Ross decided to go to Mr. Rand's room in person to apologize. It was not too late now, and the other party should still be awake.
He was about to put on his coat when he suddenly heard a scream outside the window. He immediately came to the window and looked outside, vaguely seeing three figures moving in the parking lot. The one among them seemed to be a woman, and the other one was behind him. The shadows of two men dragged towards a car, a red Ferrari.
Although Los was just a stickman who relied on his mouth to make ends meet, he still had a sense of justice, so he immediately rushed out of the room and ran towards the parking lot outside.
"These two scoundrels! Ross Fogg will not let you do this kind of evil! Madam! Wait for me!" He shouted while running, like a medieval knight going to save his princess, but He was still wearing a nightgown, which looked a little funny.
It is worth mentioning that Ross's surname "Fogg" is the same as that of Mr. Phileas Fogg who traveled around the world for eighty days, and he also happens to be an Englishman, so he has always believed that there is someone flowing in his body. I don’t know whether he is a fictional character or a real person, but he is an adventurous gentleman of noble blood.
Ross rushed to the parking lot, but the car had already started. Before he could get close, the car accelerated and drove away. Ross saw the woman struggling in the back seat, and the man sitting next to her started. The slap knocked her down. Before he could see the license plate clearly, the Ferrari turned and left Los's sight.
"These gangsters! Thugs! They actually used violence against the lady! Hey! Is there anyone! We need help here!" Ross shouted back towards the hotel. Just now he ran downstairs and felt strange why he didn't meet anyone. But now it was even weirder. All the lights in the hotel were turned off, and only the street lights in the parking lot were still on.
The hotel in the darkness was like a huge monster, as if it was going to engulf everyone who walked into it. Loss suddenly felt cold all over, and an inexplicable fear came over him. Could it be that he had bumped into... a ghost? !
Ross stood in the middle of the parking lot and was at a loss. The bus he came from had disappeared, and the hotel was like a dark haunted house. The streetlight next to him was his only remaining support.
"Hey, wake up." Renxin said, patting Los's face.
"Ah!" Ross suddenly shouted and opened his eyes. The sheets were wet with his sweat. He gasped, "I...I...OH! It turned out to be just a dream."
"I think this is not just a dream. In words you can understand, this should be a reappearance of a certain death scene." Renxin sat in the corner of the room and smoked a cigarette.
"You...you are Mr. Renxin, why are you in my room? Also, what is the reappearance of death scenes?" Loss wanted to sit up and speak, but after moving a few times, he found that he was weak. He was shocked. : "Why can't I move? What did you do to ***?"
Renxin still looked very decadent, and explained feebly: "The so-called reappearance of death fragments is in places where resentment is extremely heavy... Well... in your words, it is a supernatural zone. People there may be in a certain state. I saw some scenes from many years ago, which may be related to the death of the ghost here. As for you not being able to move now, there is a very simple and appropriate Chinese word - ghost pressing the bed."
After hearing this, Ross's Adam's apple twitched up and down. The fear in his heart could not be increased. As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet. He started playing tricks when he was sixteen. It has been ten years, and today he finally let him Hit.
"Mr. Renxin, my Chinese is not very good..."Does "ghost press the bed" mean that there is a ghost pressing me on the bed and not letting me move? "
Ren Xin blew out the smoke and looked as if it had nothing to do with him: "The answer is completely correct."
Los swallowed his saliva. He had seen a lot of horror movies, which were nothing more than zombies and werewolves. Occasionally, a ghost would come out with a murder weapon to kill people. He didn't expect this Chinese ghost to have such weird abilities...
"Mr. Renxin, can you do something..."
"Don't worry, dinner at seven o'clock only starts in five minutes. You still have time to change clothes and come down with me." He said and walked to Ross's bedside, muttering in his mouth, looking like he was about to spit.
"Hey, Mr. Renxin, what do you want to do?! Please don't be evil at this time.
Drama! "Before Lose could finish speaking, Renxin spat on his chest.
"Well...it seems useless..."
"What are you doing!"
"Oh, to get rid of the shackles of ghosts at this time, you need to use some evil spirits, such as black cats, dog teeth, jade pendants, wind chimes, etc."
"But why did you spit on me?"
"In fact, human saliva contains yang energy and is also used to ward off evil spirits. However, it is the weakest form and obviously does not help your current situation. So if we use local materials now, we have two options."
After hearing Renxin's explanation, Lose calmed down a little and asked, "Which two?"
"The first type is child urine."
"I'm sorry, my Chinese is really not very good...are you referring to a child's urine?"
"Actually, what I am referring to is ***'s urine. If you want to interpret it that way, of course you are right. So, Mr. Ross, let me take the liberty to ask, are you still ***?"
"I choose two!!" Lose ignored his question and roared loudly. It was obvious that letting him wet the bed or letting another person urinate in his bed was unacceptable to him.
"Okay then." Renxin rummaged through Ross's luggage and found a Swiss Army knife. This is a very convenient tool that Ross usually carries with him.
Renxin sneered and walked next to Lose, his eyes like a butcher looking at the meat on a cutting board.
"Mr. Renxin! What are you going to do again!?"
"The most powerful thing to ward off evil is masculine energy, which is a man's blood. Don't worry, I am a surgeon. I only cut a little bit of skin and will never damage any blood vessels."
Ross wanted to ask Renxin, "Why not use your own blood?", but he did not say it in the end. He felt that the madman with a bad personality in front of him might do anything, so if he just shed a little blood, he could get rid of the current situation. Difficulty, then he had no choice but to endure it.
Five minutes later, Renxin and Lose arrived at the restaurant together. Most of the other guests had already arrived. Mr. Rand had not yet appeared. As the host, showing up a little later would make those late guests less embarrassed. This was also a very good idea. Proper approach.
Lu Ping walked over and said to Renxin, "Have you encountered any trouble?"
"It's just a small matter, don't worry, I didn't use my spiritual sense." Renxin sat down and lit up his inferior cigarette.
