It was late at night, the whole town was shrouded in darkness, and the faint moonlight was blocked by clouds.
The mature woman who had been watching the drama at the front desk of the hotel looked up at twelve o'clock. She remembered that the hotel had checked in today...a dozen guests?
She looked at it, there were five on the second floor, seven on the third floor, and three on the fourth floor.
Generally speaking, the overall capacity is okay, only the capacity on the fourth floor is a bit low.
What's on the fourth floor? Oh, there was a hanged man who paid her a night fee to live in 407 and waited there, and there were five other men and women who also paid a night fee and wanted to play games on the fourth floor.
Okay, it's okay, she's not only dealing in living people but also in dead people, as long as she has enough money.
The mature woman settled the score and continued to eat melon seeds and watch TV dramas. She felt that human beings had pretty good achievements in entertainment, at least they were more innovative than those supernatural beings who repeated the past death methods all the time.
…
The new drama on the fourth floor has just begun.
The woman with makeup was only wearing a suspender nightgown. There was a long cut behind her right shoulder, and blood was pouring out.
She had no shoes on, neither outdoor shoes nor slippers, so she ran barefoot in the corridor on the fourth floor.
The door she had just closed was being beaten again and again. At first, the sound sounded like human fists, but the subsequent sounds... seemed to be some metal tools.
The woman wiped her face, walked through the corridor at the end, and knocked on the doors of each room, matching the pleas in her mouth, but the expression on her face did not change much.
Not even the expanding wound on her back or the blood trickling down her calf could stop her.
Gradually, she came to the ones near the elevator.
These are the rooms where new people are staying.
The woman knocked first on 411 but there was no response, then on 409. The people inside were sleeping like dead pigs, which made the woman's cry sound a little sad.
The last one was 407. She stood at the door of 407 and knocked on the door frantically, with quite a desperate aura.
"Please, open the door and let me hide for a while!"
"My friend...my friend suddenly went crazy..."
"He wants to chop me... He wants to chop me with a knife!"
The woman's cry became softer and softer, until only a resentful murmur remained. She pressed her head against the door and bit her nails nervously.
What if no one opens the door? Wouldn't she be... No, it can't be like this. No matter what, you must knock on a room, otherwise everyone will -
Dark thoughts grew in resentment, and before she could put her thoughts into practice, the door in front of her opened.
The woman who couldn't stand still stumbled forward, and then she was pushed away by an external force, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
The woman raised her face, and through her tearful eyes she saw a face with a not very kind expression.
To say he was unkind was a euphemism. The black-haired young man had an expressionless face, as if he could open his mouth and eat someone in the next second.
The female Chu Chu shook pitifully, and then said: "Can you let me in? I have temporarily locked my friend in the room, and he is about to break out of the door. Please..."
Bai Su looked at the long trail of blood that was dragged out in the corridor without saying anything, for fear that others would not know where the injured person had gone.
Furthermore... Bai Su shifted his gaze back to the woman in front of him.
Let’s not talk about what this ghost-like makeup can reveal, or whether it can arouse people’s sympathy. It is indeed quite professional to wear something like this and cry outside at night.
However, Bai Su still asked with a dark face: "Don't you guys stay up all night?"
The woman outside the door, her face covered in makeup, was stunned for a moment: "What...?"
"Forget it." Bai Su was too lazy to continue asking. He picked up the bedside towel he had previously used to wrap the hanged man's head, and held the woman's exposed arm through the cloth, "Come in."
He pulled the person in, then kicked his heel back and closed the door.
Something's wrong...something feels wrong.
Although the process was a bit bumpy, the woman who successfully knocked on the door of a room felt something was wrong.
There was no light on in the room of 407. The woman took two steps inside and smelled a strange smell - rust mixed with a bit of putrid smell.
Could it be that some other supernatural beings got there first?
It seemed that he and the landlady downstairs had told him that there were other residents on the fourth floor... When thinking of "him", the woman trembled unconsciously.
But...since humans can open the door for her, it means there is no problem, right?
And even after Jindu came in, the woman didn't think too much. She took a tissue from the table, wiped her face, and continued as planned.
"Can, can you help call the police? I... I didn't bring my mobile phone with me. The police station here is very close to here. If we call the police now, we will definitely be saved!"
Fake.
Calling the police is just an excuse. As long as humans pick up their mobile phones, if they are careful, they will find that the signal indicates that they are no longer in the service area.
I accidentally didn't notice that the call to the police could be answered, but the person who answered the call would not be a police officer from the police station.
The person who answered the phone was not a human being.
She knew, she always knew, she knew what the people who answered the door and helped call the police were going through.
Whether we are on the phone or not, humans are prone to panic.
The sorrowful emotion on her face was fleeting. The woman hugged her arms and spoke pitifully: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to you, but I didn't expect... I really didn't expect -"
Before she finished speaking, the lights in the room flickered on, and the woman subconsciously raised her hand to block the light.
"Are you afraid of light?" Someone asked from behind, "It's very much like a human reaction."
Human reaction...what does that mean?
The woman's heart was pounding. She put down her hands and saw the scene she faced.
The furnishings in the room were like wind and dust. Although they had been cleaned, the remaining traces of the fight could still be seen, as well as... and the rolled up and stained bedding on the floor.
The person who was cleaning didn't pay much attention. The quilt that was pulled off the bed was rolled up hastily, with the blood stained side facing out.
Sure enough, other supernatural beings came in advance.
But didn’t succeed? What happened?
The woman suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned around.
The black-haired young man stood not far from her and slowly poured him a glass of water from a freshly boiled kettle. He drank the hot water in one gulp without any hesitation.
Wait...just boiled, so hot water? The woman paused for a moment, and her brain, which was jammed like a rusty gear, slowly turned.
The feeling of dissonance had always been there since she entered the door, but she didn't think about it or care about it.
Bai Su finished drinking the hot water, put down the kettle, and turned around to walk towards the woman.
The woman realized something and stepped back. Because she didn't notice the obstacle behind her, she tripped and fell into the rolled-up quilt.
The wound on the back of her shoulder came into contact with the white cloth, and it instantly turned red, like a bloody flower blooming.
Because her face was temporarily wiped clean, her delicate appearance looked even more pitiful, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Although the scene is beautiful, it's a pity that there are no people who can appreciate it.
