I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

People from all over the world tell stories from all directions.

time flies.

"I'm No. 60 Seven——Isn't it?"

It's been too long and someone has messed up the order.

The man's next family replied: "It doesn't matter, anyway, your next one is me."

"That's right." Izumi said the same thing: "Anyway, I'm the last one."

Some people go out, some people come in.

"The candles are almost blown out."

"Yeah, I don't know if there will be a green lantern."

"What if it shows up?"

At this time, another person came in and sat down next to the two people who were talking, "Move to the side, I just went out to blow out a candle, why did you even take my place."

There was still lightning and thunder outside the hotel, and the white light that exploded passed through the heavy curtains.

Izumi's last person finished telling the story, got up and went out to blow out the candles.

Quan Ye patted his knees and straightened his waist, "Then, I will be the last one."

"Let me think about what story to tell."

But not long after, the last person who went out hurried back, his face full of panic.

"Which of you blows out an extra candle."

"Why are there only two left?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't two just right?"

"You and Izumi each have one root."

"Are you kidding me? Hundred Monogatari needs to light a hundred candles, blow out 99, and leave only the hundredth candle."

"Izumi and I should still have three candles."

"It must be someone who blows more."

"Yeah, a candle is so fragile that it can easily go out if you blow it on casually."

"...So, is the story still to be told?"

After these words were spoken, the room was silent.

"If you want to play Hundred Stories, 99 stories should be the norm."

"Is it okay to only talk about 98?"

"What if... I mean, what if someone told an extra story and then blew out two candles at the same time."

"If Izumi goes on like this, will there be a hundred stories soon?"

"Not so good."

A man in a floral shirt stood up, "Didn't I say, do you really believe in ghosts?"

He took out his mobile phone, "If you have any, put them on the Internet for everyone to see."

He is an Instagram celebrity, handsome, and good at taking pictures. He originally wanted to go to the Sky Realm in Kagawa County, but was trapped in the hotel due to heavy rain.

"After so many years, has anyone really met a ghost?"

"Hey, who has a lighter?"

"I'm going to light the last candle."

After saying that, the floral shirt went out.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay: "Since it's ordered...so be it."

The penultimate person went back to blow out the candles, heaved a sigh of relief, and looked expectantly at Izumi, "It's your turn."

Izumi rubbed his hands, "Then, let me tell the nine stories of No.90."

Izumi finished the last story.

He got up and walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor under the eyes of everyone. Many people poked their heads out behind them, carefully watching Izumi's actions.

"You really only blew out one candle."

"Who will blow more."

"I lost one candle when I lit it. After all, there are a hundred of them, so it's easy to count them wrong."

No one knew why one candle was missing.

As for Izumi, the last candle he blows may be a safe 99, or a bad one hundred.

This unpredictable fate makes the adrenaline rush.

The Internet celebrity's name is Bannei, and he sneered, "What are you afraid of?"

"Which ghost story have you ever seen that has the internet in it?"

He refers to the fact that after many protagonists encounter ghosts, their mobile phones have no signal, the phone cannot be connected, the wires are cut, and so on.

He took out his mobile phone, pointed to the signal on it and said, "Look, the signal is full, it doesn't matter even if it's a live broadcast."

Just as he was talking, there was a swearing sound from the end of the corridor, followed by a banging sound, like the sound of a mirror being broken.

Everyone was startled, and they all rushed over, "Quanyo, are you okay, Quanye—"

"I am fine."

Quan Ye yelled, stared at the lounge nervously, and slowly backed away, "I saw a black shadow just now."

"What dark shadow?"

Izumi said slowly, "I blew out the second-to-last candle, and then I went to look in the mirror, and there was a black shadow running behind me in the mirror."

"what!"

You must know that the lounge is clean, and there are no moving shadows.

"You read it wrong."

Someone forced a smile, "How could there be a dark shadow?"

"Forget it, I'm going back to the house."

"I'm going to the hall."

They walked to the door of the first lounge, and someone said, "Did you smell anything?"

"It's kind of sticky, like..."

It smells like blood.

Everyone looked at the source of the smell.

A man was lying in the center of the first lounge, the blue light was on, and red blood flowed from his body.

"what----"

The scream pierced everyone's eardrums and resounded throughout the hotel.

dead.

No one knew how he died or who killed him.

It seemed that when everyone went to see Quan Ye, the murder happened so silently.

The deceased was a man weighing two hundred kilograms, with a protruding belly, a white sweat towel tied on his head, and thin stubble on his jaw.I don't know where the fatal injury is, and my whole body is blood red.Qing Xingdeng was drowned in blood, if it wasn't for the scene of the murder, maybe someone could see a bit of beauty in the composition.

Someone called the police immediately, and someone called the hotel staff.

"Who is he?"

"Anyone know him?"

This is a scenic spot hotel, there are countless people coming and going, and there are many single men like this.

In order to ensure the scene, the lobby manager did not step forward, but stood on the side to check the photos one by one, and then told the others, "I'm really sorry that this happened."

"but……"

"I don't know if I can trouble you to wait here for a while."

"In this way, when the police come, I will inform you of the matter as soon as possible."

"Sounds so nice."

"Actually, they want to lock us up here."

A woman who seemed quite strong came out to question.

In any case, they were left in this corridor, and though the doors of the other rooms had been opened to allow the guests to rest, they were still frightened at the thought of a murderer among them.

"I say……"

"Could it be that the murderer is not human?"

"It's... a ghost summoned by Hundred Monographs?"

None of them noticed that in the lounge at the end of the corridor, a pale and puffy woman's face appeared on the shattered mirror.

There were screams one after another upstairs.

Even if the people in the hall ignored it, they were still disturbed, "I know they are playing Hundred Story, but I didn't expect it to be so intense."

Many people got up and wanted to go upstairs to see what happened.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I was stopped by the hotel staff, bowed very apologetically, and just said "a little thing happened up there".

But the truth has been circulated among the tourists, and everyone probably knows that "a murder happened above".

"If it wasn't for the troublesome weather."

"I left long ago."

Many people who stayed in the hall said so.

This is true.

If it wasn't for the weather, the investigators from the police department would have arrived long ago.

The body has been lying there, which is really frightening.

Playing Hundred Stories, the people trapped in the floor think the same way. They are on the same floor as the corpse, let alone just finished the game of summoning ghosts.

"Who is the most likely among us?"

"That Internet celebrity bar was about to end, but he just wanted to relight the candles."

"It's the same with Izumi. He made a sound to attract everyone, and then the accomplices took the opportunity to kill."

"It's so unreasonable to say that."

The internet celebrity stood up and looked around with dissatisfaction, "It's clearly a murder case, why did it involve us."

"I have to say that those who blame ghosts and gods are the most suspicious."

"I didn't even see a ghost's hair, but someone kept yelling that it was a ghost who killed people. Are you trying to fish in troubled waters?"

Under the threatening gaze of the board, the voices of ghosts killing people were much quieter.

"correct."

someone asked suddenly.

"Who was the dead man sitting next to? Does anyone remember what ghost story he told? There may be some clues."

"It's not my side" "It's not my side" "I don't remember, everyone said this one after another."

Quan Ye stood up, walked to the center and clapped his hands, "Re-form, re-form."

"I'm the first."

"The second storyteller gets behind me."

Everyone stood up and formed a circle again.

"One, two, three..."

Quan Ye counted and rubbed his eyes again, "One, two, three..."

"Sorry, I seem to be dazzled."

"How do I count 49 people?"

Not one of them is missing.

So... who is the deceased?

All of you who are doing this are people who have watched the national treasure cartoon Conan.

Once they talked about the murder method, their brains were wide open.

The first person said: "Maybe they moved the dead body after death, and when we went to see Quan Ye, moved the dead body to the center, pretending to be a ghost and killing people."

"It may also be that the body was strapped under the floor, which is a mobile device that can be turned over."

"So that body was down there all the time we were telling the story."

"Don't say it so scary!"

Everyone also talked about murders in secret rooms, not the first death scene, or acquaintances committing crimes and other methods.

In the end, it was discussed that the murderer may be a staff member who is familiar with the hotel scene.

Everyone stood up and decided to tell the lobby manager about it.

"I'm going to the toilet."

A man stood up, he was wearing glasses, he was the most standard migrant worker's attire: "I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

He repeatedly apologized to everyone, and then left the lounge.

Everyone decided to wait and go together after the man came back, but after waiting for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, the migrant workers still did not come back.

"Hey, one of you go and call him."

"I said, it's been such a long time."

"There will be no accidents."

Several men got up and walked together to the toilet where the migrant workers were.

They pushed open the toilet door and yelled, "Hey, are you there—"

"Hey--!"

Halfway through the speech, the remaining half of the voice was stuck in his throat.

A second body appeared on the ground of the toilet shop.

It was the migrant worker who came to use the toilet. He was lying on his back on the ground with his glasses half hanging on his face, as if he had encountered something frightening suddenly, and his eyes were wide open.

A man was about to look forward tentatively, but found a black shadow flashing across the glass mirror on the sink.

"There is a ghost ah ah ah."

There are ghosts.

It's really ghostly.

The shadow that made Quan Ye panic was seen by many people again.

The men ran back, yelling that they must leave the hotel.No matter how the lobby manager blocks it, it is not allowed.

"I don't want to be the third dead!"

"let me go!"

"If the police want to arrest someone, let him catch it! I don't want to stay here."

Conflicts arose between staying guests and hotel personnel.

Seeing that the conflict was about to intensify, several police cars stopped at the door, and a policeman in a raincoat hurried in and asked, "Where is the body?"

The lobby manager almost wept with joy, and hurriedly led the people upstairs.

The lobby manager is a 40-year-old middle-aged man. People of his age are in a middle-aged crisis. They have parents to support and children to take care of.

If something happened to affect the image of the hotel, it would be a visible dismissal situation.

It's just that two pieces of news come from time to time, one good and the other bad.

The good news is that the police are here, and the body will be handed over soon, along with the suspect.

The bad news is, the body is gone.The corpse that was originally in the first lounge disappeared.

God opened a window for you, so it must close a door for you.

This sentence is really reasonable.

The police rushed upstairs and went to the first crime scene to check the traces. There were no other traces on the ground except for the dried blood and the Qingxing Lantern lying in a pool of blood.

Some terrified tourists around shouted, "The corpse must have been eaten by a ghost."

"nonsense."

The policeman said, and then said to his colleagues: "Maybe this is a cover-up by someone in the name of ghosts and gods."

So, where did the body go?

"If there are ghosts."

"Maybe I can help."

A girl stood in front of the cordon, looking like a high school student in her clothes.

"I once practiced in Yushima Tenmangu for a while."

The police originally wanted to let the girl leave, but a colleague whispered beside him, the police nodded in agreement, and let Xiaochi in.

The colleague said to him: "Let that girl come in and say a few words, so as to calm the tourists' worries."

Xiaochi got through the yellow warning line and pulled Heichuan in by the way.

"Hey?"

Kurokawa looked left and right, only to see Shirota's weak expression of "No, men can't cry".

Xiaochi encouraged himself: "Okay, I'm going to start."

She said to Kurokawa: "Actually, I only know a little bit, a very small bit."

Saying that, the two walked to the second scene under the instructions, which was the toilet where the migrant workers died.

Heichuan took two steps, stopped, and stood at the toilet door.

He had been drinking juice downstairs, vaguely aware that someone had died above, and under the blessing of Baimonu's panic, the movement was very loud.

Just didn't expect...

Everyone is so kind.

A white-skinned and yellow-spotted cat was lying on the ground, trembling with fear.

Even the cat lay in a pool of blood the color of ketchup, surrounded by police.

But Kurokawa still saw its slightly undulating belly at a glance.