The door was wide open.
Wang Jian's figure appeared before his eyes.
He is not very tall, has a slightly round belly, a slightly bald head, a tired face, and a dark blue color under his eyes. At first glance, he looks like a miserable office worker who has worked overtime for three days and three nights.
Number Three thought about the excuse they had used before and was just thinking about whether to go in and pretend to check the room facilities when he heard Yuan Yuxue say "hmm" and said directly, "We came here this time to inquire about the specific reason why you entered the hotel."
Number Three: “…”
Is this something that can be said
"- To be precise, you have encountered some kind of 'disaster'. We need to know clearly what crisis you are facing so that we can better protect you." Yuan Yuxue said.
When Wang Jian was asked about the specific reason for entering the hotel, his face, which had calmed down, turned ugly again. No. 3 was still examining him, thinking calmly about how to restrain him later. When Wang Jian heard Yuan Yuxue's words, his expression became more complicated and tangled. In the end, he just said to them in a low voice: "Come in."
"We talked about it in the room."
He carefully looked around the corridor, as if some monster might pop out and strangle him at any time. Wang Jian thought that the safest place was only in the room.
Yuan Yuxue and No. 3, of course, also entered the room.
The interior of the room was very - uninhabited.
Although the corridors are narrow, the rooms at the Escape Hotel are quite large. Apart from the somewhat oppressive ceiling height, they are fully up to five-star standards.
The two suitcases Wang Jian brought were not opened, but placed in a remote corner. He had not used most of the equipment in the guest room, the only thing he had used was the big bed.
The quilt was gathered up into a ball, and the sheets were wrinkled. One could easily imagine Wang Jian lying down on the bed and rolling the quilt around himself.
Wang Jian did not look embarrassed and said to them, "Please sit wherever you like."
Yuan Yuxue and No. 3 sat on the sofa not far away.
Wang Jian sat in the **.
He was still a little reserved, so he didn't take off his shoes right away. He sorted out his words a little, looked at Yuan Yuxue and the others and said:
"I did come to the Hotel to avoid disaster because I picked up money."
"It's just that the money I picked up is... ghost money."
Last Thursday.
As usual, Wang Jian worked overtime until midnight, but usually he would work until 9pm at most. Today he was unlucky and worked until 12am.
Wang Jian got home by riding in a colleague's car. He only asked the colleague to drop him off at the intersection - it would be difficult to reverse into the alley. He thanked the colleague politely and then went home.
The middle of the night seemed especially cold, and the street lights were especially dim. The dim light attracted many small flying insects, which circled around the lights, casting shadows with tiny black spots one after another.
Wang Jian kept thinking that it would be better if he could just go home that night. At worst, he could just not work overtime, or even quit his job! But prejudice is so damned. When he walked into the alley, he glanced at the intersection and saw a dark brown briefcase dropped there.