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Five people died in Room 202 of the Ivy Hotel half a year ago.

The first deceased was a tourist photojournalist who had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and his body was hard when he was found the next day.

At first I thought it was just an accident, but within a few days, another guest who also lived in Room 202 suddenly opened the window in the middle of the night, shouted loudly and jumped from the upstairs, and fell on the back of his head when he landed. On a stone, brains were splashed everywhere, and the death was horrible.

A couple lived in 202 afterwards.

They booked a total of three nights, and the first two nights were uneventful until the last night when the wife drowned in the bathtub of the bathroom while taking a shower, while the husband who was watching TV outside heard nothing.

For a while, people were panicked, and the Ivy Hotel closed down because of this.

But people always have to live. The owner and his wife have been running the hotel for many years, and they have no other means of making a living. In addition, after a month passed, the weather was calm, and the boss even gritted his teeth and went to stay in 202 for a few nights. It's just a coincidence that the store reopened.

Just leave room 202 vacant and no longer arrange guests to live in it.

But some people do not believe in evil.

The fourth deceased was a well-known supernatural writer. After learning about what happened in the hotel by chance, he insisted on staying in Room 202 to "experience" it. As a result, he was found dead on the sofa the next day.

The supernatural movie adapted from his novel was also played on the opposite TV in a loop. It seemed that he was actually scared to death by his own movie.

A few days later, the husband who had lost his wife came back and invited a Feng Shui master, saying that he wanted to catch the evil spirit entrenched in Room 202 to avenge his wife.

That night, the mage took a bunch of magic tools and closed the door confidently, but he never came out again.

He also died, and it was even weirder than before—he was killed by a collision, hitting the wall with his head, the skull was shattered, dark red blood clots and light cream-colored brains splashed on the wall, but The guest who lived next to him had no idea.

"Scary?" The young girl in a red tight top said while licking the ice cream in the spoon, her eyes turned around Gong Zijun's face, as if she couldn't stand his cold face, she turned to look at Fu Qi Tang, "The news has spread. The locals avoid the Ivy Hotel for safety. Only foreign tourists don't know the situation and live there because they want the house price to be cheap."

It was three o'clock in the afternoon. After checking the single-family apartment, Gong Zijun and Fu Qitang came to the restaurant in the town for dinner.

This restaurant is well-known, even if it is not for meals, there are no empty seats, and the young girls come to share the table with them.

Hearing that she used the local dialect when talking to the waiter, Fu Qitang guessed that she should know about the situation of the Ivy Hotel.

"Oh, besides the tourists, there are also those 'spiritual lovers' with bad brains. They know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountain, tsk tsk. What do you think they think, do they all have nine lives?" The girl sighed.

As one of the supernatural lovers of the train arrangement, Fu Qitang felt a little shot.

He touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and changed the subject, "Did nothing happen after that?"

"Yeah, it's been more than half a year now, and nothing happened," the girl was obviously puzzled, "I said before that those people were killed by ghosts, but I haven't heard that ghosts can also change their ways or wash their hands in a golden basin. Why? There was no movement after that? But there is another theory that those people were actually killed by the hotel owner."

"How to say?" Fu Qitang pretended to be surprised.

"Of course I didn't do it myself, but raised little ghosts and offered sacrifices to little ghosts. Otherwise, wouldn't it be strange that their house is full of guests after such a horrible thing happened?" the girl said in a low voice.

Gong Zijun put down the scissors, put a whole piece of crab meat into Fu Qitang's plate, then picked up another crab and continued to peel it, and said with a soft smile, "What kind of brat wants to kill five people at a time, and kill once for half a year?" ?”

The girl stared at the yellowish piece of crab meat, and then at Gong Zijun's skillful crab peeling, with an expression of envy.

"It's just a rumor, and no one knows the truth anyway."

"Then do you know the situation of the boss and his wife?" Fu Qitang continued to ask.

He had discovered just now that Gong Zijun was more interested in peeling crabs than talking to people to get information.

"I'm not sure. I'm not familiar with them, let alone after the accident. By the way, I haven't asked you yet. Are you foreigners? Are you here to travel?"

"That's it."

"Did you go to the hot spring? Did you go to the most famous Laojun hot spring?"

Normally, Fu Qitang would be willing to take a dip, but thinking that he came here to risk his life, he could only shake his head regretfully.

Gong Zijun on the side is simply a young crab peeling genius. With just a few words, he peeled another crab and continued to put it on Fu Qitang's plate as if nothing had happened.

"Eat it, don't worry about me." Fu Qitang said quickly, "I peel it myself."

"You don't know how to peel, let me do it." Gong Zijun didn't care.

The girl's expression became strange, and her eyes turned around the two of them. She hesitated for a while and asked tentatively, "Then do you want to go to the hot spring together? It just so happens that there are activities in the scenic spot tonight."

Fu Qitang blinked his eyes.

Gong Zijun glanced at her, "Do you want to sell package tickets?"

"what?"

"No ticket, no card, no WeChat. Are there any questions?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, her face flushed instantly, just as the guests at the next table had finished eating and were about to leave, she simply took her own plate and changed it, before she finally realized it, she glared at Gong Zijun with resentment .

"Say it earlier, it's a waste of emotion!"

Seeing the girl's angry back, Fu Qitang felt a little guilty, he touched the back of Gong Zijun's hand: "Throw it away after use, isn't it good?"

"Otherwise? Do you want to soak in a hot spring?" Gong Zijun thought for a while, then lowered his head and licked off a little crab roe on his fingers.

"I'd like to help her achieve success, but unfortunately I don't have any money." Fu Qitang told the truth that the role assigned to him by the train was penniless.

I really thought they were here to apply for cards and sell tickets, you little fool.

"By the way, this is for you." Gong Zijun took out something and handed it to him.

Fu Qitang took it and found that it was a small round cosmetic mirror.

"...Let me look in the mirror and see if I am worthy of a hot spring?"

"What are you thinking about?" Gong Zijun smiled and rubbed his head, "A defensive prop, lest you become someone else's scapegoat for no reason."

The four players who stayed in the hotel were divided into two groups. Ji Tao and Yuan Fei went to the tour group to inquire about the situation, while Zhang Yuanxi and Nie Xiaolan's goal was the hotel owner.

"Let's part ways. You stay here and ask the proprietress. I'll go find the boss. He seems to be still in the restaurant." Zhang Yuanxi walked out as he spoke.

Nie Xiaolan looked at him in surprise, frowned and said, "Are you sure you want to act alone?"

Being alone in a dungeon world where you know there are ghosts, no matter how you listen, it is not a good thing.

"It's okay, it's not yet five o'clock, so it should be okay." Zhang Yuanxi coughed, turned and left before Nie Xiaolan could speak again.

Was Jang Won Seok such a positive person?

Nie Xiaolan's eyes flickered for a moment, she didn't know Zhang Yuanxi well, so she couldn't tell what was wrong, so she had to stop worrying about it for the time being and went to find the proprietress herself.

Walking out of the hall, Zhang Yuanxi did not go straight to the restaurant, but stopped in a gazebo at the corner of the courtyard.

He looked around cautiously, and after making sure there was no one there, he took out a palm-sized tin box from his arms.

The box is boxy and square. At first glance, it looks like it is used to hold candy, but it is actually a rare prop.

——An unremarkable copycat box.

It was hard to imagine that an item that sold for as much as 500 points could be called such a name.

But what Zhang Yuanxi valued was its function.

As long as there are fragments, it can copy any item, but because it is a copycat, the effect will be discounted.

Opening the box, Zhang Yuanxi put the fragments of the camera that had been secretly hidden just now, and then closed the lid, spending 5 minutes in anxiety and anxiety.

Until the box suddenly shook in his hand, followed by a tooth-piercing "click", Zhang Yuanxi was startled, and quickly put the box on the stone table.

A few seconds later, under his gaze, the ordinary cottage box was cracked from the inside out, accompanied by a rather loud explosion, and after a puff of smoke, only a piece of paper was left on the stone table. Polaroid.

[Stand-in Polaroid (Stand-In Camera Cottage Version): Take this photo with you, and the person in the photo will share 60% of the damage for you when you encounter a ghost attack]

"Only 60%," Zhang Yuanxi clicked his tongue, looked at the iron box on the stone table that had turned into a pile of ashes with some regret, then flicked the figure on the Polaroid with his fingers, and sighed: "Brother Fu, can you Don't blame me, it's not that I want to cheat you, but that this box can only copy the last state of use of the props, who told Xie Yiming to have already photographed you in that moment."

After speaking, Zhang Yuanxi carefully put away the Polaroid and hurried to the restaurant.

After dinner, the 6 players got together to exchange the information they got.

"Five people died, how many ghosts do you think there will be?" Nie Xiaolan asked.

"What do you mean?" Yuan Fei's expression turned ugly.

"We came in at 10:5, but the train asked to check in to the hotel before [-]:[-] pm. The long safety inspection time in the middle, according to the virtue of the train, probably made it more difficult for us." Nie Xiaolan said.

Ji Tao nodded in agreement, and explained to Fu Qitang: "There is a common rule in all dungeon worlds, that is, the first player whose real name is Pogui can get the power to forcibly expel ghosts once, which is very useful for life-saving. Means. So under normal circumstances, after entering the dungeon, the player must find a way to find out the real identity of the ghost before death."

Fu Qitang understood it, and silently wrote it down in his heart.

"It should be the first deceased, that photographer," Zhang Yuanxi rubbed his chin, "I checked the local newspaper, and it said that the reporter's health was not serious, but the sudden death was caused by irregular work and rest and high work pressure. It seems reasonable that he turned into a ghost."

"I also think that after all, room 202 was haunted after his death." Yuan Fei echoed.

Makes sense, but seems too simple.

Fu Qitang frowned slightly, thinking back to his scene in room 202 at noon, he always felt as if he had overlooked something.

"By the way, let me tell you about the tour group." Ji Tao said, "There are 9 people in this group, and they are all old customers of a company called 'Warm Wind Travel Agency'. This time it is a thank-you event organized by the travel agency, and they are invited out for free. Play. The travel agency also informed them of the hotel situation in advance, and these people think that what happened before is a coincidence, and it doesn’t matter as long as they don’t live in 202, so they don’t care.”

"For the sake of free travel, these uncles and aunts are really not afraid of death." Zhang Yuanxi grinned, "The heart is so big."

"But it's strange for a travel agency to choose this hotel," Fu Qitang said. "If you are reluctant to spend money, you don't need to do this event. You spend so much money to thank old customers, and arrange a hotel for them to save some accommodation fees." A haunted hotel, that's a bit of a contradiction. And wouldn't it be worth the trouble if something goes wrong?"

"I think so too, but time is limited, so I can't find out more. It is necessary to dig deeper into this travel agency later." Ji Tao said.

He looked at Gong Zijun who seemed to be doing nothing at the side, "What do you think?"

"Did you ask a couple with a child?"

Ji Tao was taken aback, "Do they have a problem?"

"No, it's just that I don't think it's right," Gong Zijun narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the scene of seeing the couple at the front desk at noon, "They don't look like a family of three."

After what he said, Fu Qitang also remembered.

"It seems to be a bit unfamiliar. When the couple talked to the proprietress, the child named Duojin had been standing far away. Normally, when he is in a strange place, the child should be more clinging to his parents, right? And the proprietress said When eating cherries, I accidentally glanced at Duojin, he definitely doesn’t like cherries, the resistance is written on his face, but his mother doesn’t seem to know.”

"Could it be simply that the family relationship is tense? My mother has a strong personality, and the child dare not express herself—my mother is like this." Yuan Fei guessed, looking a little lonely, "I miss my mother, I don't know what she is doing now. how's it going."

Hearing what he said, everyone present fell silent.

Even Gong Zijun, who has always been rebellious, seemed to be depressed for a moment. He glanced at Fu Qitang next to him, and he didn't want the latter to look up at him.

Inadvertently, two pairs of confronting eyes.

"Why are you looking at me?" Fu Qitang was confused, afraid of breaking the atmosphere, he simply mouthed and asked him.

Gong Zijun had no scruples, and let out a low smile from his throat, "Of course it's because you look good."

How many others: ? ? ?

At this time, the vertical clock in the room rang nine times with a long trill.

The screen in front of the player suddenly flashed, and a new system message popped up.

……

[Starting to draw passengers who will stay in Room 202 tonight]

[Extracting... Extraction completed]

[Passenger Fu Qitang please go to Room 202 immediately and leave after 7:[-] tomorrow morning]

Fu Qitang was stunned for a moment, and realized later: "I won the lottery?"

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