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

John Rossetti will never forget that black rainy day.

But he doesn't know anything yet.

As a policeman, John Rossetti came to this remote countryside today according to a report. In an old house, he found three men who seemed to have killed each other and one half buried in the soil. An unnamed female corpse.

The identities of the three male deceased were confirmed, so they were left at the local police station and claimed by their families.

The unnamed female corpse was taken away from the town by John and others sent from the city bureau, and handed over to the city's autopsy center for autopsy and analysis to find out the cause of death.

——Speaking of which, this female corpse is rather weird.

Her DNA could not be matched in the police network.

In other words, this is a person without identity.

The murder case in the old house has not yet identified the murderer. According to the instructions of their superiors, John and others are going to hand over the female body to the autopsy center today.

See if you can infer the truth of the murder based on the way the female corpse died.

However, on the way back, the road encountered heavy rain and the road was blocked.

In desperation, John could only park the police car next to the only nearby hotel, and enter the hotel with his colleagues, waiting for news from Lu Tong.

"I guarantee that she will be sent to the autopsy room intact," the man stood in front of the window, his eyes darkened: "but the rain is too heavy now... I can't guarantee that the mountain road will not have landslides. If the road is impassable, I may have to wait go down..."

"Yes, sir, I understand that things need to be rushed, but I must insist on this—"

"If the rain doesn't stop, I'm not going to take the risk of driving, I'm responsible to the police, aren't I?"

Looking at the dark sky and pouring rain outside the window, John reluctantly hung up the call urged by his superiors.

The man who had just dealt with the angrily questioned by his superiors sighed sadly, remembering that the cover screws of the trunk of the police car were warped a few times, and he hadn't had time to fix it.

"Duke," he called a colleague, ready to open the door to carry the female corpse in the trunk of the car in, so as not to swell her inside when the water level rose.

When preparing to put the female body into the hotel, John communicated and asked politely with the hotel proprietress and the guests in the hotel.

The owner of the hotel waved his hand kindly, indicating that he didn't mind.

Malcolm Rivers, a social elite man who came to the hotel in a police car, said with a smile: "If it weren't for you, I would still be in a mess-you are just for the convenience of the office, I can understand."

While wiping the rain with the white towel handed by the proprietress of the hotel, he skillfully wrung out the water absorbed by the clothes on his body, and at the same time replied to John and the others with a friendly smile.

A new couple sat on the table beside them, and it seemed that today was their wedding day.

The man was wearing an expensive handmade suit and was handsome, while the woman was wearing a white wedding dress, but for some reason, the original trailing long skirt was cut off neatly, revealing her fair calf.

The man in the suit didn't seem to care about what John asked. He nodded casually and looked around the hotel.The woman in the wedding dress seemed very shy, she lowered her head and leaned against the man in the suit.

The last person was an ugly old man dressed in rags and smelling bad, with a bloodstained machete pinned to his waist.The ugly man sat quietly in the corner without saying a word, as if he didn't hear John's inquiry.John repeated it twice to the man, only to assume that he agreed by default.

John called Duke for an umbrella to keep the corpse from getting wet.

He put his hand on the wooden door bolt, and when he was about to pull it back, he heard a few dull knocks on the door.

John opened the door and saw the girl standing outside the door looked up in the pouring rain.

She was tall and tall, wearing a black raincoat, her dazzling blond hair wrapped in a black hood, revealing half of her snow-white face, with a calm expression: "Hello, is this hotel still open for people?"

Another one.

John was taken aback for a moment, before he wanted to say that he was not the owner of the hotel, but suddenly realized that the girl's gaze passed him and looked straight behind him.

The hostess of the hotel quietly appeared behind John. She was thin, with flat features, sunken eye sockets, but a very gentle smile.

The woman passed John, silently grabbed the arm of the blond girl in a black raincoat, and said softly, "There is still room in the hotel, come in quickly, poor children, and see what the heavy rain has done to you..."

The blond girl looked calm, she drew back her arm, seemed a little displeased, glanced at the hostess lightly, her eyes were cold, and walked over the woman to the hotel.

A boy with an umbrella, a backpack and a suitcase followed closely, and John suddenly noticed that there was another person behind the blonde girl.

But he just took a few glances, didn't pay much attention, and walked into the rainstorm with his colleague Duke.

——There is still a "woman" waiting to be dealt with in the car.

... There is still a "woman" waiting to be dealt with in the car.

John didn't know that someone in the hotel at this moment had the same thought as him.

The blonde girl walks into the hotel.

In the direction facing the wooden door of the hotel, on the wall behind the counter, there is a wall clock installed.

The hour hand above points to a number.

It's 12:00 now.

The area of ​​the hotel is small, there are only five or six small tables on the first floor, and the counters are filled with common daily necessities in the home. The light bulbs emit dim light in the corner of the old room, illuminating the people in this room.

... It seems that this dilapidated small hotel has not received so many guests for a long time.

The words of the hostess of the hotel seem to confirm this point.

With a gentle smile, she picked up a copper kettle from the counter, poured out two cups of tea, and served it to the new guests who had already found a seat: "Hurry up and relax."

"Drink," seeing that the blonde girl didn't move, the hostess of the hotel seemed to be in a hurry, she pushed the tea towards Sidelle and Belch.

Sidelle glanced at the clear yellow tea, but didn't have the desire to drink it.She looked around calmly and found that...

The strong and elite man, the ugly man, and the extremely handsome couple had tea placed in front of them neatly, and no one went to drink it.

The only person drinking tea was a policeman sitting next to Sidelle.He seemed a little cold, and drank the hot tea in his cup in one gulp.

The hostess of the hotel seemed to realize something too.

She stood up with a short body, looked around, her voice was soft and light, but it seemed to have a bit of a blunt arc: "Everyone, drink tea, the tea in our hotel is delicious... why don't you drink it?" Woolen cloth?"

After her urgent words fell, several gazes suddenly cast in the air.

The cloudy eyeballs of the ugly man shrunk in the corner moved, and his gloomy gaze shifted from the teacup in front of him to the hostess standing in the middle of the hotel.

The big man who was wiping the rain on his body seemed to have stopped. He smiled kindly, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and he looked at the woman with a smile through the slit.

The man in the suit picked up the teacup and sniffed it, but he quickly frowned and put down the teacup: "It's something made from inferior tea leaves... Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean, I can't swallow this kind of thing."

He frowned and looked at the hostess of the hotel with dissatisfaction. The bride next to him quietly raised his head, and quietly cast his gaze at the woman along with her husband.

The blond girl raised her face, revealing a pair of blue eyes covered by a raincoat, her expression was indifferent, her eyes were cold, and she stared at the woman without a trace of emotion.

Seeing that Sidelle didn't drink, Belch didn't dare to move around.Seeing that all the people in the room suddenly started staring at this woman, he twisted uneasily, and decided to follow the crowd and look at this person together.

The woman who was suddenly stared at by a roomful of people: "..."

Her back was cold, her body froze unconsciously, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of her forehead.

The policeman on the side seemed to be at a loss. He turned his head and looked, not knowing why the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

——Although the hotel itself was not lively at all.

The stalemate was broken by an old voice.

The old woman, who was paralyzed on the wheelchair like a puddle of meat, pushed the wheelchair out of the house. She helped the reading glasses on her face and said slowly: "Eva is just used to enthusiasm—"

"She has been in this sleepy town for too many years, and she rarely sees so many outsiders at once."

As the old woman spoke, a baby's cry came from inside the room.

The complexion of the thin woman named Eva changed, as if she could no longer maintain a gentle smile, she bit her lips, and suddenly said: "You can drink as you like, I hope you won't think about it later—"

She giggled softly, and while laughing, she twisted her waist and walked quickly into the house with very light steps, as if to comfort the crying child.

At the same time, the door of the hotel opened.

The wind and rain poured in, and some people shivered unconsciously.

Fortunately, the door closed again quickly, and two men ran in quickly carrying a stretcher. The stretcher was covered with a layer of white plastic film, and under the plastic film was the outline of a human body.

It was very quiet in the hotel, no one spoke.

Everyone knew it was a corpse.

...Sydelle doesn't know.

She glanced coldly sideways, remained calm, and began to be at a loss in her heart.

What is this... doing? !

Why would a dead person be carried into a hotel full of living people? !Does this mean that everyone should eat and live together? !

Belch's reaction was less composed - but he only made a fuss, and Constable John noticed it.

The man came over and explained: "I'm very sorry to let you see this scene-but our car has a glitch, and this female corpse can only be put in."

The female corpse was placed in a corner of the hotel. Through a layer of white plastic film, her perfect body, long brown hair, and hazy but still recognizable facial features could be vaguely seen.

"My God," Belch exclaimed in a very small voice: "This corpse... If it is not confirmed that she is dead, I must think she is still alive, just fell into a deep sleep."

"Haha," John heard it, he patted Belch on the shoulder jokingly, and said with deep meaning: "You must not have imagined that almost eight hours have passed since the reporting time—"

Sidelle suddenly had a bad feeling.

Like a living person.

... A corpse looks like a living person, no matter how you look at it, it is an ominous omen.

She withdrew her gaze from the female corpse, and cast a cold glance at Belch: "Shut up."

Belch was silent, John shrugged, and Duke walked to the colleague's table together.

"What's going on?" Ed—the only man among the three policemen who stayed in the hotel—asked.

"It's still the same—" John shook his head helplessly: "The road is impassable, we may have to plan to spend the night here."

"At least there is food and drink, isn't it?" Duke smiled, picked up the teacup and looked at it, and found that the tea had cooled down.

A few people came in before, and the tea that was poured out was not eaten in time, so it was cold.

Disappointed, he pushed the teacup aside. John glanced at the tea on the table. Thinking of his boss's troubles, he had a headache. He had no appetite for food for the time being, and he didn't touch the cup of tea.

It was pitch black outside the window, the wind was violent and the rain was blowing, and the crackling of raindrops made people panic.

There was only the sound of quiet breathing in the hotel, no one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was dull.

Until a muscular man came out pushing a cart. He was still wearing an apron and looked a little funny.

"time to eat--"

The man's rough voice sounded. He seemed to be the chef of the hotel, but his movements were not very smooth. On the cart were several white porcelain plates with a stack of fried meatloaf inside.

The meatloaf was brown in color, looked cooked, and gave off the fragrance of food, but the smell was a bit strange, not like mutton, but with a faint fishy smell.

The man started to hand out plates, as many as there were people at a table.

However, when it was sent to Sidelle's table, the girl's voice was cold and she rejected him: "We don't need it."

The man seemed a little upset, he frowned impatiently, the man who looked very strong and fierce glared at the girl.

However, Sidel had no intention of playing the game of "you stare at me, I stare at you, whoever winks wins" with him, she raised her eyes coldly: "No money."

man:"……"

With an uneasy expression on his face, he pulled the cart past Sydel's table with a dark face.

Malcolm the Fat Man didn't say no to meatloaf, and neither did the newlyweds.But the ugly man in the corner was automatically ignored by the man in the hotel to deliver the meal, as if seeing that he couldn't afford it, he automatically ignored him.

The policemen and Malcolm quickly ate the meatloaf.

The man among the newlyweds took a bite and wrinkled his face: "My God, the taste of this meat is really weird... I have eaten meat pies made of different materials for more than 20 years, and I have never tasted this kind of texture."

"Does it taste bad?" The bride picked up a piece of meat pie, "But we didn't bring any food when we came out... Now we're stuck here, we have to eat something to replenish our strength."

She smiled and said, "Darling, you've been fed so well by money... For me, it's not unpalatable food. I've had worse in the orphanage..."

People moved in twos and threes, and for a while the air was filled with the sound of chewing.

Belch swallowed hungry. There was still food in the backpack, but his sister didn't speak, and he didn't dare to take it out to eat.

He turned his head subconsciously, his eyes fell on the female corpse covered with white plastic film, and he frowned suddenly.

Strange, why do I always feel... something is wrong?

Belch continued to observe seriously, but when he looked at it, his face suddenly turned pale.

He discovered something... an extremely terrifying thing!

However, there was still a peaceful chewing sound in the hotel, and no one seemed to notice it except him.

Amid the crackling rain and chewing sounds, Sidelle suddenly noticed a very strange sound.

The sound came intermittently from behind, and it was only by increasing our concentration that we could distinguish it from the sound of rain.

Sidel closed her eyes, listened quietly for a while, then quietly stood up from the chair, took a few steps back, turned sideways and unconsciously looked out the window.

The seat she chose was right next to the door, which was next to the window.

He seemed to notice the shadow of a human figure in the window, after a slight rustling sound.

A child's face was pressed against the glass.

The face distorted by the impact of the rain was firmly stuck to the glass, staring at the blond girl inside the window across the first floor of the window.

Mouth silently.

"Quick - escape -"