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"Ah, speaking of mummy, I asked the proprietress while you two were taking a walk, and she said that the two people in the photo were the previous owner of the hotel. The reason why they were so thin seemed to be due to some kind of disease. Later, the pair of 'mummy The couple sold the hotel to get medical treatment, and the owner and his wife bought it and continued to operate it.”

Nie Xiaolan pointed to the landline phone in the corner of the living room, indicating that she didn't run around, but just dialed an inside line to the front desk tactfully.

"In this way, Room 4 is indeed their bedroom. Although people left later, the room was kept, but it was locked to prevent others from entering." Nie Xiaolan nodded while talking, and slowly straightened out the logic. .

"There is another point that the proprietress said unintentionally, but I think it's a little strange. After Zhou Rongchang disappeared five years ago, considering the impact of this incident on the one hand and physical reasons on the other, the 'mummy couple' decided to sell the hotel , but they also renovated the hotel during the listing period, and it was not completed until a few days before handing it over to the proprietress. What is this picture?" Nie Xiaolan looked puzzled.

"So when the proprietress took over, the hotel looked like it is now?" Gong Zijun asked.

"Correct."

Gong Zijun nodded, "I see."

Although Fu Qitang half-understood what he heard, he wanted to nod along, but Gong Zijun held his neck with one hand, and suddenly felt that he was being choked by fate, but the latter even glanced at him with a smile .

It's still... pretty nice.

"..."

"I also asked about Chen Qun's abduction." Nie Xiaolan continued.

Also five years ago, the owner and wife of the Green Vine Hotel, who had not yet sold the property at that time, brought their 6-year-old son Chen Qun to the resort for the weekend.Because the boss got a lot of hot spring coupons at the company's annual meeting, the family of three often come to play, and they are familiar with the residents of the town.

It was the same day as usual.

The couple were still soaking in the hot spring, Chen Qun clamored to go back to watch TV, but was reprimanded by the proprietress, Chen Qun got angry, got up and left.The proprietress originally planned to catch up, but the boss said that the child should not be used to it. Anyway, Chen Qun knows the way, so it doesn't matter if he goes back alone.

The proprietress agreed.But she never expected that Chen Qun would disappear just like that.

He didn't go back to the hotel, nor did he go to any shops or playgrounds in the town. The couple searched every corner, but the son never came back.

After calling the police and waiting for a long time, the son's whereabouts are still unknown.

"Knowing that the Qingteng Hotel was going to change hands, the boss and the proprietress simply bought the shop and waited while operating it, hoping that one day Chen Qun would come back."

Nie Xiaolan sighed. As a woman, her empathy for this kind of thing is much stronger than the two men present, even though she knew it was just a plot of the dungeon.

After applying the ointment to Fu Qitang and wrapping it in a layer of gauze, Gong Zijun let out a chuckle while tying the knot.

"Zhou Rongchang disappeared, the hotel was listed for sale, and renovations began at the same time, Chen Qun was kidnapped, and the proprietress took over to buy the hotel. This timeline is a bit interesting."

"Ah? What's so interesting?" Nie Xiaolan was puzzled.

Gong Zijun was not interested in answering, so she had no choice but to give up.

Then the three of them tidied up a bit and rested.

Nie Xiaolan thought that she slept on the same sofa with a ghost last night, and today she would rather sit on the ground like a sculpture than get close to the sofa.

Fu Qitang didn't mind, he chose a more comfortable position at random, and took two cushions behind him to prevent stiff neck.

Gong Zijun moved a chair in front of the mural, sat with his legs crossed, resting his head with one hand and closing his eyes, and fell asleep with the aura of "Come out and cut me if you have the guts" from all over the body.

The lights were not turned on, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the living room was pitch black.

Fu Qitang turned over and pulled the wound on the side of his neck, throbbing with pain.

"Cough," he opened his mouth, and found that he didn't seem to know what to call Gong Zijun, and finally he just asked dryly, "Gong Zijun, are you awake?"

Gong Zijun opened his eyes in the dark, and looked in the direction of Fu Qitang accurately. He said "um", his voice was low, like the night.

"Is there something wrong with Room 4?"

Gong Zijun smiled, and instead of answering in a hurry, he asked instead: "What's next to Room 4?"

Fu Qitang was stunned for a moment, and instinctively replied: "Room 1."

"Not in this direction. It's next door to the west."

"That should be a certain room in the hotel?" Fu Qitang thought for a while, and restored the architectural structure of the apartment and the hotel in his mind, "The hotel and the apartment are in the same building, but they are just two different units. The rooms near the middle should be adjacent... I see, it's 202!"

"It's not stupid." Gong Zijun said gently, the unique haze and ambiguity of the darkness infinitely magnified the emotions hidden in the depths of his smile, and they turned into a veil, falling softly on Fu Qitang with his breath body.

"Then guess again, the wall with the murals extends to the second floor, which room will it be in?"

Fu Qitang was stunned for a moment, "...It is also Room 4."

Fu Qitang slept fairly well that night.

However, he always sleeps lightly, and wakes up at dawn.

Fu Qitang sat up and scratched his hair, and saw that Nie Xiaolan was resting on the armrest of the sofa on the other side, but the chair in front of the mural was empty, and Gong Zijun was gone.

What about people?

Just as Fu Qitang was thinking, footsteps came from behind him.

Gong Zijun answered the phone and came back to see that he was awake. He shook the phone in his hand and said lightly, "There are two good news from the hotel, which one should I listen to first?"

Fu Qitang paused, "Ji Tao."

Zhang Yuanxi lived in 202 last night, and Ji Tao lived in 203. Since it is good news, it should be because he is fine.

Sure enough, Gong Zijun said: "Ji Tao is still alive. And the ghost didn't even look for him last night."

"And another one?"

"Zhang Yuanxi is dead." Gong Zijun raised his lips, not concealing the joy from his heart: "And it was an ugly death."

Zhang Yuanxi's death can be called tragic.

All the bones in the body were broken, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was covered with large areas of abrasions, and the blood coagulated at the wound, turning a frightening dark red.

His shoulders were also forcibly broken, and he drooped lifelessly to the sides, as if a candle was melting, but his arms looked extraordinarily long because of this, revealing a strange sense of incongruity.

The lumbar spine also seemed to be broken, his face was clearly facing the door, but the direction of his toes was completely opposite.

Fu Qitang suppressed the depression in his heart, carefully looked at the situation in 202, and then judged that last night the ghost should be like twisting a rope, grabbed Zhang Yuanxi's head and feet, and used a huge force that he could not break free from. People twisted around.

With a dark complexion, angry eyes, and a dark purple tongue that almost reaches his throat, it has to be said that such a scene is indeed extremely shocking.

"I didn't hear anything last night. When I went out in the morning, I found the door was open. Yuan Xi was dead." Ji Tao said.

He is now very sure that 202 will become an independent space when the ghost appears, and the players in the room must save themselves, and others cannot help.

Standing condescendingly in front of the corpse, Gong Zijun was silent for two seconds, then leaned over and picked up an upside-down Polaroid from the side.

The photo is full of creases, indicating that it was once tightly held by Zhang Yuanxi as a life-saving straw.

But this requires the sacrifice of other people's lives.

"This is Qitang?" Ji Tao was stunned for a moment after seeing the person in the photo, and his tone was puzzled, "How could Yuanxi have Qitang... Wait, this background is the storage room of the apartment, this is not Yiming Did you take that picture?"

"He has something that can copy or inherit other people's props." Gong Zijun's face was gloomy, as if a storm was coming fast.

"No wonder he took the initiative to collect Xie Yiming's body that day, and then separated from me." Nie Xiaolan said.

She had some things to do just now, and she came after a while behind.At first Nie Xiaolan couldn't bear to see Zhang Yuanxi's death, but now she was speechless.

"Usually I can't see that Zhang Yuanxi is this kind of person...Fortunately, Qitang, you are fine." Nie Xiaolan said, and then asked: "But how did the ghost come in yesterday? Since Zhang Yuanxi knows the rules, he will definitely not open the door for it. ?”

"It should be the ventilation duct." Fu Qitang said.

He walked to the corner of the room, "Zhang Yuanxi hid here at first, it is the furthest away from the door, and the viewing angle is also wide, and a lot of props are arranged, obviously ready to defend, but then he left for some reason."

Then came to the middle of the room, "The bed showed signs of being moved, and the chair was brought over. It looked like it was placed on the bedside table before it fell over. Why did the chair be raised so high? It could only be that he wanted to check something high. Some places," Fu Qitang raised his chin, "the air outlet."

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Fu Qitang squatted in front of the corpse, stretched out his hands calmly and pressed the shoulders on both sides, and then said: "The ends of the shoulder blades are all broken, obviously they were forcibly dragged into a very narrow place in a very short time , resulting in an abnormal crushing sensation throughout the body. Not to mention so many abrasions on the arms and legs."

After Fu Qitang finished speaking, he looked at Gong Zijun inadvertently, and the latter nodded to him with a proud look: "It's really smart."

"It's up to you to say it." Fu Qitang was a little proud, and returned the original words.

Nie Xiaolan stared: "Are you really an actor? Not a policeman or a detective?"

"It's genuine at a fair price, and it's guaranteed to be a fake." Fu Qitang smiled, and glanced at something similar to a blueprint in her hand, "What is this?"

"The blueprint of this house was crazy yesterday... Ah no, Gong Zijun asked me to find it. I just sneaked into the proprietress' room and found it when she wasn't paying attention."

Nie Xiaolan handed the blueprint to Gong Zijun, "I looked at it and found nothing wrong. Why do you want this?"

Gong Zijun didn't answer, but took a look, the corners of his mouth raised an obvious arc, and he raised his eyes to stare at the wall directly opposite.

"What's the matter?" Fu Qitang was curious, but he didn't look outside, and went up to watch with him.

At first, Fu Qitang also didn't notice anything wrong, but when Gong Zijun's fingertips touched the floor plan of the second floor, he immediately realized the problem.

"Including the hotel and the apartment, a total of 8 rooms on the second floor are all the same size. How is this possible?"

This is absolutely impossible, is it true that his steps last night were in vain?

A flash of understanding flashed in his mind, and Fu Qitang turned his head to look at the wall.

On the opposite side of this wall is room 4 of the apartment.It is indeed the same size as 202, but it is obviously smaller than other rooms.

On the top of the wall, the black air outlet opened silently like a dry mouth.

"Unless part of it is 'hidden', there is a mezzanine." Gong Zijun said flatly.

As soon as the voice fell, the door behind him slammed shut, and at the same time, there was a loud bang above the head, and the glass lampshade exploded everywhere.

"Gudu, Gudu—"

The thick black mist was like asphalt, with a pungent sour smell gushing out from the air outlet, and surrounded the four people in the room.

There was a long scream that almost pierced the eardrum: "Give me to die—"

In an instant, it seemed that countless steel needles pierced Fu Qitang's head at the same time.

The severe headache first caused dizziness, followed by a strong stomach discomfort. He vaguely saw the black mist rushing towards him swallowing up the shadows on the ground in an instant, and a human figure exactly like himself was born on the spot in the next second. .

The figure stood in front of Fu Qitang expressionlessly, then grinned slowly, as if about to let out the same unbearable scream——

"It's noisy, shut up."

A silver light streaked across, sharply cutting and shattering all the semi-liquid air in front of it, and finally nailed it deeply into the middle of the wall with a "squeaky" sound.

The silver handle trembled slightly.

Gong Zijun narrowed his eyes, firmly locked on somewhere behind the wall, his voice was low and unhappy: "Get out yourself, and stay away from him."