Darkness shrouded this gloomy and dead hotel, the deep corridors, and the closed doors added a bit of terror here.
On the walls and on the carpet, you can see puddles of suspicious dark black marks at any time.
"call!"
The smoking man was on his toes and moved briskly along the corridor.
This kind of atmosphere like the shooting scene of a ghost movie will not have any effect on him.
Whether it is heartbeat, breathing, or movement, he adjusted to the best state when he stepped into this hotel.
At this time, he was like a shadow in the night, silent and difficult to capture.
Missions... just mean a lot of rewards.
In particular, tasks like this one that can become the center of attention as soon as they are completed are even more attractive.
Just find Lucy, and then coerce and lure it, it's not too difficult...
As long as it doesn't get discovered.
"I haven't even been spotted when the big sword appears so recklessly. I'm good at hiding, and I'm sure I won't be spotted. No problem."
The smoking man thought to himself.
His attention was always high as he moved quickly through the corridor.
Gently stick it to the door, and then use the hearing that has been magnified several times to detect whether there is anyone inside.
Even if there is only one person's breathing in the room, he can clearly capture it.
crunch —
A soft sound suddenly came from behind, making the smoking man almost fly into the sky.
He leaned against the wall almost subconsciously, then squinted in the direction of the sound.
"What... is it being blown by the wind?"
He leaned slowly against the wall, then jumped to the door with his gun in hand.
nobody…
The window is open. A white gauze was swaying in the wind.
"Scared me..."
The smoking man had just wiped off a cold sweat. Suddenly realized something.
This door is so heavy. How does the wind move...
brush!
Cold sweat immediately came out of the smoking man's back. He stared at the door twice, and suddenly noticed five scratches on the side of the door.
Deep white marks, like a trace of blood...
"What is this? Bloody handprints?" The smoking man became nervous for a moment.
"Uh, no, isn't this fresh sawdust? Could it be a zombie? Impossible, how did the guards let the zombies slip in?"
The smoking man looked inside nervously and rolled. He appeared inside the house with a gun in his hand.
Empty beds, empty bathrooms…
There was nothing in the room.
Suddenly, the smoking man turned his eyes to the window.
"The door was just opened, the scratches were just left, and there was no one in the house, so..."
The smoking man slowly walked to the window with the gun in his hand, and quickly explored the corner by the window.
He finally turned his gaze to the open window, and then slowly approached it.
Suddenly, the smoking man jumped up. He covered the back of his neck: "What!"
The moment he turned around, he felt as if a cold air suddenly blew on the back of his neck. And it seemed that a hand reached out and patted the back of his head.
It feels so real, it doesn't feel like an illusion at all.
But the house is still empty...
"Haunted? Hahaha... How is this possible. There must be zombies, how could there be ghosts..."
The smoking man slowly retreated towards the window...
What he didn't notice was that in the darkness, a strand of silver thread had reached his heel...
"Bang!"
He fell heavily on the edge of the bed, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"what happened!"
The smoking man quickly grabbed the gun, rolled on the spot, turned and aimed at the window.
"Whoo~"
Except for the cold wind passing through, there is nothing at all...
Even when he dared to stick his head out, he saw nothing.
"What the hell!"
The smoking man cursed in his heart, but cold sweat was already covering his forehead and palms.
"Damn, what are you doing!"
The smoking man ran out of the room in a panic, then took two deep breaths and calmed down.
After all, he has experienced a hundred battles. Although what happened just now was very strange, he still restrained the urge to escape from here immediately.
"And Yuanyuan is here, not to mention the mission hasn't started yet..."
He gripped the gun tightly, feeling a little more at ease.
With the gun in his hand, he felt much calmer.
"However, we still have to consider the possibility of being discovered. That Yin Jie, who didn't even tell me where he was, was obviously worried that if I was caught, the plan would fail completely... Damn, that Yuanyuan is still there. Not coming!"
The smoking man walked slowly along the corridor, and suddenly, a figure flashed by in front of him.
He pulled the trigger with almost no thought, but the bullet hit the wall and missed.
Even though it's silenced, there's still a tinny rattle echoing in the hallway.
"who!"
The smoking man leaned over nervously, and he could not see his fingers at the dark staircase, as if something was lurking in the darkness.
He immediately focused all his abilities on his eyes, and his vision improved a lot in an instant.
Even in this darkness, it is possible to see roughly...
"Could it be the psychic power user? If what happened just now was his fault... By the way, the melee combat of the spiritual power user is scum, I have a gun!"
The smoking man was determined in his heart: "Pretending to be a ghost, showing lack of strength..."
After entering the stairs, the smoking man's mind has calmed down a lot.
As he walked up the stairs, a woman's chuckle suddenly floated past him behind him.
Very short, but very clear!
It was as if the other party suddenly appeared behind him and then suddenly disappeared.
He turned quickly and aimed the gun at the corridor behind him.
The hallway is empty and nothing...
The smoking man quickly turned back to the stairs, but just as he turned his head, a shadow like an old TV suddenly appeared above the stairs.
The shadow lay on the ground, as if he had systemic arthritis, and slowly crawled towards him with a "click, click" sound.
It seemed to move slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of him, and changed his posture at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
He was lying on the ground just now, and in a blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of him with his head tilted.
Long black hair, blood red eyes like zombies, looks like a kaleidoscope...
"what!"
The smoking man gave a short cry, and pulled the pistol almost subconsciously.
The bullet hit the railing with a crisp sound...
In front of the smoking man, the figure had disappeared silently.
There was no one in the entire stairwell... Only the front and rear stairs lead to the dark upper and lower floors...
The smoking man was sweating profusely and quickly stuck it to the wall.
"Illusions? No, he's not a power user who can create hallucinations! But what happened to the arthritis patient just now? Isn't that a typical Bie ghost? Once he dies, he will be full of resentment and suffer from systemic disease. The standard female ghost image of arthritis..."
He slowly leaned against the wall and retreated to the stairs: "No no no, as a staunch materialist, I will never be afraid..."
"when!"
A force suddenly came from nowhere, and took the gun from his hand.
Losing his weapon, the smoking man turned pale in shock.
But before he could move, a figure appeared in front of him.
This is a neatly dressed little loli, except that her face is a little pale...
"what!"
With a scream that changed its tune and even had a long tail, the smoking man instinctively tried to use his hand.
But soon he thought, isn't this the one in Ling Mo's group
Sure enough, it's just pretending to be a ghost!
The smoking man who was determined in his heart sneered and was about to shoot...
But at this time, a red light suddenly flashed on the loli's neck.
At the same time, the little loli with her eyes closed asked in a crisp voice, "Uncle, uncle, do you see my eyes?"
Countless silver threads suddenly emerged from her body, and they seemed to still glow faintly in the dark...
"Eyes... don't they hang around your neck! How did you get these threads? Why did you wrap your uncle's hands and feet so they wouldn't move!"
The smoking man shouted in his heart, but his body couldn't move at all.