Aoba Office

I learned about the death of Yuan Kang, and also learned that there was a big problem in the Junli Hotel. But honestly, that doesn't help the situation.

I know nothing about why the Junli Hotel has such dangerous and terrifying power, and I am powerless to stop it.

I can only tell this matter to Shouzi and the others, especially Chen Xiaoqiu, and give them some more advice.

Among us, only Chen Yihan is likely to enter Junli Hotel. Who knows what Junli Hotel will do to people who are not hotel employees?

Chen Xiaoqiu thanked him and said he would tell Chen Yihan about it.

When I stay at home on the weekend, I feel like I have lice all over my body and I feel very uncomfortable.

Things in the Junli Hotel can move and kill people, but what about the furniture and appliances in other places?

I just guess that the situation at Junli Hotel is related to the Feng Shui mentioned by Nangong Yao, and I always have a lingering feeling that any dead things around me have become weird now.

At night, I thought I would have trouble sleeping, but as soon as I touched the pillow, I fell into a dream.

My heart skipped a beat, then I started looking forward to it again.

Are you going to dream about Yuan Kang again?

Yuan Kang has worked at Junli Hotel for so many years, maybe he knows something about Feng Shui?

It would be great if we could use this to find out the truth.

"Xiao Zhong!"

The busy kitchen in front of me and the shouting in my ears made me understand the situation, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

The person I dreamed about this time was not Yuan Kang, but Wei Xiaozhong.

Wei Xiaozhong is busy in the kitchen. When the dishes are ready, Wei Xiaozhong will take them out and serve them to the guests in the restaurant.

What he does is the most unskilled job and the busiest and most trivial job. It's not even his turn to order.

I paid attention to his expression and found that he was normal, nothing strange about him.

He served the dishes like this several times, and after serving another piece of pasta to the guests, he turned around and left the restaurant.

His pace and distance did not change at all, and the expression on his face was the same gentle and polite as before.

As he left the restaurant, his uniform became noticeable. This is not a uniform that will appear in hotel lobbies, corridors and guest rooms. But people around him turned a blind eye to this, and even the hotel staff didn’t cast a suspicious look.

Wei Xiaozhong walked to the elevator, pressed the button for the top floor, and leisurely watched the elevator slowly go up. When he reached the 23rd floor, he turned into the stairwell and went up to the rooftop.

The door to the rooftop seemed unlocked, and Wei Xiaozhong opened it with a push.

The cold wind whistled on the open rooftop.

Wei Xiaozhong shivered, crossed his arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so cold..." Wei Xiaozhong muttered and walked around the rooftop. "It looks quite high, but not as good as those skyscrapers." Wei Xiaozhong said to himself again, turned his head and looked up at the tall buildings next to him, and then looked at the buildings across the Luoqu River.

He stood at the edge of the rooftop, loosened his arms, opened his arms, and closed his eyes, as if feeling the wind.

He shivered again, gritted his teeth, and sniffed, "It's too cold." He stamped his feet, looked at the outdoor unit of the central air conditioner on the rooftop, leaned over, and hid behind the unit to block the wind.

I watched his face gradually turn red, his nose also turned red from the cold, and his lips gradually turned white. He had no intention of leaving, just looking into the distance.

After about ten minutes, he sighed, stood up with a desolate expression, and walked around the rooftop again. It seemed like an unconscious move, and his expression seemed like he was struggling with something very important.

He stopped at the edge of the rooftop, looked into the distance for a moment, and lowered his head to the ground.

I was floating in the air, and all I could think about was, if I am like this, I am not within the scope of the hotel. In this place, the hotel can't do anything to me, right?

Wei Xiaozhong stretched out his arms and suddenly shouted: "Ah——"

He's venting.

The sound didn't travel very far.

The busy road with traffic is much louder than Wei Xiaozhong's voice.

Wei Xiaozhong did not put down his hand, but leaned forward and fell forward.

I didn't want to think carefully anymore and stretched out my hand to Wei Xiaozhong.

Before my hand came into contact with Wei Xiaozhong's body, that creepy feeling emerged again.

The source of sight is all directions except in front of me and above me.

Wei Xiaozhong's body had fallen straight down.

My eyes were glued to Wei Xiaozhong's body, and I kept reaching out.

Wei Xiaozhong opened his mouth and shouted again: "Ah——"

puff!

The bamboo pole of the scaffolding penetrated his body, and his screams were stopped and turned into meaningless moans of "ho ho" and vomiting blood. The workers on the scaffolding screamed in panic, and their voices were louder than Wei Xiaozhong's shouts. Downstairs, there was a cry soon, soaring into the sky.

My stiff body regained its mobility, turned around, lowered my head, and looked at the hotel.

A hotel is still a hotel, and the rooftop floor is nothing special. Those air conditioners and pipes are not ghosts, they are just dead things. I searched for a long time and didn't find anything.

The sight before seemed to be cast on me by these things.

I couldn't help but think of Chu Run.

In Chu Run's consciousness, dead objects can also talk.

Could it be that Chu Run wasn't mentally disturbed because he was frightened by ghosts? Did he really...hear the sounds made by dead things?

My scalp was numb, and a trembling feeling spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and I suddenly woke up.

During the meal, my parents noticed that I had serious dark circles under my eyes, so they both asked me about my well-being and were very concerned about me.

I had to say that I stayed up late watching movies.

Holding the bowl, I felt my hands were heavy.

The bowl I use at home is a longevity bowl given to a relative when he or she passes away. Speaking of which, this kind of longevity bowl has a fixed shape and is mostly the same, nothing special. It has never been opened, and it was not really used by a long-lived old man, but was sent by a funeral procession. The mouth of the bowl is not even.

The chopsticks I use at home are bought from the supermarket. They come in a pack of twenty wooden chopsticks. They have no pattern, are brown, square, and featureless. If there is a ghost, then either the manufacturer of the chopsticks has died, or the wood they cut has become a spirit.

Both of these are products coming off the assembly line.

The plates and tables used in the home are not antiques, and the appliances have been replaced in the past ten years.

No one has died in my house, so it is not a haunted house.

When I was buying a house and decorating it, I didn’t find anyone who had studied Feng Shui.

My parents don't believe this.

I ran through all this information in my mind and ate absentmindedly, just to convince myself that the things at home were normal and very, very safe.

If there is anything unusual in this house, it would probably be the files of Aoba and I in my room that have some supernatural properties.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a lot more relaxed.

After eating, I returned to the house. I scanned the Aoba files in the cabinet before I went to get my phone and told Shouzi and the others about my dream last night.

The thin man yelled and was very scared, even more scared than yesterday.

"The person above me believes in Buddhism! He even has a statue of Guanyin in his house!" The thin man said he was under a lot of pressure and the ceiling above his head seemed to be heavy.

Good night everyone~