time, it is impossible not to eat at all.

The tutu skirt turned her face away: "I have no appetite."

The red-haired girl went to pick up two steaks, and said while eating: "The game said that we should abide by the hotel's rules and regulations, but what rules should we abide by?"

None of you here are novices, and most of those who survived the "small game" on the way have two brushes.

The red-haired girl raised her head only once, while the other two were thoughtful.

The man in the suit shook his wine glass: "First rule, don't lose the hotel bronze medal."

What the lady at the front desk said just now, she also specially emphasized that if it is lost, the hotel will ask for compensation.

Who knows if this "compensation" is compensation with life.

The tutu smiled sweetly, as if pointing something: "Everyone, please take good care of it."

This kind of thing that will kill you if you lose it is usually not prepared for ghosts, but for your companions who are also players. After all, according to the game notification just now, this is very likely to be a one-person surviving ending.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other two people changed slightly.

Tutu has a bad reputation among players. She likes to kill other players first, and then decrypt and clear the level alone, because when there is only one person left, the difficulty of the dungeon will be reduced, and try to prevent all players from being wiped out.

The tutu ignored the expressions of the two and jumped off the chair. She took a small cake and walked out of the restaurant.

The red-haired woman and the man in the suit looked at each other, hurriedly finished the food on the plate, and walked out.

Only Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan were left in the restaurant.

Shen Dongqing had almost finished eating, and now she was eating creme brulee.He ate very seriously, holding a small silver spoon and gently tapping the icing that had been baked brown on the surface, and then scooped up a spoonful of Q-bomb pudding, stuffing it into his mouth was full of sweet and milky aroma.

He finished eating one and was still unsatisfied, and was about to get the second one when there was a loud noise outside, as if the whole hotel shook three times.

Even so, Shen Dongqing still took a creme brulee first, and poked her head out while eating.

Outside the restaurant is a long corridor with various oil paintings hanging on both sides. At the end of the corridor is another hall, where the sound should come from.

Zhou Wenyan put his arm on Shen Dongqing's shoulder and said, "Go and have a look."

The two of them walked through the corridor and came to the door of another hall. They could see that the crystal chandelier that had been hanging from above had now hit the ground, directly smashing a small hole in the floor tiles, and the bright crystals rolled everywhere. One of them rolled to Shen Dongqing's feet.

Shen Dongqing bit the spoon, watching the dark red blood slowly flow out from under the crystal lamp.

Killed people.

But not players.

The redhead and the man in the suit stood not far away, while tutus hugged their shoulders impatiently at the other end of the hall.

Other guests came and went, as if they hadn't seen a murder in the hall at all.

The waiter walked over the pool of blood as usual, and said to the players present: "I'm very sorry, because the facilities are aging, the hotel will be renovated at night, please don't leave the room after ten o'clock in the evening, otherwise..."

He grinned and continued: "Something not very good will happen."

Thinking with your feet, this bad thing will definitely kill someone.

The red-haired girl nodded: "Okay, we will abide by it. I wonder if there are still rules in the hotel?"

The waiter's smile became weird: "You will know after you live here for a long time."

The red-haired girl was about to try again, but the man in the suit stretched out his hand to hold her, and said in a low voice, "It's almost ten o'clock!"

A retro pendulum hung in the hall, the hour and minute hands rotated and stopped at 45:[-].

Only 15 minutes to ten o'clock.

The red-haired girl's heart skipped a beat: "Where is the elevator?"

The waiter raised his finger and pointed to a corner of the hall.

The red-haired woman and the man in the suit ran away in a hurry.

Zhou Wenyan asked, "Are you full?"

Shen Dongqing took the last bite of pudding: "It's almost there." He conveniently stuffed the pudding bowl and spoon into the waiter's hands, "Let's go."

The two followed slowly.

The waiter originally wanted to intimidate these people with his gloomy expression, but now he is holding the pudding bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Not only is he not scary, he even looks a little homely.

He looked down at the pudding bowl that was completely eaten, and finally chose to give up the idea.

Five players stood inside the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed, but the elevator didn't move at all.

The man in the suit looked around and said, "I'm in 2302."

The red-haired girl said, "My room is 2301."

Tutu: "2304."

So here comes the question, the resort hotel has only the 14th floor at its highest, where does the 23rd floor come from?

In the enclosed space, sweat dripped from the forehead of the man in the suit: "It's almost ten o'clock."

According to what the waiter said, if you didn't arrive in the room before ten o'clock, you might run into a ghost.

Tutu: "Isn't it enough to look at every floor?"

The red-haired girl raised her hand and looked at her wrist: "It's too late."

There are only 10 minutes left. If you look at every floor, it must be more than ten o'clock.

While the three of them were discussing, a hand crossed over and directly pressed the button on the 14th floor.

Ding--

The elevator starts.

The red-haired girl turned her head, just in time to see Zhou Wenyan withdraw her hand.

"How do you know it's the 14th floor?"

Zhou Wenyan leaned against the wall of the elevator, and said lazily, "'14' has a bad meaning. Generally speaking, superstitious people will use other numbers instead."

The tutu looked up innocently, but her words were barbed: "The number 23 can add up to 5. You are so sure that it is 14. Are you afraid of harming others if you press the wrong key?"

Zhou Wenyan didn't even lift his eyelids: "If it hurts, it will hurt."

Is it important?

Does it have anything to do with him?

Tutu: "You!"

There was another "ding".

The elevator stopped, and when the door was opened, one could see a bottomless corridor, the lights were dim, and the house numbers hung on the doors on both sides were bloody, looking like coffins one by one.

The red-haired woman and the man in suits standing at the door hesitated for a moment and did not dare to go out.

Zhou Wenyan took a long leg and walked out.

Shen Dongqing was still confused: "So why is it the 14th floor?"

Zhou Wenyan looked at him sideways, and explained slowly: "Because the 14th floor is unlucky."

According to the practice of this dog game, don't you put players where it is bad and where there are too many ghosts?

Seeing that the two of them had found the room, the other players hurried out of the elevator to find the room that belonged to them.

As he spoke, Zhou Wenyan took out the door plate and pressed it on the doorknob.

The door opened with a "click".

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and something could be seen flashing by the moment the door was opened.

Zhou Wenyan pressed on the wall at the door, and the chandelier flickered, brightening up the hall.

The decoration of this room is fairly elegant, but it may be because the construction time is too long, and the decoration and furnishings can be seen to be outdated.

Shen Dongqing touched her arm: "Why does it feel a little cold?"

"Maybe the air conditioner is turned on too low."

This room is equipped with a central air conditioner, which can only be switched on and off, but there is no way to adjust the temperature.

Zhou Wenyan walked over to take a look, and the screen showed 25°C, which seemed normal, so he turned off the air conditioner directly.

"It will be fine in a while."

But Shen Dongqing waited for a while, but still couldn't see the temperature in the room rising, so she curled up on the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, only her head was exposed, like a winter hamster.

Zhou Wenyan couldn't help laughing when he saw this appearance at first glance.

Shen Dongqing slowly poked her head out from under the quilt, her face was full of question marks.

Zhou Wenyan climbed onto the bed and hugged him in his arms. The two of them stayed under the same quilt, stuck tightly together, and soon became warm.

Shen Dongqing huddled in Zhou Wenyan's arms, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Wenyan covered the quilt for someone, stepped out of the bed lightly, and came to the window sill.He stood there and looked at the garden of the hotel below through a layer of glass, but it was too far away to see anything.

He stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain, and halfway through it seemed to hit something.

Zhou Wenyan looked up, and a speck of crystal snowflakes drifted past his eyes, and then he saw a twisted face of a woman inlaid on the ceiling above.

The woman happened to be stuck in the middle of the curtain, and after meeting Zhou Wenyan's gaze, her eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth pulled to the sides, almost cracking below her ears.

Zhou Wenyan and her stared at each other for a moment, and then he pulled the curtains up with force, regardless of the fact that there was still a face in the middle.

The face was squeezed so that the eyes were slanted and the mouth was crooked. Compared with just now, it became funny, but she didn't feel it, and she tried hard to intimidate the people below.

But Zhou Wenyan didn't show any face at all, and just turned off the lights and went to bed.

That face stared at the two people lying on the bed, and tentatively poked half of her head out from the ceiling, but before she could get out completely, she heard a cold snort, which made her shrink back quickly in fright. Leave a strand of blond hair hanging out.

It's just that the temperature is getting lower and lower, as if returning to the snow-capped mountains vaguely.

"Yeah—"

Shen Dongqing felt his nose itchy, and sneezed after holding it in for a long time. He rubbed his nose, and his voice became a little strange: "What's wrong with me..."

Zhou Wenyan was halfway through his shirt, and when he heard Shen Dongqing's words, he knelt down on one knee beside the bed, and reached out to touch his forehead.

A little hot.

"I have a cold." He buttoned up the button and said, "Take some medicine later."

Shen Dongqing was in a daze: "I have a cold." He was suddenly a little happy, "I haven't been sick before, it's good to be sick."

Only humans can get sick, not ghosts.

Zhou Wenyan pinched his cheek: "What silly things?"

Shen Dongqing hugged Zhou Wenyan's palm, pressed it to her cheek, and said seriously, "I like being a human being."

Much better than being a ghost.

I can feel the temperature, I can eat delicious food, I can also touch other things, and I even met Zhou Wenyan.

He sighed: "I don't want to be a ghost anymore!"

Zhou Wenyan's eyes softened: "Okay."

The two of them got tired of crooked for a while, and then went out to have breakfast.

As soon as the door was opened, other players were found gathered in the corridor in the middle.

As soon as the red-haired girl saw them coming out, she couldn't wait to ask, "Did anything happen to you last night?"

Shen Dongqing: "No."

He slept until dawn and encountered nothing.

The red-haired woman said: "I smelled a burning smell when I was sleeping." She pushed open the door and pointed to the wall opposite the door. There was a scorched human figure on it, as if lying on the wall and being burned alive Dead, "And this."

The tutu went on to say: "My room vibrated all night, and many things fell from above." Her room was already in a mess, and there was no way to rest.

The man in the suit said: "Last night there were lights and horns in the window, and someone in the car called my name."

What's even more frightening is that they live on the 14th floor.

Zhou Wenyan: "There is snow in the room."

The woman in red asked after everyone had finished speaking, "What scene did the little game on your way take place? I escaped in a fire."

Tutu: "Earthquake."

The man in the suit: "Car accident."

Zhou Wenyan said: "The plane crashed, we landed on a snow mountain."

So they are all corresponding.

Burnt smoke and charred corpses appeared in the room of the woman in red, the petticoat shook all night, and the man in the suit appeared in a car.

Does this imply that even if he escapes once, he will die a second time for the same reason.

Thinking of this, the woman in red trembled: "What should I do now?"

Others did not speak.

Instead, Shen Dongqing raised her hand actively: "Let's have breakfast first, I'm hungry."

The other players looked at each other in blank dismay, and really couldn't think of any good way, so they could only go to have breakfast first.

The night passed.

The crystal chandelier that fell down yesterday has been disposed of, a brand new chandelier has been hung on the ceiling, and the smashed floor tiles have also been restored to their original state, with no trace of blood visible.

The waiter smiled and stepped forward to ask: "Guests, did you sleep well last night?"

The woman in red tentatively asked, "I'm not used to sleeping, can I change the room?"

"No." The waiter's smile became weaker, with a dark taste, "Once you check in, you can't go back on your word."

It seems that you are not choosing a room, but a cemetery.

The woman in red smiled reluctantly: "Okay, okay..."

After confirming that she couldn't change the room, she followed in the footsteps of the person in front and walked into the restaurant.

I have to say that no matter how strange this hotel is, the chefs in the hotel are really good.

There are many dishes, full of color, fragrance and taste. There are dozens of dishes on the dining table for just one breakfast, including Chinese and Western styles.

Probably because of a cold, Shen Dongqing was a little sick, but even so, he was still ill and determined, and put a lot of food on his dinner plate.

Zhou Wenyan sat down with a cup of coffee and said, "Do you have an appetite?"

Shen Dongqing picked up a piece of fried dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was at a loss when he heard Zhou Wenyan's question, and asked with a bit of a tone, "Why do you lose your appetite?"

Most people will lose their appetite when they catch a cold, but it is obvious that the template of ordinary people cannot be applied to Xiao Dongqing.

Zhou Wenyan changed the subject: "...I'll get you some medicine later."

Shen Dongqing nodded, then lowered her head and ate breakfast seriously.

Zhou Wenyan stretched out his hand to call for the waiter.

The waiter bent down and asked, "Does the guest have any orders?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Is there any cold medicine?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, but the customer needs to come and pick it up."

Zhou Wenyan glanced back, and found that Shen Dongqing was still engrossed in eating without any sign of being full, so he said to him: "You wait for me here, I'll be right back."

Shen Dongqing still had a custard bag stuffed in her mouth, she didn't have time to speak, so she could only nod her head to show that she understood.

Zhou Zhouyan followed the waiter out and didn't come back until Shen Dongqing finished eating.

The other players went out to the hotel together after breakfast, and Shen Dongqing was the only one left in the restaurant.

Shen Dongqing was not in a hurry, and drank milk leisurely.

Halfway through the drink, a waitress came over: "Hello, do you have a cold?"

Shen Dongqing was stunned for a moment before realizing: "It's me."

The waitress smiled and said, "Then please come with me. The doctor here needs to see the symptoms before he can prescribe the medicine. There is a gentleman waiting for you there."

Shen Dongqing had never seen a doctor before, so she didn't know if this was the procedure, but what the waitress said was correct, so she followed her without thinking too much.

Shen Dongqing followed behind the waitress, only seeing her profile and her meticulously combed blond hair.

When you get close, you can feel a chill coming.

Like the wind blowing from frost and snow on the snow-capped mountains.

Shen Dongqing stared at the waitress for a while.

This person... seems familiar, but I can't remember it.