Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of Room 1717.
Baili Xin's hair had dried during this time, and she was lying on the bed resting in a bathrobe.
The man was standing at the door. He opened the door the second the knock came. Before the person outside could say anything, he put his index finger in front of his lips and said, "Shh."
Personal Secretary: “…”
Huh? Something is wrong. The boss must be hiding someone in the house!
The secretary nodded expressionlessly and handed over the paper box in his hand. He then glanced past Dijia's side and saw the torn white suit on the ground.
Personal Secretary: “.”
Oh, he played so wildly that his clothes were torn to pieces. No wonder he had to deliver it here overnight.
Who on earth has such great charm that he can drive the boss, such a rock, into a madman
Wait, white suit
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man?!
He's actually a man?!
There was a flash of shock in the personal secretary's eyes, and the next second he quietly withdrew his gaze and pointed to the end of the corridor, meaning that he was going to leave.
When the man heard no movement in the room, he quietly walked to the corridor, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Did you come up from the 16th floor?"
The personal secretary nodded: "Yes, boss."
Man: "Is anyone else in the banquet room downstairs?"
Private Secretary: "No, they are all gone. The service staff have already started to clean up."
Yes, the boss is here to attend a business district gathering tonight.
He asked this because the people inside were also attending the party
Dijia: "I understand, you go back first."
Even though his heart was already burning with gossip, the personal secretary still maintained his professional manners and said respectfully, "Okay, boss."
Don't say things that shouldn't be said.
Don’t ask questions that you shouldn’t ask.
Don't do unnecessary things.
I'm so curious, but I can't ask!
…
Dijia walked back to the room and found that Baili Xin had woken up. He was leaning against the bed, rubbing his eyes and looking at the clock on the wall. "It's one in the morning. Is it that late? Was it your secretary who brought you clothes just now?"
Dijia handed over the bag: "Well, here are the clothes for you, change into them."
"It's already one in the morning. You can sleep here. I'll take you back tomorrow morning."
Baili Xin took the bag and took out a white suit from it. The personal secretary was very thoughtful and even prepared a shirt for him.
He took off his bathrobe and said as he put on his clothes: "No, I have to go back to the Fei family."
Dijia: "It's already one in the morning."
Prisin: "I can't stay out all night, thank you."
Watching the young man putting on his clothes, Fei Taizong's face appeared in Dijia's mind, "Have you and Fei Taizong..."
Baili Xin: "Is there anything? Why don't you continue talking? Have you ever had sex?"
Emperor Ga: “…”
"To be honest," Prisin buttoned up, "I can't remember."
When Dijia thought about the beautiful and pure young man going back to the wolf den, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated, and blurted out some words, "If you don't want to go back, then don't go back."
Baili Xin had just buttoned up the top button. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Dijia: "If I don't go back, where can I go? To your house?"
"Let's take a step back. Even if you can take me in for a day, can you take me in for a lifetime? My name is on the Fei family's household registration book, and I will have to go back eventually. You can help me temporarily, but you can't help me forever."
"Since I have to go back sooner or later, I might as well go back from the beginning. This way, I can suffer less."
Dijia was left speechless and just watched Baili Xin put on her clothes in silence.
The young man quickly dressed himself. Although it was still a white suit, the style was a little different from what he had worn before.
Different suit styles, same clear and handsome young man.
Baili Xin walked to the entrance: "Let's go, boss."
Dijia: “.”
It was already 1:10 in the morning when Baili Xin pushed the door and left room 1717. He did not leave immediately, but walked to the next door room 1719.
Dijia followed him closely, "What are you doing here?"
Baili Xin reached out and turned the door lock: "When I was doing something tonight, I heard someone calling for help next door, and I wanted to see if there was anyone inside."
The door of Room 1719 was not locked, and Baili Xin opened it with a light turn.
He pushed the door open and walked in. The room was dark and quiet, and he could not see anything.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
Baili Xin groped in the dark to turn on the light, but when his hand touched the wall, his fingertips felt something sticky.
He paused and quickly turned on the light. Bright white and dazzling red immediately came into view.
The wall, which was supposed to be off-white, was now blood red.
Looking through the doorway, one could vaguely see a few legs and arms sticking out from the room.
Baili Xin looked at his fingertips, which were covered with blood.
is blood.
Just as he was about to go deeper inside to see what was inside, a big hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
His body was pulled backwards, and Baili Xin fell uncontrollably into a hard chest.
"Don't look." Dijia's calm voice with a hint of comfort came into his ears, "Don't be afraid."
Baili Xin held Dijia's wrist with his bloodless hand and said, "Someone is dead in this room. Call the police immediately."
Dijia then let go of Baili Xin: "No, no one died here, take another look."
The moment his vision returned, Baili Xin looked into the room again. The room that had been like hell just now was now clean and empty.
He looked at his hands in confusion, and the blood on his fingertips disappeared, as if everything he had just seen was just an illusion.
Baili Xin walked into the room without giving up. The room was clean and spotless, and there was no hand, foot or corpse.
He looked at the corner of the room: "But I clearly saw it just now."
"The seventeenth floor of the Moon Bay Hotel is not open to the public, and the button for the seventeenth floor on the elevator has also been removed. You should have noticed this, right?" Dijia looked at Baili Xin calmly.
Baili Xin: "Yes, is there any reason why the seventeenth floor is not open to the public?"
Dijia nodded: "There is a rumor."
"It is said that a horrific murder case once occurred in a room on the seventeenth floor."
"Because the case is confidential, many details are unknown to the public."
"I only knew about this from someone else."
"More than a dozen people died in that room. The victims died tragically. Some of the dead had very special identities. The reason why more than a dozen of them gathered here was not pleasant, so the case was conducted in secret."
"But the murderer has not been caught yet."
Baili Xin: "The reason is not nice?"
Dijia: "They seem to be gathering for promiscuity. Besides that, I heard that they seem to be performing some kind of evil ritual. In order to cover up their scandal, these people quietly faded out of people's sight afterwards."
"Because the case was sealed, almost no one knew that such a thing happened at 9 o'clock in Moon Bay. After the scene was cleaned up, the Moon Bay Hotel once opened the 17th floor for a period of time, but at night, rumors of haunting in that room often came out."
"Someone once stayed in that room and became crazy on the first day, shouting things like 'all blood' and 'dead people'. Later, the hotel stopped using the room, but people living next door sometimes heard noises coming from the room."
"Some people even saw ghosts with pale faces in the corridors when they went out late at night."
"As the incident became more and more serious, the Moon Bay Hotel had no choice but to completely seal off the seventeenth floor. As for the other people who discovered the haunted incident, they paid a hush money, and the matter was suppressed."
"What we just saw should be the scene that the guests who originally stayed in this room saw. No wonder those guests went crazy."
"So what we just saw was actually a reenactment of that murder?" Baili Xin asked, "When did this happen?"
Dijia stared at the wall for a long time without thinking, then shook his head, "I don't remember, I only remember this incident, but I don't know when it happened."
Baili Xin slowly scanned the room.
Although Room 1719 differs from Room 1717 by only one number, the configurations inside are completely different.
Room 1717 can only be described as a fairly good five-star room, while Room 1719 is the presidential suite.
The room is very big, with a large bedroom inside the living room, so it won’t feel crowded even if more than a dozen people are inside.
But what did Dijia say just now
Besides the gathering, what other ceremonies are being held
He seemed to hear the word "bride" through the wall. Was this also prepared for this ceremony
bride
Whose bride
A bride sacrificed to the devil
Baili Xin looked at Dijia: "What kind of ceremony is it?"
The man shook his head: "I don't know about that."
The room was clean, without any other traces or clues. Baili Xin walked around the room and then left. "Let's go, boss."
…
It was already two o'clock in the morning when Dijia drove the car to Fei's house.
The Fei family’s door was locked, but light was still coming through the windows of the villa in the distance.
Dijia parked the car under the street lamp, and the dim light shone down, casting a warm and faint yellow light on the hair on the delicate face of the young man in the passenger seat. The young man sat in silence. He did not have the excitement of other children returning home, but just looked out the window with a cold expression.
He looks only about eleven years old, but he looks like he has been through a lot.
Dijia's throat felt a little dry.
Did he really want to send the young man into the fire with his own hands
Knowing clearly what the Fei family meant to the young man and knowing clearly what Fei Taizong had done to him, he still wanted to send the young man back. Then what was the difference between him, Fei Taizong, and those violent people
At this moment, Dijia suddenly had an impulse.
He thought, why not just step on the accelerator and take the young man back to his home and let him stay with him forever.
In this way, young people will never encounter such tragic things again.
This city brought too many bad memories to the young man, so he took the young man away from the city.
Let the young man go back to school, make new friends, and live a normal life.
Dijia clenched the steering wheel in his hands, looked at the young man with a firm gaze, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Just as he was about to speak to the young man, the young man suddenly turned his head to look at him and gave him a gorgeous and gentle smile, "I'm home, thank you."