Movie Emperor Transmigrated into a Grand Hotel [Interstellar]

Song Lan regained consciousness amidst an itch.

Waking up from a deep sleep, the slightest touch can trigger a great sensory response in him.

This feeling is indescribable, just like the cat he had raised before, who started to make trouble with him after getting enough sleep every day.Xiaomao's paws greeted each other indifferently, and they would leave as soon as they were touched. It was so itchy that one wanted to bow down and rub the touched place well.

Song Lan wanted to distinguish carefully, but the electronic sound suddenly rang in his mind, shattering the only remaining confusion in his mind.

[Sensing that you have come out of forced sleep, the system will conduct a comprehensive check for you. ]

Accompanied by electronic sounds, various external sounds hit like a tide.Song Lan was stunned for a second, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, accompanied by a numb itching, he remembered everything before falling asleep.

He is no longer a well-known actor in the Earth era, but a hotel in the old city of Star, a resident of the Asian ethnic group in the Interstellar era.

Yes, a building.It covers an area of ​​over a hundred square meters, with a total of more than a dozen rooms on three floors, the kind that has been abandoned for many years.

Song Lan herself has acted in time-travel dramas, and has seen various time-travel routines, but never thought that the plots that can only be seen in such TV dramas would happen to her.

The most outrageous thing is that instead of transmigrating into a human being, he turned into a house with no way to walk, and was bound to a food assistance system.

When he first arrived, he read the system manual back and forth to understand his situation.

If you don't cook food, you won't get points, and you can't use points to exchange for "humanoid duration" in the system mall.As long as it exists in the form of the house itself, he is not even counted as an individual.

Wake up, open your eyes and see the whole street.Sleeping, you can also feel all the movements inside and outside the house.At the end of the street, people passed by him, and when they saw the dilapidated houses that couldn't even close the doors, they just silently avoided.The wind and rain directly poured water all over his head and face, adding bricks and tiles to the great cause of the collapse.

At that time, he didn't know how to cook at all, so he struggled to find a way to survive.In the case of not getting points, the original points can only be consumed to maintain consciousness.

Until a child ran in in a hurry in the rainy night, smelling blood all over his body, and without looking at the road, he limped into the depths of the house.

Song Lan was sleeping, but after being teased like this, she woke up.

Then I heard a few distraught voices coming from the next alleyway.

"Where are people? Where did they go?"

"Little brat runs pretty fast!"

"Wait until I catch this guy and see how I deal with him!"

Even though the night was dark, Song Lan, who was integrated with the house, could still see in the dark.He clearly saw that several unscrupulous teenagers were looking for children.

Seeing that the child was about to be discovered by delinquent teenagers, Song Lan, whose points were not enough to exchange for a human form, overdrawn the remaining points and exchanged them for system skills to save the child from being bullied.

After confirming that the delinquent boys had left, Song Lan was forced to sleep by the system before he had time to see the children in the house.

He fell asleep for an unknown amount of time, then was woken up by someone.

There were many people standing in front of the house, everyone was well-dressed and stood upright.Under the scorching sun, they surrounded a tall man.

The man was the closest to Song Lan, his clothes didn't fit in with his surroundings, and his facial features stood out.He was dressed in dusty work clothes, and he was holding an extremely long thin pole, about to poke him.

The pole was swaying in the air in the wind, and a brush was tied to the top, and the brush was still dripping with water.

Song Lan's eyes were fixed on the brush, and he was almost sure who disturbed his sleep.

The man looked up at him and raised his arms quickly.The pole poked towards the outer wall of the building, and the brush rolled quickly, making a gurgling sound.

The feeling of the brush touching the wall is infinitely magnified, which is better than scratching the creaking nest.

Song Lan was so suppressed that he was hurting internally. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud. He wanted to scratch but couldn't scratch the outer wall.Facing countless gazes, he didn't even dare to move.

He has observed that there is no building on this street that is as conscious as he is.He just woke up, and he didn't want to reveal his secret in front of a group of strangers.

The man wiped it with a brush, stopped, and frowned tightly as he looked at the wall.He used more strength and hit it hard again.

This time, Song Lan's whole body seemed to have been electrified, and his body trembled slightly.He stared at the head of the man in front of him, wishing to use his gaze to ignite this man's short hair.

who is he?Brushing the ground, isn't this torturing him...

Song Lan's heart had already collapsed, but his body was still stable.After shaking for a while, there was no response.

A group of people standing far away focused their eyes on the young man holding the brush, and did not notice the slightest movement in the house for a moment.Only the man holding the brush stopped suddenly, his deep eyes firmly fixed on the building in front of him, his eyes were dark, revealing doubts.

He stopped and looked at the house without saying a word.

Song Lan's heart was pounding, sweat was about to drip.He was afraid of this man who was scratching his walls, so he discovered the clue.

The man withdrew his arms, supported the pole with one hand, and touched the wall with the other.

He will remember to come back once a year to maintain the house.From the inside to the outside of this building, he has touched the building countless times, cleaning and painting the walls, etc., so easily that he can do it with his eyes closed.

Why does it feel this time, there is an indescribable strangeness.

Seeing that the man had not moved, a group of people on the periphery looked at each other, and then opened their mouths with respect.

"President Zhen, what's the matter with you?"

"Mr. Zhen, the weather is hot, and the workload of painting walls by hand is exhausting enough. Why don't you leave it to us?"

"Yes, boss, you'd better put it down. We brought equipment, and it's quick and easy to set up!"

Unmoved, the man called Mr. Zhen waved his hands back.People shut their mouths again, staring at the back of the boss, hesitant to speak.

Their boss, a well-known bachelor in the whole interstellar world, has neither a partner nor a hobby. He only has one strange habit, which is to go back to the original planet every year to maintain a house by himself.

Those who can be present are all old employees. They also know that the young and promising boss has a strange habit of insisting on the boss almost stubbornly.

At first, they were still curious, wondering why this house, which should have been demolished and rebuilt long ago, was so valued by the boss.Until several years, when I saw the serious and decisive boss in the mall roll up his sleeves and do maintenance for the house, he was surprised and relieved without any impatience.

For anyone who doesn't have any special hobbies, it's not a big deal for a big boss with a top ten wealth in the whole interstellar to have a house in his heart.

Zhen Chen didn't know what his subordinates were thinking, so he focused all his attention on the house in front of him.

Song Lan was a little unaccustomed to the human body temperature coming from the contact point, and wanted to hide, but couldn't move.Being stared at by Zhen Chen, he was a little apprehensive, listening to the words of the people around him, he figured out the identity of the person in front of him.

At first glance, he felt that the man who painted the wall for him was dressed "plainly", but his temperament was not inferior to others at all.Combined with what other people called him, Song Lan probably had an idea.

With a group of subordinates and leaders, why did he come to paint the wall for him?

Zhen Chen pressed his hand against the wall, stroked it, and then slowly moved away, taking the long pole an arm's length away from the wall along the way.

Song Lan exhaled from the bottom of her heart, feeling that Zhen Chen was about to "raise his hand".Stretching his body to endure two tickles was already his limit.

Just when Song Lan was about to relax completely, Zhen Chen made a move.He raised the pole again and brushed another area of ​​the outer wall.This time he held back his strength, and his movements could be called gentle.

It's just that scratching without force is more deadly than scratching with force.Song Lan was rubbed repeatedly, mixed with light and heavy, and the suppressed itchiness not only didn't dissipate, but also came back thousands of times.

He sobbed silently, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

The house standing in front of everyone, after being wiped by Zhen Chen for the last time, made a teeth-stinging sound.

It was a sound like the parts of a house rubbing against each other in a final protest of disintegration.

The subordinates were startled, and regardless of Zhen Chen not finishing painting the wall at hand, they pulled their boss back from the front of the house and took a few steps cautiously.

In front of the three-story house, an open space was quickly cleared.

"Mr. Zhen, come back quickly! It's dangerous!"

"Boss, something is wrong with this house, it feels like it's about to collapse!"

"Did there be a disaster before that damaged the structure of the house?"

"No, we only did a comprehensive overhaul last year, and this year there are no disasters in this area!"

"But I really feel that if the boss wipes it like that, the house will collapse..."

Zhen Chen didn't panic when he saw the abnormal noise coming from the house.It's just that I feel more and more that the house that I thought was wrong before actually exists.He tightened his grip on the pole, and looked up at the house from the top down.

Song Lan, who had been watched all over her body, didn't dare to act rashly now.

He regretted that he couldn't hold back just now, and his instinct told him that the sharp-eyed man in front of him should already have doubts about him.

"Boss, why don't we go back first?"

"Boss, I'm going to call the quality inspection organization to confirm the condition of the house!"

"Mr. Zhen, the legal department has sent a message saying that the infringement case has progressed."

After hearing the last sentence, Zhen Chen turned to look at his secretary, stretched out the hand that was not holding the pole, "show me."

"The vice president is already on his way." The young secretary handed over the light screen, waiting for Zhen Chen to speak.

Zhen Chen lowered his head and quickly browsed the information on the light screen.Looking back at the house again, he hesitated, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he handed the light screen back to the secretary.The secretary took the light screen and wanted to brush the brush for the boss.Unexpectedly, Zhen Chen didn't want to let go at all, and walked away with the pole directly.

A group of people followed behind Zhen Chen and soon left.

Song Lan, who stayed in place, looked as far away as possible, and after confirming that he couldn't see these people, he finally dared to twist his body to relieve his itching.

He guessed that the big boss should have been called away by work affairs.According to those subordinates, Mr. Zhen probably won't be back for a while.

Well, he couldn't take the tickle anymore anyway.

Without outside interference, Song Lan finally had a chance to check his situation.This is unbelievable. My house, from the inside to the outside, is no longer what it used to be.

Not only the incomplete walls, but also the dilapidated objects in the house are gone, replaced by clean and bright rooms, and regular and firm outer walls.

Song Lan lost her perception of the outside world during the dormant period. This time, she was stimulated to wake up because the dormant period had expired.He didn't know why he became like this, and tried to ask the system, but the system showed that the self-test had not been completed, and it was too late to give feedback.

On the first night after waking up, Song Lan maintained the shape of the hotel body and suffered from insomnia.

In the early morning of the second day, before the sky was completely bright, Song Lan finally felt a little drowsy.As a building, he doesn't have to find a bed, he just needs to close his eyes in his mind to fall asleep.

The big hotel turned over beautifully in the bottom of its heart, planning to take advantage of the lack of people on the street to catch up on sleep.

It's just that before he fell asleep, he heard a sound from a distance.

The voice of the conversation sounded familiar. Song Lan frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a tall and handsome man, holding tools in both hands, coming from the corner of the street.

It was Zhen Chen who tickled him with a brush yesterday.