How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Who is this?

Sidelle was sure that she had never heard of this person's name, but she looked through the entire book, only to see this person's name crossed out with a red pen.

The blurred-out name... what does it mean?

--die.

The eyes of maggots that followed like a shadow came again, and Sidel even heard its voice in her heart, it said to her resentfully: "Death, death, death..."

The little girl closed the manual with a snap, opened the door with a blank expression and walked out.

Maybe Charles Granty has some secrets about him, and maybe she should look elsewhere.

It took too long to explore the back kitchen of the hotel, and when Sidelle slipped near the hall, the surroundings were completely silent, and the voices of parents arguing were no longer there.

She was about to enter the hall, but suddenly stopped.

She heard... her father Kelsen's voice was vague and unreal, but it seemed to be smiling.

If the hall is empty, who is Kelsen talking to?

Sidelle stood on the spot, subconsciously turned off the searchlight and shrank into a corner to hide.

After hiding in the corner, she hesitated for a moment, took off the searchlight above her head, put it on the ground, took off her shoes, hid the flashlight behind her, and walked lightly to the hall.

The little girl's long blond hair was coiled on top of her head with a rubber band, and her plain skin felt a bit cold in the darkness. She slowed down and stepped on the smooth floor with her bare feet, lightly and silently.

She stopped at the side door at the back of the hall and glanced cautiously out.

Sydel was stunned.

The gorgeously decorated hall is not dark and silent. It is brightly lit and resplendent.

She sharply saw her father——

Kelsen's back.

He was flirting with a man.

The man seemed to be the male waiter of the hotel. He was neatly dressed, and the work clothes were properly ironed and stuck to his body, perfectly embellishing his tall figure, and the muscles under the clothes were bulging.

Sydel remembered that her father Kelsen was already 1.8 meters tall, but he was still a head taller than Kelsen.

This is a burly waiter.

It seems that because he accidentally spilled wine on Kelsen, Sydel saw him bowing to Kelsen to apologize, and holding a handkerchief as if to help Kelsen clean up the dirt on his body.

Kelsen waved his hands, as if he was about to go to the bathroom to clean up his clothes, and the tall male waiter followed behind him.Seeing this, Sidelle ran to the men's bathroom through the back door without hesitation—she had almost figured out the structure after living in this hotel for a month.

Obviously she ran faster than Kelsen and the waiter. Kelsen and the waiter hadn't come when Sidelle entered the men's bathroom. She took a quick glance and saw an iron box under the ventilation duct in the corner to handle the wires.

It is obviously not safe to hide inside, but time has not allowed Siddell to think more.

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching, she got in without hesitation.The seven-year-old girl is petite, and it doesn't look cramped when squeezed together with these thin lines.

Through the slight gap, Sidelle can see a small amount of outside space.She covered her mouth and nose and kept as quiet as possible, not daring to relax even if she took a breath.

Two pairs of legs came in, and Sidelle recognized Kelsen's leather shoes.

After a burst of friction, Sidel heard the two start talking.

"Mr. Granty," she heard her father ask, "were you ever the gatekeeper here?"

The father, who had always been gentle and refined, now spoke in a strange tone.

The title of Granty immediately reminded Sidelle of the blurred name——

Charles?Granty.

"I'm not, sir." The man called Granty asked with a smile, "Why do you

Think so? "

Kelsen laughed dryly: "No...it's nothing. Are you married?"

"Yes," replied Granty, "I have a wife and two daughters."

He seemed to be helping Kelsen clean his clothes, his legs were very close together.

"Then where are they now?"

"I don't know, sir. But they're probably around here, and I don't think they'll be too far from me, or leave the hotel."

"Mr. Granty, you lied to me," Sidelle heard the man's slightly angry voice, but the next moment he laughed complacently again: "I've seen you before. You are the gatekeeper here—I'm here Saw you in the newspaper."

"You chopped your wife and daughter into small pieces, and then you shot yourself."

The rustling voice stopped.

The surroundings fell silent, and there was a dead silence in the bathroom.

After a long silence, the person called Mr. Granty suddenly let out a strange laugh.

"That's very strange, sir," said he. "I don't have the slightest recollection."

"Also, you said one thing wrong." He continued with a smile, "Now, I'm not the gatekeeper here."

"You are."

"You've always been the gatekeeper."

After a long time, Sydel heard Kelsen seem to let out a laugh from the trachea.

"I don't understand what you mean," he murmured.

"Your daughter—she's not very well-behaved," said Granty. "She's always sneaking out of the room late at night and trying to cause trouble for you. You should stop that, sir."

Sidelle, who was hiding in the tin box, was suddenly shocked by the roll call.

"Sydelle is a bad boy," Kelson muttered to himself, and Granty responded approvingly: "Yes, she is a bad boy. Bad boys deserve to be punished."

"Bad kids deserve to be punished," Kelsen continued, as if losing his mind, but his voice grew angrier: "She's always been willful! I think I spoiled her too much to let her Do these things!"

Sidelle in the iron box clenched her fists, her heart covered with ice-cold anger.She really wanted to go out and punch the thing that bewitched her father, but instead of going out now, she even had to keep quiet, so that she couldn't be spotted by Kelsen, who seemed to have become strange.

"I hope my words did not offend you and your family," Granty continued gently, "I think you already know what to do. By the way, please don't forget the child's mother—I want you to punish Your daughter, I'm afraid the child's mother will not agree."

"But no one will be your hindrance," Granty said with a smile: "Sir. When my wife and daughter tried to stop me, I punished them severely, and in the end they voluntarily stayed in the Yaowang Hotel. Even At first, the little girl who wanted to steal matches and burn down the hotel was willing to stay. I think—"

"It's time for you to show them your majesty."

"Yes...!" Kelsen said angrily, "I will do so, thank you very much, Mr. Granty, for reminding me."

"Then, sir."

Sidelle suddenly saw a pair of legs walking towards the corner.

"Now it's time for you to do your duty," she heard Granty say. "First, you need to punish your mischievous child."

"She's right behind you now—in that big tin box."