Zhang Heng returned from the grocery store with a full load, and walked through the lobby of the Gilman Hotel with his backpack on his back.
The grumpy-looking male waiter didn't say a word, as if he didn't see the inexplicably extra backpack behind him, even though the end of the rifle had already protruded a long way from it.
Zhang Heng stepped on the dilapidated stairs to the guest room on the top floor, and the wooden boards creaked under his feet, as if protesting the sudden increase in weight on his body.
The electric lights in the corridor were no better than those outside. Although they were still on, the range they could illuminate was really limited, and the shadows cast on the walls looked scary.
Zhang Heng noticed that someone was walking in Fabericot's room at the opposite door. From the steps, he could hear how restless the young foreign traveler was now, but after a while, he sat down again and seemed to have taken a book from his luggage. When he came out, Zhang Heng heard the sound of the paper being flipped, Fabricott seemed to want to calm himself down in this way.
So Zhang Heng didn't continue to stand in the corridor, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of his room.
After returning to his residence, Zhang Heng did not take a rest, but started to sort out the things he brought back. He tried to make a few Molotov cocktails with the method given to him by the Finnish guerrillas during the Soviet-Finnish War. A few wine bottles, but pure whiskey is not high in alcohol content, and it is difficult to be ignited. Zhang Heng obtained some high-purity whiskey through distillation, and added tinder in the middle as a fuze.
Then he loaded all three guns with bullets, and attached hooks to the ends of the ropes so that they could be used to climb walls. And at the end Zhang Heng picked up the fishing line, and in a short while the room was full of fishing lines. Those fishing lines were so thin that they couldn’t be seen unless you looked carefully under the existing dim light, let alone shut them down. In the darkness behind the lights.
Only Zhang Heng himself knew the location of those fishing lines.
He didn't expect these fishing lines to be able to kill people. After all, their sharpness and toughness are limited, as long as they can block the uninvited guests who may appear, especially if the other party has the idea of not knowing where there is still fishing line in the house. , so that the opponent's actions will naturally be hindered.
Zhang Heng paid special attention to the positions of several doors and windows. After leaving an escape route for himself, he blocked all other places with fishing lines.
After all this he put a chair against the doorknob and lay down on the bed.
He didn't fall asleep, firstly, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or somewhere else, and secondly, he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he just lay there and checked the four shadow series props.
Zhang Heng couldn't explain why, after coming to this place, he could clearly feel that the power contained in the shadow cover had recovered to a certain extent, but it was different from the feeling when he used it before. Zhang Heng took out his favorite [Shadow moment], meditate on the crow in your mind.
However, at the next moment, he couldn't see the crow in the darkness. Zhang Heng tried to change the number of uses and the remaining [Shadow Foot], but there was no result.
Zhang Heng was about to try [Shadow Key] again, but then his ears moved.
There are creaking noises coming from the stairs and corridors, which means someone is coming up, and it's not a new lodger, nor a hostel attendant, except because the only bus that communicates with the outside world is out tonight , also because the visitor deliberately put his pace very lightly.
This means that the other party came up secretly and did not want to be known.
It took Zhang Heng a lot of time to distill whiskey and set up traps. It is already past 12 o'clock in the evening, and most people must have fallen asleep. As if to confirm his speculation, the next moment the lamp in Zhang Heng's room The old electric light also suddenly went on strike, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Not because it has finally reached the end of its useful life and reached the day of its honorable retirement, but because someone turned the switch.
Zhang Heng knew that the good show was about to begin.
The people in the town kept saying that there would be a celebration at night, but until now, there was still no one on the street outside the house. Those guys had been busy preparing for so long, and finally went home to sleep for no reason.
But Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. He lay still on the bed, wanting to see what the guy in the corridor was going to do first.
Contrary to Zhang Heng's expectation, the other party first went to Room 428 of Farbury Court opposite, and stayed in front of the door for a while, presumably to listen to the movement inside, and then there was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. .
Fabricott is obviously not defenseless. His previous anxious attitude has explained a lot of problems. Although he did not agree with Zhang Heng's plan to arm himself, he seemed to have made some preparations after he came back. The people outside the door used After trying the key for a while, he failed to open the door, so he went around to the next room.
The rooms in the Gilman Hotel are very interesting. Take the room Zhang Heng lives in as an example. Although it is only a single room, there is a front door and two side doors. The two side doors are connected to the rooms of the left and right hands respectively. Should be about the same.
The intruder obviously wanted to find another way after finding that the main entrance was blocked. However, after working hard for a long time, he tried both side doors but failed to find a way to enter Room 428.
Zhang Heng originally thought that the guy would temporarily give up 428 and sneak into his room, but to his surprise, the sound in the corridor went away, and the person seemed to have returned downstairs.
Afterwards, Zhang Heng heard footsteps in room 428. Fabricott was obviously not asleep either. The poor young man was probably frightened at this moment, but he didn't let himself be immersed in fear. Knowing that the opportunity is rare, since the other party has decided to attack him, they will definitely not give up so easily. Staying in the room is a dead end, and he must use the gap in the middle to escape.
Fabricott dared not go out and escape down the stairs. Doing so would be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap, so he first thought of windows. Unlike Zhang Heng's house, his room was directly facing a dilapidated patio, and Some low and abandoned brick and stone buildings surround the courtyard, and on the west side is a rural swamp.
The window was too high from the ground, and Fabricott wanted to jump to the roof of a masonry building, but he checked with his eyes, and at this distance, he would not be able to jump to the nearest masonry building, but after walking two One room might be enough, so he tried the side door on the south side first, and found that something was stuck behind the door, so he had to turn to the north side in view of this situation.
At this time, the creepy footsteps came from the stairs again, and the hairs all over Fabricott's body stood on end, and soon there was a violent knock on the door of his room. He has given up his pretense and decided to force him directly.
Just when Fabricott trembled involuntarily because of fear, Zhang Heng, who was at the opposite door, showed a strange look on his face.
Because no one has come to look for him until now, those guys outside seem to have forgotten him.