Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

The manager sent off all the guests with a smile.

He and Fu Yan were the only ones left in the elevator.

The elevator slowly ascended, and the air fell into embarrassment.

Mainly the manager was very embarrassed.

Because at this moment Fu Yan was standing beside him, with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted, his smiling eyes looking at him back and forth as if he was looking at goods.

The manager looked terrified, but still kept a superficial smile.

The elevator went up to the twelfth floor, and the manager looked at the beating numbers on the elevator panel, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He looked at Fu Yan with a smile: "Sir, your floor is here, I wish you a pleasant stay."

After the manager finished speaking, he bowed slightly and raised his hand to block the open elevator door for Fu Yan.

Just when the manager thought he could successfully send away the thorn, Fu Yan suddenly shook the room card in his hand, smiled and said, "Sorry, I can't read."

"what?"

Before the manager realized what it meant, he heard Fu Yan continue: "So you have to send me back to my room."

There was an unquestionable order in Fu Yan's flat tone.

The manager was taken aback for a moment, then pointed to the room card in Fu Yan's hand, "Sir, there are numbers on it, just compare the numbers to find the corresponding room."

Fu Yan looked at the manager and smiled sincerely, "Oh, I'm blind."

manager:"……"

I think you think I'm blind!

The manager couldn't hold back Fu Yan, and finally sent him to room 1204.

Fu Yan is very satisfied with this, as expected sincerity is the ultimate skill forever.

Standing at the door of the room, the manager respectfully opened the door for Fu Yan, "Sir, please."

Fu Yan: "It's already here, why don't you go in and have a sit?"

The manager was slightly taken aback, and just about to say 'no', Fu Yan lifted his foot and kicked him in.

A moment later, there was a scream like a pig being killed in room 1204.

Ten minutes later, the manager crawled out of Fu Yan's room crying.

His clothes were disheveled right now, the wine red suit on his body had been torn into rags, and he was draped over his body, his whole face was so swollen that even his own mother didn't recognize him.

After Fu Yan kicked him out the door, he didn't dare to stay for a moment, he even crawled downstairs, not even daring to wait for the elevator.

The "bang dang" sound of closing the door sounded behind him, scaring him so much that he fell straight down.

After beating the manager, Fu Yan closed the door and began to observe the room environment.

The layout of the room is very formal.

On the left hand side of the entrance is a toilet. The wall of the toilet is very thick and looks very soundproof.

Further inside the bathroom is a 1.2 meter single bed.

The head of the bed is close to the wall, and there is a distance between the bed and the bathroom, and a bedside table is placed in the middle.

The door is facing a window, and there is a pot of dead bonsai on the window sill.

There are wardrobes and sofas on both sides of the window, and an LCD TV and an old-fashioned wall clock are mounted on the wall.

The sheets and quilts are all new and look neat.

Fu Yan used toilet paper to wipe the dead corners of the house where dust is easy to hide.

It's pretty clean.

Fu Yan glanced at the wall clock, it was 12:55 in the morning of the dungeon, and the sky outside the window was already dark.

Take a good rest when it gets dark, otherwise it is easy to not grow taller.

Fu Yan took off his suit jacket and got ready to go to bed.

Suddenly, the wall lamp above the bed flickered twice, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and accompanied by gusts of wind, it hit Fu Yan's shoulder cover hard.

Fu Yan sighed, helplessly picked up the landline on the bedside table, and dialed the number at the front desk.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up, and the manager's familiar voice came into Fu Yan's ear through the microphone.

"Hi sir, how can I help you?"

Although the manager tried his best to hide it, Fu Yan could still hear a trace of reluctance in his voice.

As for it, didn't he just get punched twice.

Fu Yan cleared his throat, and said calmly: "The wiring in your hotel is too old, the bedside lamp keeps flashing, the central air conditioner is not working well, and the cold wind is blowing, send someone to deal with it."

The manager was silent for a while, and said anxiously: "Sir, let's register for you first, the maintenance man has already left work, and he will go to work tomorrow to help you deal with it."

"Okay." Fu Yan turned off the flickering wall lamp casually, and hung up the phone very eloquently.

After hanging up the phone, the manager felt a little unfinished.

That's... you agree...?

Zhou Qing was assigned to Room 404 of the hotel.

To be honest, she really didn't like this room, and four ah four sounded unlucky.

But no one would be willing to change rooms with her in this kind of self-contained dungeon.

Although it was early morning in the dungeon, it was still daytime in the community when Zhou Qing came in.

It was pitch dark outside, and Zhou Qing didn't feel sleepy, but she wasn't going to go out and run around at this time either.

Zhou Qing sat in the room for a while, wondering if it was her illusion, she always felt that the room was getting colder and colder.

Zhou Qing lifted the quilt and put it on her knees, supporting the side of the bed with her hands.

Just as she was about to take out her phone to take a look, she suddenly felt a sticky liquid on the edge of the bed frame.

Zhou Qing had a bad premonition.

She raised her hand slowly, only to see a red smudge on her tender white fingertips.

She raised her hand to the tip of her nose and sniffed.

It's a bit fishy and smells like rust...

is blood!

Zhou Qing directly pulled out the dagger from his boots.

Holding a dagger in her hand, she knelt on one knee and suddenly looked down at the bottom of the bed.

There was nothing under the bed.

She pushed away the bedside table and shone the light on the bed frame with her mobile phone.

I saw four blurred blood marks under the bed board near the head of the bed.

The bloodstains were of different lengths, and their shapes looked like they were scratched by four human fingers.

Could it be left by the previous batch of players?

Whether it is or not, Zhou Qing is not going to get close to this bed.

She took back the dagger, pinned it to her waist, got up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Zhou Qing washed the blood off her hands, shook her hands, and looked up at the mirror in front of the sink.

I saw the person in the mirror doing the same movements as her, but the face in the mirror was a completely strange woman's face.

Zhou Qing froze suddenly, she looked intently, and the face in the mirror became her own again, as if it was just her illusion just now.

Zhou Qing didn't make a fuss, the most normal is that this place is abnormal.

She left the bathroom, turned on all the lights in the room, and sat on the sofa by the window with the quilt in her arms.

She is going to spend the night here.

Zhou Qing didn't know when she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a sense of suffocation came from the neck.

Zhou Qing opened her eyes suddenly, only to see that she was lying on the bed without knowing when.

She struggled to get up, but there was a sharp pain in her neck.

A hanging rope was put around her neck.

The other end of the rope hangs from a wall lamp by the bed.

The next moment, the knot suddenly tightened.

Most of Zhou Qing's body was suspended under the wall lamp.

Her upper body had no strength, and her neck was tightly strangled by the rope.

She struggled with her legs on the bed, trying to get herself up.

At this moment, a pair of ghostly hands wrapped in black air suddenly grabbed her ankles.