Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu looked at the toilet scene in Yan Mingyue's room, and felt that his breathing was a little cold.

What's the situation? !

I saw that the toilet centered on the mirror, sprinkling minced meat, blood, and fragments of the mirror in a spray pattern. There was a violent fight.Yan Mingyue was on the mirror, or in other words, she was embedded in the mirror, and her body was already cold.

The lower half of her body was exposed, and the upper half of her body was violently stuffed into the mirror by something unknown.The force was so great that the mirror was covered with cracks.The part of the mirror she entered shattered and pierced her body, tearing her skin and sending a pool of blood.

There seemed to be something in the pool that blocked the drain, so the blood did not enter the sewer through the drain, but gathered into a pool of blood.The pool on the sink was very shallow, and the pooled blood was flowing down Yan Mingyue's legs leaning on the table in streams, to the tips of her shoes, and then dropped to the ground drop by drop, hitting everyone's hearts.

The half of her body embedded in the mirror, with half of her body twisted and exposed outside, made everyone who saw this scene feel chills in their hearts.

Ding Mu opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to straighten his tongue. He asked, "Did you find the person in charge of the hotel?"

A girl, isn't it a little disrespectful to leave her like this?

He found a bath towel and put it lightly on Yan Mingyue's exposed lower body. Although she was wearing pants, it would be uncomfortable for a girl like this to be stared at like this, even if she died. .

With such a block, the frozen chill in the air just now seems to have eased a lot.

The people around were a little stunned seeing him doing this, but the woman next to him was the first to react: "Let me just say that Xiao Ding is careful! It seems true!"

She patted Ding Mu on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Ding, don't be too sad, I just found someone from the hotel, and they said we'll deal with it later, let's wait, ah, why don't we have a meal first go?"

Ding Mu smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Zhou, can I still be hungry now? Well, you can wait here until I go back and wash my face and brush my toothbrush, and then we can talk to the person in charge of the hotel decently. "

He suddenly had an inappropriate thought: If it wasn't for the blind date with him, Yan Mingyue might not have come to join this tour group.

This woman is the matchmaker for Ding Mu, named Zhou Li, who manages the logistics of the company.

"Sure, take your time first. Hey, you said that I am also wrong. Letting you see it can't solve anything, but it will surprise you." Zhou Li patted Ding Mu on the back and said, "It's okay, little one." Ding, don't be sad, none of us should be responsible for what happened, listen to my sister, there are many good girls, don't keep suppressing it in your heart."

Ding Mu nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

In the process of washing his face and brushing his teeth, he suddenly felt that the threatening sense of peeping had disappeared, which made him relaxed and a little irritable. Now it seems that if he stays here, things will only get worse.

All he could think about was Yan Mingyue's death state, that distorted way of death.

From this point of view, the scream last night was made by Yan Mingyue, that miserable sound, that desperate feeling, that painful scream, maybe everything happened at that time.

So, whose footsteps were at the same time as that?Did he witness the whole thing?what did he see

Also, Yan Mingyue and He Chengming died, and their death status was extremely similar to the program they performed. Does this mean that being called to perform a program is actually a slow death?He remembered the vibrating sound of the mobile phone, and the mobile phone reminded at that time, maybe the two of them were not killed last night, but when they performed the show, they were already on the death list.

The activity of those last hours may have been a cruel kindness.

He remembered the clown's expression when he watched Yan Mingyue and He Chengming step off the stage, that slightly mocking expression, as if saying: "Enjoy the last joy."

The clown's cruel and cold laughter echoed in his ears, chilling the air to the bone.

"We are here for tourism, not to play killing games with you!" He Chengming's wife condemned the hotel hoarsely, trying to find a chance of her husband's survival from such actions. "The situation like yours needs to be reported!"

The manager was sweating profusely, and he said incoherently: "Madam, please calm down, arguing can't solve the problem."

"My husband only stayed here for one night, and was killed the next night. He died, leaving us orphans and widows... Woo... You have to be responsible!" She began to hide her face again as she spoke. cry.

"We are consumers. If you don't want to spend here, why do you have to buy and sell by force?!" Zhou Li supported her, her voice was sharp and aggressive.

"Your husband died. This has nothing to do with our hotel. This lady, maybe your husband's enemies outside did it? You can't put all the responsibility on the hotel." The manager wiped his sweat, anxiously gas.

"You can go now, but you have to think about it." The smile on the tour guide's face was gone, and she opened her mouth with a feeling of superiority.

"Go! You must go! I will sue you as soon as I get out! None of you can escape!" He Chengming's wife shouted loudly.

The tour guide bowed and said: "Anyone who wants to leave now can come to me to sign, and we can leave by bus after eating."

No one wants to leave, although leaving here is equivalent to escaping, but not leaving is terrible!

When Ding Mu wanted to go up to sign, he was suddenly pulled away by the person next to him. It was Qin Ying.

"You'd better not go over there to sign, they will come back." Qin Ying said without thinking.

What do you mean?