Chapter 17 Yihongyuan Hotel (16)

The restaurant is clearly divided into three areas - white, red and black.

Looking at the three caterpillar-like areas, Yuan Qingli was not in a hurry to come forward to look for food, but found a corner to sit down.

The number of people or ghosts in the three areas is almost the same, there is not much difference. However, only the white area is slightly smokey, which can be understood as hot food is served in this area.

Yuan Qingli came to the white area and picked something - porridge.

For other dishes, it was impossible to tell what ingredients they were made of. Yuan Qingli really didn't have the courage to face them and put them in his mouth.

After finishing the fight, she came to the toll gate. Yuan Qingli was a little nervous. A bowl of porridge was considered consumption. Didn't she have to complete the task?

However, what is the currency circulating in Dawei Restaurant?

A furry right hand stretched out from the opposite side: "Room card."

"Ah, oh." Yuan Qingli handed over his black gold room card.

I saw the opponent holding the card in his right hand, placing it on the left hand of the skeleton without any flesh and blood, holding it between his index and middle fingers, and swiped it. Then he handed it to Yuan Qingli.

Yuan Qingli: "..."

Is this a credit card? Such a simple and novel method does not even have a machine.

Taking the key card with a bit of bone and debris in it, Yuan Qingli asked cutely: "Aren't you going to charge me?"

“Black Gold Accommodation Card, bring your own free meal every day.”

It seems that it is not that simple to consume within the rules.

Yuan Qingli silently experienced the feeling of a rich person staying in a hotel. It would be nice if there was a clothing store here. She wanted to buy some cheongsams to change.

Holding the porridge, Yuan Qingli sat down slowly, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and took a mouthful - it was just ordinary porridge.

Just after taking two bites, several figures blocked the light overhead.

"Yuan Qingli?" Lin Shaojie exclaimed.

Yuan Qingli looked up and saw Lin Shaojie and the others.

Lin Shaojie had expectations and doubts in his eyes, while Ji Zhao and the other girl were a little defensive.

"It seems you didn't go out last night." Yuan Qingli looked at the chicken feet and spoke calmly.

Apart from announcing my home address at the chicken feet door, I never revealed my name.

Ji Zha relied on Lin Shaojie. Looking at the way these three people came in and out together, it was obvious that Lin Shaojie was in Ji Zha's room at that time, and there was more than one person.

The fact that they didn't open the door meant that they didn't intend to treat her as one of their own.

Lin Shaojie suddenly figured out the key and explained hurriedly: "It is true that the door was not opened last night because we didn't know whether you were a human or a ghost. After all, the system prompted you not to go to the 13th floor. Be careful." .”

"So, what is your identity now?" The three of them took half a step back.

Yuan Qingli smiled and raised the spoon. The white porridge reflected the light from the ceiling: "This porridge is colorless, tasteless and non-toxic, but it can fill your stomach. Do you want to try it?"

This move made Zhuang Xiangyi and Ji Zhao suddenly change their expressions.

Only Lin Shaojie answered calmly: "Ghosts are not interested in joking."

Lin Shaojie took the other two people to get some porridge and sat next to him.

"Since you are still an individual, let's share the clues we know together. Our goal is the same, which is to escape." As soon as Zhuang Xiangyi said these words, even the chicken feet frowned. Can you speak like this?

Lin Shaojie waved his hand to stop her from continuing: "Xiangyi is outspoken, don't mind. But what she said is right. We have the same goal, and more people always have a better chance of winning."

"The three mission requirements we received are all the same, and I think you are too. The check-in has been completed, and not going to the 13th floor is not a mission. Now the only requirement left is consumption."

"As you can see, eating here is not consumption." Yuan Qingli looked up.

"When we were going downstairs just now, we heard a word, concession stand."

Yuan Qingli's eyes lit up: "Where?"