New Times Inn

Wu Chuan frowned slowly in his sleep.

He vaguely felt that there was something strange in this inn, but he couldn't find it.

However, what he didn't know was that this strange feeling would always haunt him, and slowly, it would become his lingering nightmare.

Feng Qing is chatting with her friends in the house.

In fact, although Feng Qing's friends are more popular than her, and she is more cheerful, but as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Feng Qing's friend is not a very normal person.

Just as Feng Qing's friends don't understand why Feng Qing often gets windy, Feng Qing also doesn't understand why her friends like villains.

Yes, her friend is the villain solo pusher.

All the characters she has liked in her life are villains.

Feng Qing also respects her friend's hobby, but she feels that her friend may have to see a psychiatrist. But recently, a guy her friend took aim at, surprised her.

"Feng Wuhen?" Feng Qing confirmed again, "This is your latest love?"

"What's wrong? Is there a problem? Can't it?"

"It's not impossible, it's just that your aesthetic is really, exactly how to avoid all the hot spots." Feng Qing lowered his head carefully while complaining to prevent be beaten.

In fact, in ancient times, of course, there was such a thing as chasing stars, especially in the world of martial arts, but most people chased the more fashionable heroes.

However, an uncle like Feng Wuhen, who is already two hundred years old, not to mention that he was once a villain in Jianghu, if you want to push this alone, it is really standing in the Antarctic and eating ice cream. It's cold from the bottom of my heart.

"I don't care, anyway, when your screenwriter compiles it, you show me the script." Feng Qing's friends still feel that the martial arts world Feng Qing described to her is a screenwriter who has not been A script for a TV show.

"OK."

Feng Qing is idle anyway.

But in all fairness, she felt that from her friend's perspective, the future of Feng Wuhen was a little worrying, even though this guy should have been dead for two hundred years.

The story of the dead will not have too many continuations, only the living will know, and the rest of the dead are only remembrance and memory.

Feng Qing's mind just flashed a sentence that seemed to be very philosophical, but it was actually useless.

Feng Wuhen was already a dead person in Feng Qing's eyes.

If there is nothing special, Feng Qing feels that she will not have any interesting news to tell her friends, which is really a pity.

She opened her novel, and was going to take a good look at it when there were no guests today, just when she was bored.

But if you want to say that Feng Qing really has no career today, it is wrong.

She has a courier to pick up.

It was a courier sent to her by her friend.

—A few days ago, a friend Feng Qing met in the crew suddenly said that he wanted to sell some props at a low price, because he knew Feng Qing, so he could sell some to Feng Qing at an ultra-low price .

Feng Qing happened to have some spare money recently, so she could waste it on these useless things.

And she's been waiting for this thing to come today.

Li Qi is receiving guests below.

Just as he had just finished talking about a table of money, he suddenly saw a man in yellow clothes walking outside, riding a tricycle with a huge box on it, and then He laboriously took the box off the tricycle.

"Is this our shopkeeper?" Li Qi asked in surprise.

"Yes, please sign for it."

After so long, Li Qi already understood what it means to sign for receipt, he signed his name skillfully, and then carried the big scary thing up.

Although the shopkeeper often asks people in yellow clothes to help her deliver things, there are not many such big ones.

What exactly is inside?

Li Qi looked puzzled, but he didn't ask more, just calmly carried the box to the shopkeeper's room, and then locked the door.

When Wu Chuan woke up, it was almost night.

After he looked around the house, he suddenly remembered that he had arrived at the Nameless Inn.

Wu Chuan, who left the capital, was a little down.

However, he quickly picked up the spirit.

After all, Wu Chuan still has so much admiration for the shopkeeper here.

In his opinion, this shopkeeper can take such a big risk and fight against him in an instant. This is simply the style of a hero.

This shopkeeper must be the kind of hero, right? Wu Chuan thought expectantly.

No one is there now, he was a little hungry and wanted to go out to find something to eat, so he walked out of the room and wanted to take a stroll outside the lobby.

When passing a corner outside the kitchen, he suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears.

"It's mine, it's mine, no one robs me, it's finally mine..."

What sound? Wu Chuan shuddered suddenly.

Isn't that the voice he heard in the dream just now?

It wasn't a dream, it was real?

Wu Chuan looked in the direction of the voice in horror. Just as he was looking over there, he happened to meet someone from the kitchen.

A woman with long bangs pushed the door and walked out.

She turned her head and looked at Wu Chuan slowly, without any expression, just holding a strange square box in her hand.

Wu Chuan didn't know what was in the box, but at that moment he suddenly felt that there might be something terrible in it.

Because the man was holding the box tightly, as if he was afraid of being seen by him.

"I, I'm a guest here." Just staring at him for a second, Wu Chuan's mind was instantly confused, and he subconsciously explained his identity to the woman.

It seemed to confirm that Wu Chuan was no threat to her, the woman paused for a while, then continued to hold the box and walked forward, looking at Wu Chuan like air.

After the woman left, Wu Chuan sat down.

What a terrible pressure.

He finally met the shopkeeper of the nameless inn.

As expected, she has thick bangs and exudes a terrible feeling.

Wu Chuan passed by her, and he felt like he had saved his life. He patted his chest and quickly slipped away from here, not wanting to stay here for a second. delay.

And the shopkeeper who just passed him by... In fact, I was a little flustered.

The person in the back didn't see the food in her hand? Feng Qing thought secretly.

The box of ice cream she turned over was not finished for so long.

Feng Qing is not so poor that she is so careful about eating ice cream, but she told Li Qi at noon that she should pay more attention to her diet and help her lose weight.

It would be really funny if he was found to have relapsed at night after he finished speaking at noon.

Feng Qing sneaked back upstairs, then opened the huge courier box, while eating ice cream, he pulled out a strange and huge creature from it...

To be honest, when Feng Qing saw this thing for the first time, she trembled in her heart.

—A very restored mannequin.

…

This thing is the kind of thing that is often placed on the corpse bed to enhance the atmosphere in horror movies.

Although this thing looks rough, if the light is a little darker, it looks like the same thing.

And since the mannequin is modeled after a starlet, it looks pretty good.

Feng Qing recently wanted to pick up her hobby in college and paint when she has nothing to do.

Drawing naturally requires a model. Instead of spending money on that kind of little wooden man, Feng Qing might as well spend more money to buy a very realistic dummy.

Really speaking, this is also a network of Hengdian employees. If you don't use this thing, it will be a waste.

Just a little.

Even Feng Qing never thought that this thing was so realistic, it seemed that she didn't dare to go to the toilet tonight.

"Hey, it's broken." Feng Qing looked at the mannequin and pondered for a while, "I have to make it a little more cute, otherwise such a thing will be panicked in the house. what."

So, how do you make a mannequin cute?

Feng Qing looked at the "bloodstains" on the model that had not been wiped off after filming, and the empty eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Then, after thinking about it, she turned around and went to her closet to get two clothes.

—a small dress with various lace trims.

And a very clean pair of Mary Janes.

A pair of snow-white stockings and a small puff-sleeved shirt.

"It's so much cuter!"

Feng Qing looked at the mannequin she had dressed up and said happily.

This little lace skirt, this little white shirt.

It's just that this look is still too empty, and it's always a bit of a horror valley.

Feng Qing thought for a while, then took out a box of foundation from the drawer, along with eyeliner, blush and other things, sitting on the ground with the mannequin, and began to apply .

"The shopkeeper..." Chu Changzui came to Feng Qing with the homework he had just finished.

He has recently been exposed to some areas that ordinary people can't reach - calculus.

Because of spying on the things of the gods, Chu Changzui has often lost his hair recently. He often sighs that he is powerless, so he often comes to the shopkeeper to ask for off-site assistance.

The shopkeeper just stares at the black sign for a while, then turns his head and tells him the answer lightly.

It's a terrible treasurer.

However, Chu Changzui shouted several times today, but no one answered. He was curious to push the door in, but suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the door.

Chu Changzui secretly looked in through the crack of the door.

The shopkeeper is holding a person in his arms.

Her hand was a bright red powder, which she was smearing on the man's face.

But why is that person still?

Why did the shopkeeper mutter to himself, "Don't be afraid, so you don't have to be afraid?"