C10 There's someone outside the door

"Hey, we're in the official broadcast room, don't drive the car without a word!" I quickly stopped the old drivers who were preparing to go on a rampage. I was only doing this to simulate the actions of the dead, and I wasn't really going to do anything about it.

"Host, you're playing with fire now!"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything against the laws of morality, I know that."

"Well said, but why do I feel disappointed?"

In the live broadcast room, a bunch of old drivers, who didn't mind the commotion, started to get restless. I wisely decided to end the topic.

"Everyone, don't forget, although the victim might not be able to control himself, his financial situation at that time did not allow him to do anything out of line."

A man who runs away from debt, who hides in a cheap hotel in the suburbs all day long and eats his fill, must be in a very bad financial situation.

It was all back to the beginning. What had the dead man done that night?

Suppose I was him, huddled up in that eerie room, late at night, with nothing on me, and in that case would I choose to leave the room and go out for a smoke or something?

"When I entered Room 203, my grandma told me not to go out no matter what I heard. Normally, the deceased should have been told like this by my grandma, but what if he didn't keep his promise and went out late at night?"

Logically speaking, the victim's death had something to do with being out late at night.

I looked at my watch. It was not yet early in the morning, so I opened the door and placed the camera outside. I used my cell phone to watch the live stream. The third floor was empty, with only a deathly silence.

"Let's go out for a walk. Since we've decided to fight ghosts, we shouldn't be so timid." The camera was in the doorway, and I looked across at room 206 and thought back to the strange dead man. It must have been a lie not to be afraid.

"If I can get into room 206, maybe I'll find something the police missed." Unfortunately, this thought could only be thought of in my mind. If I rashly made such a request to the old man, it would most likely alert him, because in my eyes, that old couple was equally likely to kill someone.

Ye Zichen took his phone down to the second floor. The scar-faced old man and the short and fat grandma were both not there. There was only a woman in her early twenties in the front desk.

She knelt in the corner with her back to me, and when I looked at her, she seemed to be worshipping a little girl who was only two or three years old.

"Excuse me, do you know where the landlord is? The TV in my room is broken. "

"Television is bad from the start, but bad can't be fixed."

"Oh, what you're saying is quite interesting. Only the bad ones would want to fix it."

The woman stood up and wiped away the black-and-white photo of the two or three year old girl in front of the incense burner.

The woman kept her back to me and said in a low voice, "If there's nothing else, go back to your room. It's not peaceful here at night."

"You have successfully aroused my curiosity. Right, is the little girl in the photo your child? "I think you..."

"She's my sister. She disappeared when she was very young."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, I'm already used to it anyway. I just hope that the next one to go missing won't be me." The woman's tone was somewhat pessimistic.

"Is the Anxiang Hotel relying on you three to hold on? "What about your man?"

"I have an older brother who works outside the country."

"Sigh, life isn't easy, just let me know if there's anything I can help with." I boldly patted my chest. However, my eyes never left this woman. Her body was trembling slightly as though she was afraid of something.

"I mean anything, including help, and everything you can think of." I didn't think she would believe a stranger she didn't know, unless she was desperate.

After a fruitless spin, I closed the door behind me and set the camera aside.

This cheap hotel for one night couldn't be expected to have much protection, and I had to be careful not to mess around with people as well as ghosts.

The lacquered wooden door looked old, the lock was loose, and the design should have been the most popular one in the eighties and nineties.

I held the armrest and rocked it back and forth. To be honest, such a wooden door wouldn't stand up to a kick from an eight or nine year old urchin.

He put the key into his pocket and opened the door a crack. Room 203 and room 206 were in the middle of the corridor, and the strangest thing was that the corridor was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. The half-dead light bulb at the foot of the stairs was enough to create a terrifying atmosphere.

"I really don't know how we got into this hotel." I put a thermos of warm water that the short, fat woman had brought me in front of the door. I put a cup of tea on the lid of the pot, not to block the door, but as a precaution.

If someone had opened the door in the middle of the night, they would have knocked the teacup off, and I would have been able to respond in time to the noise.

Caution, it's not that I'm paranoid, it's just that the past two days have been terrible, and I still don't know if I'm dealing with a human or a ghost.

Beside the door, there was a private room. That was the bathroom, and when I was investigating the surroundings, I didn't have the time to check this place because of the barrage from the Liujianxian.

"I hope nothing strange happens again." With a clumsy self-hypnosis in my mouth, I pushed open the bathroom door.

There were new tiles on the floor and clean porcelain plates on the walls. Without saying anything, the toilet and washstand looked inside. Under the solar water heater, which had only been used a few times in the packaging, was a bathtub that was partially fixed to the wall.

"This bathroom is a little too luxurious for a cheap hotel for 35 nights." Although there was no talisman paper idol, the dim light reflected off the pale white porcelain and gave off an indescribably strange feeling.

The furnishings outside were still in the '90s, only the bathroom had been refurbished. Compared to that, it felt more out of place.

"No, it doesn't make sense." There had to be something wrong, and all the things that went against logic in the case were actually loopholes left by the perpetrator. "Why did the bathroom have to be refurbished?"

After thinking about it for a moment, I had an idea. "The owner is doing this to hide something. Could this bathroom be the scene of a murder somewhere?"

I found the camera, gave a rough picture of the bathroom, and began to look for clues.

Time passed by, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. I was focused on searching for clues when I was startled by a very low knock on the door.

I crept up to the door and listened. When the knock came again, I leaned over the crack and looked out.

In the dim light, I can only see a vague white shadow, quiet, standing at the door of 206!

"She was knocking on the door of the room where someone had died three months ago!"

The light was so dim that I couldn't see it clearly, and half of my body was pressed against the door, trying to keep my eyes open.

The blurry white figure looked tall and thin, with long black hair hanging down to his shoulders.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

The other person stood there in silence. I felt as if time had frozen, and I held the spell paper in one hand and the camera in the other.

"What's there to be afraid of? We've come here today to meet ghosts, and we want to expose the true colors of the Underworld's show. We can't admit defeat at a time like this!"

With this thought in mind, I let go of the talisman in my hand and slowly turned the lock. After the lock was opened, I slowly pulled open the door.

"Come, let me see your true face, let me see what a ghost looks like!"

Just as I was about to pull the door open completely, the damn light bulb at the entrance to the corridor went out. It was pitch black and only the cold wind of the corridor could be felt coming in from all directions.

His back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. It was as if something was moving in the silent darkness!

The bulb flashed, and a brief light came back, and in that instant I saw a face with black hair half covering a pale, lifeless face rapidly approaching me!

"What the f * ck!"

The door was pushed open, a thermos of water for warning spilled from the doorway, teacups jingled, and boiling water splattered on my legs.

The slippery ground was in intense pain. Without any preparation, I lost my balance and fell backwards, one hand holding the camera. Instinctively, I grabbed the blurry white shadow with my other hand!

"Bam!" My body fell heavily onto the ground. When I regained my consciousness, I saw that I was holding onto a half of a pure white long skirt. When I raised my head to look at it, two long, snow-white legs were pressed against the tip of my nose.