I, C, attend the funeral

Human society is too complicated, and Zihe suddenly misses the old Guanzhu—that old Niubi is not only flattering, but also easy to serve.

When the awkward atmosphere in the hotel lobby was about to freeze the surrounding air, Bai Lili, who finally recovered from her nerves, appeared in time and broke the deadlock.

"Thank you both...I don't know what to say...Thank you two for saving my life..." Bai Lili staggered to Zihe and Zhao Yin with the support of the old security guard in her arms Sit on another sofa.

She woke up for a while before she fell into a coma completely, so she still remembered the pain of being instantly frozen and tearing as the cold and stench poured into her nasal cavity.

It doesn't matter if the two of them escaped by themselves, they dragged her out too...

Thinking of this, Bai Lili began to cry again. Right now, these two ordinary people who looked much more handsome than others were far more worthy of admiration than Wolverine and Spiderman.

This is what she met in reality, a living superhero.

"I... I don't dare to continue here..." Bai Lili recalled what happened just now, and felt terrified.

Then thinking that I was about to take the initiative to lose my job, the tears flowed even more fiercely.

The point is, it's impossible to call the police for such a thing, and it can't be a legitimate reason to ask the boss for compensation.

My heart...it's really uncomfortable.

"It's not necessary. Please take a few days off to go home and rest. You don't have to resign. I will try to solve the problem in that room within a week." Zhao Yin said suddenly, he sat up straight, with a serious and solemn expression, which made people Don't question his resolve.

For a split second, the other three people in the lobby looked at Zhao Yin and almost forgot that he was only a young boy, instead they felt like they wanted to rely on him.

"Can you solve it?" Bai Lili raised her voice suddenly, and the gloom just now dissipated a lot.

She is actually very weak and uncomfortable now, but after listening to Zhao Yin's words, she gave birth to hope, and that uncomfortable feeling was left behind.

The old Guanzhu said that people often start to worry about their own livelihood immediately after leaving a dangerous environment, and it is true.

Zihe also set his eyes on Zhao Yin's face, staring at the serious expression on Xiao Yaoming's face, feeling many emotions that he didn't know.

His chaotic thoughts just now suddenly disappeared, and his eyes became quiet.

The kid in front of him obviously looks so unrealistic and so whimsical, but... What is amazing is what is going on with this reliable feeling.

"I will try my best." Zhao Yin nodded seriously.

Zihe pursed his lips and smiled, this kid is really cute.

After Zhao Yin said this, he ignored Bai Lili's surprise and doubtful eyes, but turned his attention to the old security guard who was sitting next to Bai Lili, who had never spoken.

The old security guard was sitting, listening, and thinking about something solemnly, but suddenly he was stared at by two men, and his heart skipped a beat.

He raised his eyebrows in doubt and worry, looked at Zihe, then at Zhao Yin.

What's going on here?

What were they both staring at him for?

Bai Lili glanced back and forth, and finally her eyes fell on the face of the old security guard who had experienced many vicissitudes.

"???" The old security guard rubbed the uniform provided by the hotel uneasily, licked his lips, and faltered extremely nervously.

"What's your name, uncle?" Zihe took the lead to break the confrontation, and still used his classic opening remarks - ask the name first and then talk.

"Ah, my surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Chao." The old security guard said honestly, including his first and last names.

Unprepared, he sacrificed his life and death in front of the evil spirit.

Zihe nodded, with the satisfaction and reservedness of a king on his face.

"Uncle Wang, how long have you been here?" Zhao Yin asked.

"It's been more than ten years..." The old security guard scratched his head a little uneasy.

"Isn't this hotel built later?" Zhao Yin's tone was very gentle, trying to maintain a homely atmosphere.

"It's been 12 years, so it's considered an old hotel." The old security guard said.

"In the past 12 years, has there been such a strange event as today?" Zhao Yin continued to ask.

He often sneaks out of the house at night to look for weird auras or events, but he has almost failed before.

It was only after going out tonight that I felt the evil aura here for the first time—a rare opportunity that must be seized.

The old security guard shook his head. This place has been a hotel for 12 years, but it is actually quite peaceful.

Just didn't expect...

It turned out that it was not completely resolved.

"Does Uncle Wang still remember what happened here 12 years ago?" Zhao Yin leaned forward slightly, staring at the old security with his eyes like lightning, waiting with bated breath.

Bai Lili, who was sitting on the side, watched Zhao Yin and Zihe earnestly waiting for the old security guard to answer their questions. Feeling the sudden solemn atmosphere, she also became nervous.

She tightened the blanket, and looked around in a circle of alert and fearful silence around the lobby, before curling up and staring at the old security guard.

What happened before this place was changed into a hotel, something terrible that she didn't know about? !

The old security guard looked up at Zhao Yin's eyes for a while, and found that he couldn't dodge at all, so he slammed his mouth.

He was a little embarrassed, but still chose to tell the truth:

"...12 years ago, when this place wasn't a hotel, I also worked here as a security guard... for less than a year."

His voice was a little difficult, as if recalling that time was a very embarrassing thing for him.

Zihe frowned, listening to their conversation, his heart was burning.

He is short-tempered.

Seeing that the old security spoke slowly, he was anxious and straight to the point:

"How did the person who died in that standard room die? What's the origin? What's the name?"

Hearing this, not only the old security guard, but also Zhao Yin and Bai Lili were taken aback.

Bai Lili trembled reflexively when she heard the word 'dead person', the back of her head was numb, and her hair exploded.

Zhao Yin frowned slightly, he was afraid that Zihe would scare the old security guard, what if he knew a lot and was too frightened to say anything.

The old security guard was trembling in the memories, for fear of being frightened by his own memories.

Suddenly hearing Zihe spit out several key words, it was indeed frightening, and the emotions were complicated and difficult to describe.

As a security guard on the night shift, when this incident happened today, he was deeply worried about his safety.

He was even more afraid of that house than Bai Lili. Facing the two men in front of him, his fear turned into a glimmer of hope.

He looked at Zhao Yin, and then turned his head to look at Zihe. These two were the only ones who could come in and out alive at night when the house was haunted.

They... maybe they can actually solve it?

Furthermore, many worries and words have been held in my heart for more than ten years, and when I get old, I can't hold them back anymore.

The desire to confide was suddenly drawn out tonight, and the old security took several deep breaths before finally deciding to speak.

He cleared his throat and looked around warily.

Seeing that although the lobby was cold and empty, there was a strange and terrifying atmosphere.

But there really wasn't any suspicious black shadows, black mist or scary things, so after taking a sip of water to suppress the shock and calm down, he said slowly:

"The people who died in that room... Which wave are you talking about?" The old security's voice was hoarse and low, echoing in the ears of several people.

"?" Zhao Yin's firm face froze, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"???" Zihe raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

What is 'Na, Yi, Bo'?

In that room... how many people died? !