Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon

Chapter 78 "Lu Mingfei, a certain resident on this floor."

"I told you to wipe it quickly, it's all over now, all the tricks are gone."

Shrugging, Li Ang was helpless.

Bang!
After slamming the table, Grant Ward stood up, pointed at Li Ang's nose and cursed.

"Fuck, you're playing us!"

This time, Coulson didn't stop him. Blindly forbearance won't solve any problems. He wants the other party to understand that no matter what the purpose is, the dignity of S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot be violated!
Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Da Wenxi finally put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up to persuade him.

"Two, two, calm down, we still have to solve the problem of the Cecil Hotel, don't hurt your peace here."

Speaking of this, he picked up the bottle of cow's tears, wiped it gently on his eyelids, and then swept it for a week, walked up to a blond old man who was eating against the wall, and stretched out a hand to Cole Under the watchful eyes of Sen and others, he slowly stretched over.

Seeing the palm disappear as if it had penetrated into the air, Coulson and the two were shocked. Then, the old man who was eating stopped, cursed "Fuck" fiercely at them, and disappeared in an instant.

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +751]

[Mood value from Grant Ward +749]

Damn, it's really weird! !

Grant Ward stood there in embarrassment with his hands raised, suddenly felt a chill in his calf, and quickly lowered his head, just in time to see a small blue hand disappear from under the table.

Seeing Coulson winking, he came out in a panic and shook hands with Li Ang.

"I'm sorry, my tone was a little heavy just now, I'm sorry."

"Win the lottery?" Li Ang seemed to see something.

"Yeah, just now a little ghost was hiding under the table, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

"What's next?"

"Then I came over little by little. If there is anything going on in the future, please feel free to tell me!"

Grant Ward's expression was very gentle, and he could no longer live up to the fierce look just now.

"It's a deal." With a slight smile, Li Ang shook his hand up and down.

"Brother, would you like to smoke a cigarette?"

Licking his face, Grant Ward looked attentive.

"Come on." Patting his face away, Li Ang stood up from the chair: "Since everyone has eaten, let's go to Cecil Hotel together."

Cecil Hotel.

Li Ang and his party walked in with their heads held high.

It's funny to say, the security guards looked bruised and swollen. The moment they saw Li Ang and Da Wenxi, they rolled up their sleeves and called for the brothers to rush up, but the next second they saw Coulson and Grant Ward come in , stepped on the brakes one after another.

Because the speed stopped too fast, several people collided with each other and fell to the ground like a stack of arhats.

The hotel manager is a fat, blond man. Seeing this scene, he took out his mobile phone and planned to call the police, but Coulson stepped forward and stopped him.

After showing the FBI ID and having some friendly exchanges, the hotel manager wiped off a cold sweat and opened a room for the four of them, which was also the room where Ke Lan, the deceased, lived in room 7 seven days ago.

After getting the key, Li Ang and the others took the elevator to the 5th floor without stopping.

Behind him, the lady working at the front desk showed an unbearable face, and asked the fat manager in a low voice: "Manager, that room has not been peaceful recently, and several cleaning staff have been scared into a mental hospital in the past few days.

Colleagues are secretly spreading wild rumors that the woman who disappeared seven days ago turned into an evil spirit and came back to take revenge."

"Bullshit!"

The fat manager interrupted her with a wave of his hand. He sneered and said disdainfully.

"This hotel has not been peaceful since its birth. If everyone who died turned into evil spirits and came back to take revenge, then this hotel would cease to exist long ago!"

"But."

Seeing that the working lady wanted to say something, the fat manager gave her a cold look, turned around and strode away.

Only the front desk lady was holding the cross on her chest nervously, with a worried look on her face: "Today is the seventh day, please be careful, don't let anything happen to you."

Step on.
This hotel has more than 14 rooms on 600 floors. Li Ang and the others took the elevator to the 5th floor and stepped on the red carpet to room 506.

A nearby young resident saw the movement of a few people and wanted to remind them, but suddenly fell silent and could only watch them worryingly as they opened the door of Room 506 and walked in.

boom.

The door was closed.

The man shivered, swallowed nervously, packed his things without saying a word, and returned home!

"No, Murray is too dangerous, I have to go home quickly, let's go now!!"

After he quickly packed his luggage, he still couldn't bear to throw a ball of paper and left it at the gate of No. 506. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he finally let go of his worries, and was about to leave when he pulled up the suitcase, but was caught by a sudden The arm that appeared grabbed the back collar and pulled it in.

boom!
"The FBI will tell you everything you know about Room 506!"

Putting the FBI's certificate in front of the other party's eyes, Coulson said sternly.

The man collapsed on the ground with a frightened expression on his face, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking.

"Captain Coulson, this kid just passed by the door and left this behind."

He unfolded a ball of crumpled paper and handed it to Coulson. Coulson took a look and found something like "There are evil spirits in this room, leave quickly" written on it.

It was a kind boy, and Coulson had a good impression of him in his heart, and was about to pull him up from the ground, but the boy didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, he raised his hands high, and spoke very fast Just exploded his own information.

"My name is Lu Mingfei. I am male. I was born on July 1991, 7. I am 17 years old this year. I have blood type A and I belong to sheep. My height is 17 and my weight is 172kg. My zodiac sign is Cancer. Me, me, me, don't, don't shoot." , I play "StarCraft" very well, please don't shoot me!"

Lu Mingfei was crying, his heart almost jumped out of fright.

He just came to the United States for a tour, how did he meet the FBI?
Can't eat bullets?But don't die here!

Labeling him a coward in his heart, Coulson smiled gently, and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, we just have a few questions we want to ask you."

As he spoke, he dragged his arm into the room involuntarily. Lu Mingfei wanted to refuse, but seeing Grant Ward carrying his suitcase already in, he could only follow behind with his head down and his head down.

In the room, Li Ang and Da Wenxi had been waiting for a long time. Seeing three people come in, Da Wenxi pulled a bamboo dragonfly from its head and asked Coulson.

"Who is this?"

"Lu Mingfei, a certain resident on this floor."

Coulson replied, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, pushed him into the crowd, and asked.

"Now, tell us all you know about this room."

Seeing several people staring at him with piercing eyes, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to tell the four people in front of him the information he knew.

About 7 days ago, someone disappeared, and the police couldn’t find him. A few days later, several cleaners had accidents on this floor and were sent to a mental hospital. In short, it’s very evil.

After listening to his narration, Li Ang touched his chin, stared at him with a meaningful look, and said firmly.

"It seems that this ghost is here."

(End of this chapter)