Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The waitress walked in front, a little stiff in her actions.

The two walked through the lobby of the hotel. It seemed that two particularly difficult guests had come. The doorman and the front desk were all smiling and didn't notice the two people passing by.

Shen Dongqing looked over, and there was a young and beautiful Internet celebrity standing in the hall at the entrance, she leaned intimately on the rich businessman with a big belly.The Internet celebrity bosses the doorman around. Unlike the players, the doorman nods and bows to her, extremely respectful.

He only glanced briefly, but was blocked by a group of people.

The waitress stopped and stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."

Shen Dongqing withdrew her gaze and continued to walk forward.

The road led by the waitress seemed to gradually deviate from the crowd, and went to the depths of the hotel. At first, there were passing waiters saying hello, but when they walked inside, there was no one there.

You can see an exquisite bronze plaque hanging on the wall, with the words "no running and playing rough" written in gorgeous fonts.

The waitress pressed a doorknob with her hand: "This is it."

click-

The waitress turned the doorknob, and the heavy door opened slowly. She turned her head and looked at Shen Dongqing, with an emotionless smile on her pale face.

"Please come in."

Will you come in?

Ordinary people will run away if they find that they have fallen into a trap by mistake, right?If this is the case, it will violate the hotel's regulations, and when the time comes...

Thinking of all kinds of bloody scenes, the corners of the waitress's mouth slowly rose, almost to the corner of her mouth.

But Shen Dongqing is not an ordinary person.

He rubbed his nose and went straight in.

There was no cold medicine in it, nor Zhou Wenyan.

Shen Dongqing was not surprised either, and asked the waitress: "What's the matter with you bringing me here? I already have a boyfriend, so it's not easy to share a room with girls."

After being stunned for a moment, the waitress didn't pay any attention to what Shen Dongqing said, and directly walked into the room, and even closed the door behind her.

The moment the door was tightly closed, a gust of cold air emerged from the depths of the room, and the walls were covered with a thin layer of ice, making people shiver all over.

The waitress smiled stiffly and asked, "Do you want some soup?"

Just like Lisa in the snow mountain.

Shen Dongqing said bluntly, "Thank you, I won't drink."

This soup smells so strange, it seems like three days of slop, whoever drinks it will die suddenly.

The waitress let out a hoarse laugh: "That's such a pity."

As she spoke, her plump cheeks sank quickly, turning into a thin corpse, "Stay here with me..."

Shen Dongqing interrupted her: "Who wants to be with you?" He glanced at him in disgust, "You look so ugly."

Don't you have a b number in your heart?

The waitress, no, Lisa didn't seem to hear the personal attack, she stared at Shen Dongqing, and muttered: "You should drink my soup, drink it, drink it."

She was on the verge of a demon, and at some point a bowl of soup appeared in her hand, and she approached Shen Dongqing step by step, trying to pour the soup into his mouth directly.

It's just that the idea is good, but the realization is difficult.

Shen Dongqing directly grabbed Lisa's wrist, grabbed the soup bowl, and poured it into her mouth instead.

Lisa: "Mmm..."

Under the pressure of full strength, Lisa was forced to drink a whole bowl of soup.

I don't know what this bowl of soup is made of. After drinking it, she trembled all over, as if suffering from epilepsy, lying on the ground and rolling over and over.

Shen Dongqing put down the soup bowl, and taught: "This soup is spoiled and you still insist on asking others to drink it. Why don't you try it yourself first. Even a ghost must know what not to force others..."

After earnestly educating him, he walked over and was about to open the door and leave here.

But the door was locked and couldn't be opened.

Shen Dongqing looked down, and the original heavy wooden door turned into an iron door with a bolt. When he looked back, the furnishings in the room disappeared, and it turned into a freezer, with cold fog constantly coming out.

Lisa was lying on the ground, no longer dressed as a waitress, but turned into a down jacket, with dull eyes, as if saying "you can't escape".

In the blink of an eye, there was a group of people in the middle of the freezer. They sat around a small pot and stared at Shen Dongqing at the same time.

Their faces are somewhat familiar, they are the four players who crashed together before.

"Come and have some soup."

"Come here, aren't you cold?"

They kept urging.

Shen Dongqing sneezed.

He only wore a thin coat, and he had a cold, so he was really cold. Hearing their question, he nodded seriously: "It's really cold."

They showed a kind smile and greeted: "It won't be cold after drinking the soup."

Shen Dongqing walked over.

The closer he got, the more strange the smiles on the faces of this group of people became. They looked kind, but their eyes were lifeless.

"come."

"Come and drink soup."

Shen Dongqing stopped in front of the bonfire. Under the expectant eyes of the group of people, he pushed the nearest person to the ground and said, "It's quite cold, lend me some clothes." He took off his down jacket and put it on.

It was indeed warmer now, but it was still not enough. Shen Dongqing zipped it up and looked at the rest of the people.

The rest of the people suddenly felt startled, and fled around subconsciously.

Halfway through the run, someone responded.

No, they are obviously ghosts, why should they be afraid?

Hurry up and go back with him to take this person down...

He turned his head, just in time to see Shen Dongqing approaching aggressively, immediately forgot about the counterattack and slipped away.

It's just that the icehouse is such a small place, and there's nowhere to escape. In the end, Shen Dongqing caught them one by one. He stepped on two and carried two in his hands. He was a little troubled and didn't know how to arrange these people.

He looked around and his eyes lit up.

This freezer is for storing food, and there are hooks for hanging meat on the walls. Shen Dongqing directly took off the down jackets of these four people and hung them on the hooks, just like hanging bacon.

He also kindly left a piece of clothing for them, and he wrapped several down jackets from head to toe, and sat comfortably by the campfire to warm up, without being frozen at all.

Instead, a few ghosts were hung on the wall, shivering from the cold.

It changed from bacon to frozen meat in a short while.

Over there, Zhou Wenyan came back after taking the cold medicine. He didn't see Shen Dongqing in the restaurant, so he knew something was wrong, so he hurried out to find someone.

It's just that the waiter's attitude is indifferent, and no matter what he asks, he always answers "I don't know" or "I don't know".

Zhou Wenyan was still the same after asking two questions, his face suddenly sank, he directly grabbed a waiter by the neck, and pressed it against the wall.

"I'll ask again." His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, "Do you know?"

Although he knew that Shen Dongqing would not be in danger, he was subconsciously worried.

The waiter may have never met a player who dared to do it directly, and was frightened dumb. After being dumbfounded, he caught a glimpse of the black mist wrapped around Zhou Wenyan's palm, and his whole body was shocked. He quickly changed his posture and smiled extremely obsequiously: "In Over there, I'll take you to-"

Zhou Wenyan let go of his hand.

The waiter's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and trotted inside.

so horrible.

It seemed as if it was going to be eaten alive just now.

The waiter labeled Zhou Wenyan as not to be messed with.

"Here, here." The waiter led the people to the depths of the hotel, where there was an ice store.

As a hotel employee, the waiter knows the movements of every occupant, and knows that the guest has been coaxed into the freezer, and the time is not short, and he must be frozen into a popsicle.

Thinking of this, he took a step back silently so as not to be affected.

Zhou Wenyan looked at a door that was directly touching the ceiling, and tried to push it.

The door is locked.

He grabbed the big lock hanging on the door, wrapped in black mist in his hands, broke the lock abruptly, and then pushed the door open.

The waiter touched his neck in fear, and poked his head out cautiously.

I saw that the guest who should be frozen into a popsicle was sitting by the fire, wearing several down jackets, and holding a skewer of barbecue in his hand.

Shen Dongqing heard the movement, turned around and saw Zhou Wenyan, and waved happily: "Why are you here? Come and have barbecue together."

This freezer is for storing food, and there are many ready-made semi-finished products. After waiting for a long time, Shen Dongqing took some skewers and grilled them. Now they are almost roasted, and the fat has turned into oil and dripped down.

Zhou Wenyan walked over, sat beside Shen Dongqing, and even tucked his clothes: "How did you come here?"

Shen Dongqing said: "Someone tricked me into coming here."

Zhou Wenyan tapped his finger: "Where's the person?"

Shen Dongqing looked back, and the bacon and Lisa had disappeared, only the bonfire was still burning.

"It's gone." Shen Dongqing said nonchalantly, "Actually, they are quite nice people. They dressed me up, set me on fire and asked me if I want some soup, but the soup is a bit strange and I don't want to drink it."

He came to a conclusion: "They are all good people."

The waiter standing outside heard it clearly, and then watched the good man he said was frozen like a popsicle, crawling across the ceiling stiffly, looking like he was running away.

Thanks for your hard work……

This was the waiter's first thought, and then he thought, he must not offend these two big men.

Shen Dongqing's mutton skewers were grilled, and he stuffed more than half of them for Zhou Wenyan. The mutton tasted pretty good, fat but not greasy, with a slight smell of mutton, quite delicious.

The two of them finished eating the kebabs before going out.

Shen Dongqing was carrying a large stack of down jackets, and was still thinking about how to return the clothes, but when she saw the waiter at the door, she quickly passed the clothes over.

He also said very politely: "It should be the guests here. They saw that I was too cold, so they lent me the clothes. Please return them for me, thank you."

The waiter took the clothes with a stiff face: "Okay, okay."

He recalled the group of people who fled in a hurry just now, it didn't look like they voluntarily "lend" their clothes.

But the waiter glanced at the two big men, and quickly buried his doubts in his heart.

It doesn't matter whether he borrowed it or not, as long as the boss says what he says, it will be what he says.

Zhou Wenyan asked: "Do you know whose clothes these are?"

The waiter answered honestly: "It's from the new group of guests who checked in today."

Zhou Wenyan: "Where do they live?"

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "This..." This is the customer's privacy.

Just as he was about to say this, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He even forgot the professional code of not revealing the privacy of the guests, and quickly changed his words: "They live on the 14th floor."

Zhou Wenyan understood.

The guests who checked in today should all be players who died in the "mini game". According to the game, they should be unwilling to let someone escape from the dead, and chased them into the hotel, wanting to drag those who left alive into hell.

But... the players who can die in the "guessing game" in the middle of the game are not very intelligent. Is the game so sure that they can harm people?

Is this hotel a garbage dump and these idiots are all recyclables?

Zhou Wenyan thought casually.

Shen Dongqing pulled his arm: "Let's go shopping."

I'm a little full after eating, let's digest and then eat.

Zhou Wenyan reminded: "Take the medicine first."

Shen Dongqing: "Is it bitter?"

Zhou Wenyan carefully studied the instructions for cold medicine: "It's bitter."

Shen Dongqing's face wrinkled: "Can I not eat?"

Zhou Wenyan found it a little funny.

Little Dongqing, who is not afraid of anything, is actually afraid of suffering. It's really... so cute.

But after he finished laughing, he still said ruthlessly, "No."

This resort hotel has been established for a long time, and every detail is full of traces of time.

The two left the remote icehouse and came to the lobby of the hotel.

Zhou Wenyan asked the receptionist for a glass of warm water, and asked Shen Dongqing to swallow the medicine with the water.

Shen Dongqing dawdled, because she didn't want to take this medicine at all.

It's just that there is no way, Zhou Wenyan has been staring at him, and there is no way to even fool him.

Zhou Wenyan coaxed: "Eat it and you'll be fine."

Shen Dongqing looked at the pill in her palm bitterly, and didn't take a bite for a long time.

Just as Shen Dongqing was in a stalemate with the cold medicine, a group of guests walked in again at the entrance of the hotel, attracting his attention.

This group of guests was a bit strange. In this weather, they were still wearing thick clothes that covered all their skin. They even wore gloves on their hands, only showing a pair of indifferent eyes.

Guided by the doorman, the guests passed the sofa where Shen Dongqing was sitting.

Even if Shen Dongqing had a cold, she could still smell a burnt oil on their bodies.

Shen Dongqing: "I didn't burn the straw."

The doorman had burned straw on the doorstep when they entered, but the group of guests had not burned it when they entered.

Zhou Wenyan: "Don't change the subject, take medicine first."

Shen Dongqing rubbed his nose, and finally made up his mind to swallow the medicine in one gulp. Before he could feel the bitter taste, he was stuffed with another hard fruit candy.

It's watermelon flavored.

The sweet taste filled the mouth all of a sudden, covering up the bitter taste of the medicine.

Shen Dongqing's eyes lit up: "It's not bitter."

Zhou Wenyan patted his head: "Then take the medicine obediently."

Shen Dongqing was wilted again.

The two wandered around the hotel.

This resort hotel has been established for a long time, and every detail has traces of the years, but it is a bit visually tired after looking at it for a long time. After shopping around, the two finally decided to have lunch on the terrace on the second floor of the hotel.

Shen Dongqing flipped through the thick menu and ordered the dishes on it: "This, this, both."

Order everything you want to eat.

After ordering, Shen Dongqing lay on the edge of the terrace and looked down.

It's a little strange that, except for the group of guests just now, there are no more guests.

Without waiting too long, the waiter brought out the pre-dinner soup.

"Cream mushroom soup..." The waiter brought the soup with a smile on his face, but his smile froze when he saw the two sitting there.

Why are these two people again!

Shen Dongqing turned her head: "It's you."

It was the staff member who helped him return his clothes just now.

Waiter: "Yes, it's me." He put down the soup, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and wanted to run, but just as he took a step, he heard "Wait" from behind him, so he could only stop and turn his head.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhou Wenyan said kindly: "I have something to ask you."

The waiter was not deceived by this appearance, and asked tremblingly, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Straw."

Waiter: "Huh?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Why burn straw?"

A look of confusion flashed across the waiter's eyes, and he said, "This is a custom."

Shen Dongqing took a sip of the soup and said while drinking, "Then why don't the new guests use it?"

The waiter struggled for a while, but still answered: "...Because they are different from you."

Zhou Wenyan didn't ask why it was different.

Because the guests who came today are all dead, but they are players, and they are even more living.

Zhou Wenyan asked two more questions, such as what regulations must be followed in the hotel.

When his life was threatened, the waiter told him everything he knew, but he was just a small employee and didn't know much, so he could only reveal sporadic information.

While asking, other players passed by the door of the terrace, and saw the waiter standing beside him respectfully, saying whatever they asked.

The other players were sour on the spot.

It's not that they didn't ask the staff in the hotel.

It's just that these staff members are too indifferent, they don't know what to ask, they can't fart, and because they are worried about triggering some plot, they don't dare to threaten the NPC with dead hands.

It's fine if everyone else is the same as them, but why is it different in front of these two people?

NPCs are like obedient little sheep, they can do whatever they want.

People are really more popular than people.

If the waiter knew what they wanted, he would definitely say it.

Hehe, if you have seen the operation of the boss, you will definitely be better than him, after all, you have to survive.

The other players exchanged a look.

Since someone can get an NPC, it's better to go whoring for clues in the past.

Just do it, the tutu walked over and squeezed out a sweet smile: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

With such an interruption, the waiter saw the opportunity and hurriedly slipped away.

Zhou Wenyan ignored the tutu skirt directly, while Shen Dongqing was cutting up the steak seriously, the world was not as important as his eating.

The smile in the tutu skirt was a bit unbearable, but she didn't give up so easily, she continued to work hard, and called out in a sweet voice: "Brother?"

Shen Dongqing came to her senses and pointed to herself: "Me?"

Tutu: "Yes, what were you talking about just now?"

Shen Dongqing thought for a while, and corrected: "The seniority is wrong."

The tutu froze for a moment: "Seniority? What kind of seniority?"

Shen Dongqing took it for granted, "I'm a thousand years older than you, so I shouldn't call you brother, it's more right to call me ancestor."

After all, it is more than 1000 years older, ten centuries old.

Tutu: ?What happened to the ancestors?