A Comprehensive Black Belly Movement

My name is Jon, the front desk of an old hotel, I'm at the front desk almost [-] hours a day, and my only hobby is the large number of people staying in hotels and all kinds of people on the street.

In the early morning of one day, surrounded by two men in black, a gentleman with glasses stayed at my place after going through the formalities.

Due to the low rent and the remote location, most of the people who live in the store are long-term residents. This guest who only stayed for one day, Mr. B, whose surname and first name both start with the letter B, caught my attention.

But what I didn't expect was that the next meeting was half a minute after I returned to the front desk.

He was looking at me anxiously: What time is it, what time is it?

When I looked up to see him, I was startled, but I answered truthfully: [-]:[-] on August [-]th.When did you come down?

He didn't answer me, but went back to his room with a disappointed face.

Three o'clock.

I saw Mr. B coming back from outside, but I, who had been at the bar, never saw him go out, and when I saw his back stepping into the elevator, I even had some doubts that he climbed from the window of the room on the 7th floor to look outside, But...does he need to do this?I can't figure it out!

At [-]:[-] in the morning, I saw him again. He walked out of the hotel in front of me full of energy. I was surprised that Mr. B had only slept for four hours when he saw Mr. B coming down the stairs again. , I think... I must be hallucinating from sleepiness, so I lay on the bar and tried to refresh my spirits.

I don't know how long it took me to wake up to the sound of anxious footsteps. When I looked up, I saw Mr. B again. He was pacing anxiously in the hall. When I woke up, he showed a painful expression: I lost my mind. Something you must find!

Done.

He walked towards the street.

I saw him walking out the door, and behind him came the voice of an old lady, Mr. B's neighbor: He is a monster!

Just when I felt unreasonable for her nervousness, I saw Mr. B walking downstairs again. Although I was puzzled, I still asked politely: Did you find what you lost?

what?

Mr. B gave me a hesitant look and walked towards the street. I followed behind and saw him get into a taxi with my own eyes. He turned around and sounded the words of the old woman. He glanced up inadvertently, but was shocked. In a cold sweat, I saw Mr. B again, who was standing at the window of his room looking out.

I hurried to Mr. B's room and knocked on the door hurriedly: Mr. B, are you there?

No one answered.

When I opened the door with the spare key, it turned out to be empty inside...

In this way, I saw Mr. B walk in and out more than a dozen times a day, and his appearance seemed to be old and young. Although I firmly believe that there are no ghosts in the world, I am not sure about Mr. B's situation.

At noon, Mr. B came to play cards with me. Looking at his slightly older face than usual, I did not refuse. . .

But I was quickly amazed at his amazing card skills. No matter how I shuffled the cards, he could guess the rank and suit at a glance. When I suspected that he was a wizard in a secluded city, he sent the cards to It was given to me: young man, go buy a pair of polarized glasses, many incredible things are clear after wearing glasses!Also, have you heard?Robbery?

I shook my head to make it clear.

After Mr. B left, I really went to buy one. After I put on these glasses, I understood that the back of the card was marked with special ink, which can only be seen through glasses. B who can do this kind of thing Mister is clearly not a wizard or a ghost.

At four o'clock a police car whistling hurriedly passed outside.

After that I watched Mr. B go in and out many times, but nothing happened, and at night, he died.

The men in black who brought him here were looking for something in the room. I don't know what they were looking for, but they were very sensible and didn't ask until they found nothing. The face made me feel frightened and lost, looking at the snow-white wall, as if something was attracting me, I put on those glasses, and the scene in front of me stunned me... .

The snow-white walls are densely filled with 4.4 characters. There is no doubt that this was left to me by Mr. B. However, when I read it, I felt so creepy.

Here on this day I was imprisoned for ten years!

As the message on the wall unfolds, the narrative angle changes from Jon to Mr. B.

But the text also came to an end.

"how do you feel!?"

As soon as Nishiyasu handed a box of juice, he sucked the straw himself.

"A horror novel!? Why did Mr. B die? Who are those men in black?"

The more afraid the more interested.

This is the attitude of girls towards urban legends.

Looking at Sagiri's curious little face, Nishinomiya thought for a while: "It should be considered science fiction, soft science fiction suspense!"

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Chapter 15: One Day Prisoner!

Chapter 15: One Day Prisoner!

February 9.

Sheng Wen's short story collection started as scheduled.

At the same time that more than [-] participating authors sent their novels to the relevant sections of Shengwen Club, the articles also began to be opened to readers.

The time limit for uploading novels is one day.

However, it will take two weeks for the official website of Shengwenshe to start sending the verification code for the score.

The intention is to ensure that every reader reads every author's novels as much as possible before converting them into judges, diluting the advantages of each author's popularity and fan base as much as possible.

"Grave Light".

After publishing the short story she prepared, Mei Yuanhua returned to the homepage of the section. The first "Mr. B" in the first row has been read by 2800 people, and "Sunny Day" by Yamada Goblin has also been read by 800 people.

One is the senior he admires, and the other is the opponent this time.