Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

At eight o'clock, everyone was led to the lobby of the hotel. At this moment, the lights in the lobby were fully turned on, and it was bright. The white lights did not dispel the fear in people's hearts, but everything seemed more eerie and terrifying. The pale lights illuminated everyone. His face was as pale as putty, and his eye sockets were darkened by the shadows, like two black holes leaking on his face.

When Zhang Haifeng was illuminated by the light, his whole body trembled, as if he had been dazzled, and he almost fell down. Ding Mu was beside him and hurried up to help him.

"Zhang Gong, are you okay?" Ding Mu was a little worried. After all, he has a good relationship with him. Speaking of which, Zhang Haifeng is still half of his master. Moreover, this hotel is full of weirdness and gloomyness. I can't get out.

He felt that the tour guide's sentence "can't get out" was a bit strange. When they came in, there was nothing unusual. There was no restriction when they went out of the hotel and up the mountain, except for the death of people. Why couldn't they get out?

Will there still be monsters like today's daytime eating people?

Zhang Haifeng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "It's all right."

Ding Mu nodded, although it was strange, but he didn't ask too much, and he wasn't very acquainted.

Everyone sat down according to the seats assigned by the hotel. Ding Mu looked around and found that there was no particularly familiar person around him, they were all employees of the company, and there were a few people who were hotel staff, and some of them were empty seats.

It can be said that all the people staying in the hotel are here, but I don't know if all the hotel staff are here.

Why does a performance require all hotel guests to be in place?Anyway, it can't be that the hotel has planted a mine here, and it will be sounded as soon as all the staff are in place, right?

Just as I was thinking, I was suddenly interrupted by a voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my special show!"

Everyone looked at the stage with different expressions - a clown came out, wearing a big and long pointed hat with a big bell on the tip of the hat, wearing fat and sloppy clothes, brightly colored like a big gourd Worm, red coat and purple trousers, and a pair of green silk shoes that are twice as big as his feet. The whole outfit is funny and weird. Coupled with the gaudy and exaggerated makeup on his face, the clown is ugly.

The applause was sparse, Ding Mu glanced at it, and most of the people applauding were the hotel staff, and the people who came to travel had a sad face, as if they were going to leave before they finished watching.

The clown looked at the applauding people, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled exaggeratedly: "My friends, after the show starts, unless there is an accident, don't walk around at random, let alone leave the stage early, I will be very sad."

Ding Mu started to pay attention to him when he was talking, and found that when the clown said he was sad, he didn't have any sad expression, and his eyes were even full of malicious expectation.

Obviously, the clown wants them to break the rules.

They broke the rules and can only disrupt the rhythm of the performance. What good does it do him?Is it possible that there will be a statue of Heze like that in the daytime?This conjecture made Ding Mu vigilant.

If you break the rules, you will be punished, so what are the rules?Can the clown's words be trusted?Are the staff in the hotel trustworthy?

These things are worth exploring. Of course, the most direct way is to keep trying, but if it is a consuming attempt, the loss outweighs the gain.

The first performance was magic. He first pulled the hat off his head, and used his hands to dig around in the limp hat. As he moved, the hat gradually swelled up.

"Oh! Come out!" He screamed, the rough and piercing voice seemed to pierce one's eardrums, but the hat still only got bigger and nothing came out.

Ding Mu watched and felt a little sleepy. This kind of sleepiness came suddenly. When he realized it, he opened his eyes suddenly - he saw the clown staring at his eyes closely and seeing him With a vicious expression when he opened his eyes, even though they were so far away, he could still feel the coolness creeping up from the bones and creeping up the spine to the back of his head.

how?Steal your eggs?

"Um... this one won't work, this one? This one won't work either... Mmm! Mmmm! That's it!" It sounded like he had actually touched something, and his hat kept puffing and puffing up until it was as big as a People are so big.

"Ah!" It sounded like a woman.

The clown put the hat on the ground, opened the top of the hat, and made a "please" gesture to the inside—a person struggled to crawl out of the hat.

Ding Mu saw the man's appearance clearly, and was a little surprised: that man was Yan Mingyue.

"Ah! It's a beautiful young lady." The clown blows rainbow fart in his piercing voice, his face is not unnatural at all, the oil paint on his face has covered his face like a mask. "Hello, nice to meet you, your lipstick is so beautiful, just like the color of my clothes."

Tears welled up in Yan Mingyue's eyes, finally someone noticed her lipstick, and it was a man.

"Thank you, I'm glad to meet you too." Yan Mingyue nodded gratefully.

"Can you tell me what your name is?" The clown bowed to her, naturally and gentlemanly.

"I, my name is Yan Mingyue, the color of Yan, when is the bright moon?" Yan Mingyue replied shyly, not daring to look down.

"Okay Miss Yan, is it convenient to ask about your criteria for choosing a spouse?" The clown said with a smile, and then added: "You are so beautiful, the criteria for choosing a spouse must be very high, right?"

"It's okay." Yan Mingyue glanced in Ding Mu's direction, and the clown noticed her eyes, and immediately shouted: "It seems that this beautiful young lady already has her own spouse." Standard! Oh, how sad I am."

That exaggerated and piercing sound exploded in everyone's ears deafeningly.

"Then, in order to make up for my lack of love, can I invite you to be my acting assistant?" The clown bowed again, and handed her the megaphone in his hand.

Yan Mingyue nodded shyly, and took over the loudspeaker.

Ding Mu suddenly felt something was wrong.

"The first program, this Miss Yan Mingyue and I will bring to you——The Shadow in the Mirror."

Four mirrors rose up on the stage in a row, clearly reflecting the figures of Yan Mingyue and the clown.