Geng Qinghe almost knelt down for her.
"This, this, this, this—" He found his voice with great difficulty.
"Mopping the floor," Lin You didn't care. After saying these two words, muddy water trickled out from the crack of the door. She pushed the mop and wiped it clean again. "Is there a problem?"
As soon as she raised her hand, she pulled down the lever that squeezed the sponge, and the muddy liquid went into the drain again.
Geng Qinghe said in his heart that the problem is too big, the people outside are going to explode mentally? !
After a short period of silence, the water ghost twisted the doorknob even more frantically. Although the strength seemed a little weaker—maybe because some of the water was sucked away by the sponge—you can imagine the force that would kill people if you think about it. Son.
But she couldn't come in.
Life and death just couldn't get in, and I was sanctioned by the sponge if I tried to break through by force.
The door panel was banged louder and louder for two or three minutes. Geng Qinghe was terrified when he heard it, until the sound of slamming the door became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
this…
He waited for a while, but there was no more movement.
gone
"It's time to go," Lin You had the same thought, and she was about to lie down on the peephole of the guest room door, "I'll take a look outside."
"Hey wait, wait, let's stop."
Geng Qinghe grabbed her tightly, "Aren't you afraid that there will be an eye looking in from the outside when you get closer?"
Lin You: "I've made mental preparations."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
The boss is indeed a boss! !
"I can't even get in, there's nothing to be afraid of." She leaned against the door, listening to the movement outside, closing one eye and peeking out through the cat's eye—
There was no one outside.
The corridor is still the same as when they came, brightly lit, and the light is still slightly dim.
Seeing her holding the doorknob with one hand, Geng Qinghe asked worriedly: "Will there be a door opener when I go out now?"
With the heavy steps that seem to be dragged in the water, it is impossible to do such a thing as lying on the ceiling, but the cat's eyes can't see the situation on the left and right sides of the door, so just stay there and wait for the door to open...
Lin You glanced at him lightly, "Isn't that better?"
"..."
Miscalculated! Forget about this job!
Under Geng Qinghe's admiring eyes, Lin You turned the doorknob.
What he did before should have weakened the power of the water ghost, but just in case, Lin You still held onto the... mop in his hand, and cautiously opened the door.
—It turned out that they were all overthinking, and there was no shadow in the corridor.
Looks like he's gone.
Not to mention ghosts, Lin You squatted down to observe the carpet, and then twisted it with her fingertips. There was no water stain on the dark red fabric. If it wasn't for the doorknob on the other side of the door that was only one step away from being broken, she would almost suspect that everything that happened just now was an illusion shared by the two of them.
The copper handle has long been badly deformed, and there are still two or three fingerprints left, hanging precariously by the door.
It is estimated that after a few more times, it will completely fall.
Lin You thought that the ghost might be mad because the door lock couldn't get in even if the handle was turned off.
"Okay," she clapped her hands and stood up, "Go back and continue looking for clues. Didn't you say that there are still two cabinets left?"
The two cabinets happened to be one for each person. Lin You opened the upper and lower drawers one after another, but found nothing except a penknife for sharpening pencils.
She tried to swing it a few times, but felt that the combat power was worrying, and threw the knife back into the drawer angrily.
"Oh, I found it!" Geng Qinghe on the other end had a new discovery, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Here is a diary."
Diaries are generally important clues.
Lin You looked back with interest, "Huh? Where is it?"
"That's it." Geng Qinghe was very conscious, and directly stuffed the brown leather booklet into her hand, "It seems to be some kind of scholar's notes."
Touching the parchment-wrapped cover, Lin You saw the words "So-and-so University, Eugene Melville" written on it. From the few lines of brief notes on the first page, it can be seen that this person is a folklorist, but when he scrolled down, Lin You couldn't help frowning.
Large swaths of stains stained the pages of the book, and she flipped through it quickly, only six or seven pages could barely make out what was originally written.
[February 5th sunny
Today I arrived at the abandoned warehouse that Joe mentioned on the phone, which he said was left to him by his deceased relative. He knew the research I was doing and told me that if I was interested, I could take it with me.
Oh, God! I really found a good thing in the corner, if I guessed correctly, the book—no, it's too early to draw conclusions, take it back and have a closer look.]
Intuition told Lin You that this book would be the focus.
[Rainstorm on February 6
It was raining heavily on the road, so we had no choice but to find a place to stay temporarily.
The Langton couple who run the hotel are very kind, and it was a pleasure to chat with them. They said that I was welcome to stay here for an extra two days, and I agreed.
Mr. Langton was very interested in the book I brought, and said he wanted to borrow it, but I could only regretfully refuse him, because it is not a good thing.]
[February 8
... ... The book is gone.]
Next was a large group of stains. Lin You skipped over half of the book and found the diary that was almost half a year later.
[July 26
They sacrificed too many people for the ceremony that will be held the day after tomorrow. I must have been obsessed to agree to Langton's proposal...]
[August 2
Mrs. Langton suddenly realized what they had done, and for the first time ever had a big fight with her husband.
They killed her before she set everything on fire.]
[August 7
She has come back…
I heard voices in the corridor getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, she came back to seek revenge on us, but I]
The diary stops here.
"Langton is the last name of the hotel owner, right? They are not pure murderers," Geng Qinghe, who stayed on the last page for a long time and also read it carefully for a long time, said with a puzzled face, "The reason for killing those guests is to' Sacrifice'?"
"almost."
"This folklorist," Lin You tapped the sheepskin booklet with his knuckles, "the book that he picked up from the abandoned warehouse of a friend's house may be a book that recorded some cult ritual. Looking at the diary, he knew it was very dangerous, so at first The request of the boss was rejected."
"But the boss stole the book."
Geng Qinghe thought about it: "...I still somehow convinced him to agree to perform this ceremony together."
"Bacheng has become his research," Lin You snorted, "How rare is it to see the possibility of my many years of research being put into practice? - Just because of this, let them kill so many residents, this guy is not a good person."
The guests who were murdered because of a cult ceremony were too unlucky. According to the disappearance news, there were always more than twenty of them.
"Speaking of which, something must have happened in the days between July 26th and August 2nd."
She said: "After killing so many people, I don't think Mrs. Langton will wake up for no reason."
She had a hunch that it was related to the specific content of that ceremony.
It's a pity that the pages that seem to be the date of the ceremony are also like other places, so polluted that a word can't be read clearly.
Lin You was contemplating herself, when Geng Qinghe who was flipping through the diary suddenly said hesitantly, "The more I read it, the more I feel that the last paragraph is so déjà vu..."
"...!"
The thought flashed like lightning, Lin You shuddered, and looked at the door again.
"This room," she murmured, "used to be the folklorist's."
Lin You looked up at Geng Qinghe, "How did you say he died?"
The handwriting was interrupted hastily in the middle of writing, and it didn't look like he ran away before finishing writing, so one can imagine the fate of not escaping a cold word.
"He himself said it was revenge, and he said 'she's back'," Geng Qinghe held his chin, "then it must be the lady boss who came back to claim her life."
In this way, it seems that they guessed wrong at the beginning. They thought that it was the resentment of the victims that caused the hotel to be haunted, but the real start should be the infighting between the boss and his wife, and the murdered proprietress became a ghost after death.
"so-"
Lin You pointed to the door, "You are right about the 'sense of sight'. The person who was outside the door just now is probably Mrs. Langton."
Those long hairs in the water further confirm this.
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Fuck.
"It's not us she's looking for, but someone who used to live here," she said. "The folklorist, of course."
"I'm afraid she has been repeating what she did back then. We are lying on the ground."
this-
A drowned female ghost wanders around the hotel every night and repeats the original act of revenge. The more Geng Qinghe thinks about it, the more he feels that he is not very well.
"Then let's get out of this room quickly," he said with a bitter face, "It's too bad here, maybe she will come back later to have a look?"
"It's not good here, but it's not all the reason you said."
Lin You shook her head, "You forgot, one person died in this room."
The folklorist who was killed by the proprietress is still here.
The moment she realized the meaning of her words, and then heard the slight sound coming from behind, Geng Qinghe's entire back went numb.
He turned his head inch by inch.
Both of them were standing with their backs to the bed, and at this moment, the quilt that was originally flat on the bed was bulging around a point in the middle.
With this agitation, the silhouette of a human figure gradually appeared under the quilt. The thing slowly raised its head, as if sensing something, it turned its head in their direction, and crawled towards the bed.
The room was so silent that there was only the rustling of the quilt rubbing against the sheets.
Geng Qinghe only felt his hair stand on end, just as the string of reason was about to break, the second before he was about to pull his teammate next to him and flee through the door—
"Look, there are a lot of services in place, and the information source will be automatically delivered to your door." Lin You smiled with satisfaction, gearing up, "Come on, let's do it."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Geng Qinghe: ""