"Everyone, don't move around. Lin Shaojie, please turn on the lights and be careful not to hurt any of your own people."
The sudden darkness caught everyone by surprise. Fortunately, Yuan Qingli reacted immediately and informed Lin Shaojie, who was closest to the customs.
"Snapped."
The room became bright again, and the four of them were dumbfounded.
There is no shrine, no spiritual tablet, just an ordinary standard hotel room.
"this……"
The group of people were astonished and remained silent.
Could it be that what we saw just now were all phantoms?
Yuan Qingli couldn't help but be stunned. The file bag she was holding in her hand was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Shaojie and others raised their hands. The dust on the bath towels was still there, proving that the cleaning just now had really happened.
"Erratic." Yuan Qingli muttered to herself.
"What?"
"I probably know what the long-tongued ghost means by being erratic." Yuan Qingli looked up and explained, "There is nothing wrong with hotel rooms on the 13th floor, but this shrine for worship, for some unknown reason, wanders around."
"Then how do we find it?"
"Looking for it one room at a time?" The chicken claw man swallowed and opened the unknown door. It was a bit difficult.
"This is the most unsophisticated method, and should be used last. Let's first sum up the possible patterns of this thing and the reasons for its disappearance."
"The room was 1314 just now. Is it related to some numbers?"
"Will it reach 520?" The chicken-footed man received a bunch of blank looks again and shut up.
"According to common sense, there are only two types of patterns. One is its own operating mode, such as time and location. The other is attraction, such as something it particularly likes." Lin Shaojie transformed into Conan and talked eloquently.
"How many rooms are there on this floor?"
The three of them did not speak. In this terrifying atmosphere, who would have the mood to pay attention to this.
Zhuang Xiangyi, who kept his mouth shut, dipped his finger in water and wrote "48". The room she stayed in was room 45, and she could just see the end.
24 hours a day, 48 rooms, that is to say...
"In other words, if we go by time, it would be half an hour to change a room?"
"But, it was clearly less than half an hour ago, why did he run away?"
Lin Shaojie looked at the digital clock on the wall, which pointed to 15:39.
"If we rule out the situation of losing this gadget or not clocking in while paddling at work, then it can only be a possibility." Yuan Qingli raised his head and did not continue.
"It was attracted by something." The chicken-foot man said weakly, and finally received a lot of praise.
"That's right. It was attracted to a certain factor in us before, and then, maybe because we did a certain action, it didn't like it anymore. So it floated away..."
"So, what was everyone's last action just now?"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..." Zhuang Xiangyi couldn't make a sound and made wiping movements.
"I'm checking the magic tablets."
"I was also wiping the table." Brother Chicken Claw fell into deep thought, "Then I pulled my finger and felt a little pain in my hand, so I tied the bandage tighter."
"Huh?" Six eyes fell on Brother Ji Zha's face, and Brother Ji Zha blushed physiologically.
"I probably know."
Yuan Qingli pulled up a stool and sat down, not in a hurry.
Although the three of them were confused, seeing her like an old god, they all sat by the bed, waiting for Yuan Qingli's next words.
"Have you all paid attention to the elevator in this building? What's the highest floor?"
"18."
"Yes, 18 has a rather terrifying representative in our mythology."
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?" Brother Ji Zhao once again received a blank stare.
"Eighteen levels of hell."
"Yes, what is the thirteenth floor?" Seeing the three people shaking their heads, Yuan Qingli continued, "Blood Pond Prison."
"So, we don't know what the shrine was originally used for worshiping. However, after the accident happened in the hotel, the thirteenth floor became the corresponding thirteenth level of hell.
Nowadays, apart from clocking in for work for no apparent reason, Shen Shen is also interested in blood. "
As soon as the voice fell, Brother Ji Zhao once again received six looks.
“So, the next time we encounter it, we have half an hour to look for clues to the exit.
But if the half hour is up, you have to take off the bandage on your hands. "
Brother Ji Zhao nodded: "Okay, no problem."
"Let's go, keep looking."
Yuan Qingli opened the door, but the corridor was bustling with activity.
