American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"I told you guys to hurry up and wipe faster, now look, all the ghosts have run away."

Shrugging his shoulders, Li Ang looked helpless.

Bang!

Suddenly slamming his hand on the table, Grant Ward stood up and pointed at Li Ang's nose, cursing.

"F*ck, you're playing us!"

This time, Coulson didn't stop him. Constant tolerance wouldn't solve anything. He wanted to make the other party understand that, regardless of their purpose, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dignity was not to be infringed!

Seeing the conflict about to erupt, Da Vinci finally put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and advised.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. We still need to solve the Cecil Hotel problem. Let's not hurt the harmony here."

Saying this, he picked up the bottle of "Bull's Tears," gently rubbed it on his eyelids, then scanned the room, walked to an elderly blond man eating by the wall, extended a hand, and slowly reached out under the watchful eyes of Coulson and the others.

Seeing the hand disappear as if sinking into the air, Coulson and the others were shocked. Then, the eating old man actually stopped, fiercely cursed "F*ck" at them, and instantly vanished.

[Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +751]

[Emotional Value from Grant Ward +749]

Oh my god, there really are ghosts!!

Grant Ward stood there awkwardly, holding his hand up. Suddenly feeling a chill on his calf, he quickly looked down, just in time to see a small cyan hand disappear under the table.

Seeing Coulson winking at him, he nervously walked over and shook hands with Li Ang.

"Sorry, I was a little harsh just now. My apologies."

"You hit the jackpot?" Li Ang seemed to see through something.

"Yeah, just now a little ghost was hiding under the table. I blinked, and it disappeared!"

"And then?"

"And then I slowly walked over... If there's anything in the future, please tell me anytime!"

Grant Ward's expression was very gentle, no longer bearing his previous ferocity.

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

"Big brother, want a cigarette?"

Licking his face, Grant Ward was all smiles and eagerness.

"Get lost." Slapping his face away, Li Ang stood up from the chair: "Now that everyone's finished eating, let's head to the Cecil Hotel together."

......

Cecil Hotel.

Li Ang and his group of four strode in.

Ironically, the security guards, all bruised and swollen, were about to roll up their sleeves and call their brothers to rush up when they saw Li Ang and Da Vinci. But the next second, when they saw Coulson and Grant Ward enter, they all slammed on the brakes.

Because the speed stopped too quickly, several people collided, comically falling to the ground like a human pyramid.

The hotel manager, a large, blond fat man, pulled out his phone, intending to call the police when Coulson stepped forward and stopped him.

After showing his FBI credentials and engaging in some friendly communication, the hotel manager, wiping cold sweat, opened a room for the four of them, which was also the one where the deceased, Coran, had stayed seven days ago—Room 506.

Taking the key, Li Ang and the others didn't linger, taking the elevator to the 5th floor.

Behind them, the receptionist looked distressed and whispered to the fat manager: "Manager, that room hasn't been peaceful lately. Several cleaners have been scared into mental hospitals these past few days."

"Colleagues are secretly spreading rumors that it's the woman who disappeared seven days ago, returning as an evil spirit to take revenge......"

"Nonsense!"

The fat manager directly waved his hand to interrupt her. He sneered, disdainfully saying.

"This hotel has been restless since the day it was born. If every dead person turned into an evil spirit to come back for revenge, this hotel would have ceased to exist long ago!"

"But......"

Seeing the receptionist wanting to say something, the fat manager coldly glared at her, turned around, and strode away.

Only the receptionist remained, nervously clutching the crucifix on her chest, looking worried: "Today is the seventh day, please, let nothing happen......"

Tap tap tap......

This hotel has 14 floors and over 600 rooms. Li Ang and his group of four arrived at the 5th floor by elevator, stepping on the red carpet to reach Room 506.

Nearby young residents saw the commotion and wanted to speak up to remind them, but suddenly fell silent, only able to watch them open the door to Room 506 with worry and walk inside.

Bang.

The door was closed.

That person shivered, nervously swallowed, and without saying a word, packed his things... Going home!

"No, America is too dangerous, I need to go home quickly, I'm leaving now!!"

After he quickly packed his luggage, he couldn't help but throw a crumpled piece of paper, leaving it at the door of Room 506. He sighed in relief, as if finally relieved of a burden, grabbed his suitcase, and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the back of his collar by a suddenly appearing arm and pulled inside.

Bang!

"FBI... Tell me everything you know about Room 506!"

Placing the FBI credentials in front of the other party, Coulson righteously said.

That person collapsed on the ground, looking overly frightened, his face pale, his whole body shaking.

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

Handing a crumpled ball of paper unfolded to Coulson, Coulson glanced and found some words like "There's an evil spirit in this room, leave quickly" written on it.

He's a kind-hearted boy. Coulson felt a little affection for him. Just as he was about to pull him up from the ground, the boy didn't know what he suddenly thought of, raised both hands high, and blurted out his personal information at a rapid pace.

"My name is Lu Mingfei, male, born on July 17, 1991, 17 years old this year, blood type A, zodiac sign is sheep, height 172, weight 60kg, constellation is Cancer... I, I, I, don't, don't shoot, I'm very good at StarCraft, please don't shoot me!"

Lu Mingfei cried, his face looking mournful, his heart almost jumping out.

He just came to America for a trip, how did he run into the FBI?

Will I get shot? Please don't let me die here!

Mentally labeling him as timid, Coulson smiled gently and reached out to pull him up from the ground.

"You don't need to be afraid, we're not bad people, we just have a few questions to ask you."

As he said this, he couldn't help but tug at his arm, pulling him into the room. Lu Mingfei wanted to refuse, but seeing Grant Ward carrying his suitcase inside, he could only hang his head low and dejectedly follow behind.

Inside the room, Li Ang and Da Vinci had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the three of them enter, Da Vinci pulled a bamboo dragonfly from his head and asked Coulson.

"Who is this?"

"Lu Mingfei, a resident of one of the rooms on this floor."

Coulson replied, patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, pushed him into the middle of the group, and asked.

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

Seeing everyone staring at him intently, Lu Mingfei helplessly had to tell the four people in front of him all the information he knew.

Basically, someone disappeared 7 days ago, the police couldn't find the person, and in the following days, several cleaners had accidents on this floor and were sent to mental hospitals... In short, it's very eerie.

After listening to his account, Li Ang stroked his chin, stared at him with a meaningful gaze, and affirmed.

"It seems, this ghost is right here."