Being interrupted like this, the other players can't talk anymore.
After a moment of silence, the man in the suit laughed and broke the deadlock: "That's right, let's eat first."
After all, to stay in the hotel for such a long period of time, it is impossible not to eat at all.
The tutu turned her face away: "I have no appetite."
The red-haired woman went to grab two steaks and said while eating: "The game says that we should obey the rules and regulations of the hotel, but what regulations do we need to abide by?"
Most of the people here are not newbies, and most of the people who can survive the "mini-game" on the way have two brushes.
The red-haired woman only raised her head, and the other two were thoughtful.
The man in the suit shook the red wine glass: "The first one, you can't lose the hotel bronze medal."
The lady at the front desk said just now, and also emphasized that if the hotel is lost, it will ask for compensation.
Who knows if this "compensation" is compensation with life.
The tutu smiled sweetly, and seemed to be pointing: "Everyone, please keep it safe."
This kind of thing that will kill you if you lose it is usually not prepared for ghosts, but for companions who are also players. After all, looking at the notification of the game just now, this is likely to be a one-person survival ending.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other two people changed slightly.
The petty skirt has a bad reputation among players. She likes to kill other players first, and then decrypt and clear the level separately, because when there is only one person left, the dungeon will reduce the difficulty and try not to let the players die.
The tutu ignored the expressions of the two and jumped off the chair. She took a small cake and walked out of the restaurant.
The red-haired woman and the man in the suit looked at each other, hurriedly finished eating the food on the plate, and walked out.
Only Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan were left in the restaurant.
Shen Dongqing has almost finished eating, and is now eating crème brûlée. He ate it seriously, holding a small silver spoon and tapping lightly on the browned icing on the surface, then scooping up a spoonful of Q-bomb pudding, filling his mouth with sweet milky aroma.
After eating one, he was still not satisfied, and was about to get the second one when there was a loud noise outside, as if the whole hotel was shaken three times.
Even so, Shen Dongqing took out a crème brûlée first, and stuck his head out while eating.
Outside the restaurant is a long corridor with various oil paintings hanging on both sides. At the end of the corridor is another hall, where the sound should come from.
Zhou Wenyan put on Shen Dongqing's shoulder and said, "Go and have a look."
The two walked through the corridor and came to the door of the other hall. They could see that the crystal chandelier that had hung down from above was now smashed to the ground, and a small hole was directly smashed into the floor tile, and the bright crystals rolled everywhere. One of the bones rolled to Shen Dongqing's feet.
Shen Dongqing bit the spoon and watched the dark red bloodstains slowly flowing out from under the crystal lamp.
Smashed people to death.
But not the player.
The redhead and the man in the suit were standing not far away, while the tutu hugged her shoulders impatiently at the other end of the hall.
Other guests came and went, as if they didn't see a murder in the hall at all.
The waiter walked through a pool of blood as usual, and said to the players present: "I'm very sorry, because the facilities are outdated, the hotel will be renovated at night, please don't leave the room after ten o'clock in the evening, otherwise..."
He grinned and continued: "Something bad will happen."
Thinking with your feet, this not-so-good thing will definitely kill people.
The red-haired woman nodded: "Okay, we will abide by it, I don't know if there are regulations in the hotel?"
The waiter's smile became weird: "You will naturally know after you wait for a long time."
The red-haired woman was about to try again, but the man in the suit stretched out his hand to pull her, and whispered, "It's almost ten o'clock!"
A retro pendulum hangs in the hall, and the hour and minute hands turn and stop at nine forty-five.
Only fifteen minutes to ten.
The red-haired woman's heart skipped a beat: "Where is the elevator?"
The waiter raised his finger and pointed to a corner of the hall.
The red-haired woman and the man in the suit hurried away.
Zhou Wenyan asked, "Are you full?"
Shen Dongqing took the last bite of the pudding: "It's almost there." He shoved the pudding bowl and spoon into the waiter's hands, "Let's go."
The two followed slowly.
The waiter originally wanted to intimidate these people with a gloomy expression, but now he is holding the pudding bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. Not only is he not scary, but he is even home.
He looked down at the bowl of pudding that was completely eaten, and finally chose to give up the idea.
Five players stood in the elevator, the elevator door slowly closed, but the elevator didn't move at all.
The man in the suit looked around and said, "I'm at 2302."
The redhead said, "My room is 2301."
Tulip skirt: "2304."
So the question is, this resort hotel has only the 14th floor, where is the 23rd floor
In the enclosed space, a little sweat appeared on the forehead of the man in the suit: "It's almost ten o'clock."
According to what the waiter said, if you didn't get to the room before ten o'clock, you might run into a ghost.
Tutu skirt: "Can't you just look at every floor?"
The red-haired woman raised her hand and glanced at her wrist: "It's too late."
There are only ten minutes left. If you look at every floor, it must be more than ten o'clock.
Just as the three of them were discussing, one hand crossed over and directly pressed the button on the 14th floor.
Ding-
The elevator started.
The red-haired woman turned her head, just in time to see Zhou Wenyan withdraw his hand.
"How do you know it's the 14th floor?"
Zhou Wenyan leaned against the elevator wall and said lazily, "'14' has a bad meaning. Generally speaking, superstitious people will use other numbers instead."
The tutu raised her head, looking innocent, but her words were thorny: "The number 23 can add up to 5. You are so sure that it is 14. Aren't you afraid that you will hurt other people if you press it wrong?"
Zhou Wenyan didn't even lift his eyelids: "If it hurts, it will hurt."
Is it important
Does it have anything to do with him
Tulip: "You!"
Another "ding" sound.
The elevator stopped, and when the door opened, a bottomless corridor could be seen. The lights were dim, and the house numbers hanging on the doors on both sides were glowing with blood, looking like coffins one by one.
The red-haired woman and the man in the suit who were standing at the door hesitated for a while before daring to go out.
Zhou Wenyan took a long leg and walked out directly.
Shen Dongqing was still confused: "So why is it on the 14th floor?"
Zhou Wenyan turned his head to look at him, and explained slowly: "Because the 14th floor is unlucky."
According to the conventions of this dog game, isn't it good that where there are more ghosts and ghosts, the players will be plugged in
When the other players saw that the two of them had found a room, they quickly got out of the elevator to find their room.
Saying that, Zhou Wenyan took out the house number and pressed it on the door handle.
The door opened with a "click".
There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and when the door was opened, something could be seen flashing past.
Zhou Wenyan pressed on the wall at the door, and the chandelier flickered and turned on.
The decoration of this room is still elegant, but it may be because the construction time is too long, and the decoration and furnishings can see the old feeling.
Shen Dongqing touched his arm: "Why does it feel a little cold."
"Maybe the air conditioner is running too low."
This room is equipped with a central air conditioner, which can only be switched on and off, but there is no way to adjust the temperature.
Zhou Wenyan walked over and took a look. The screen displayed 25°C, which looked normal. He turned off the air conditioner switch directly.
"It'll be fine in a while."
But Shen Dongqing waited for a while, but still didn't see the temperature in the room rising, so she huddled on the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, with only her head exposed, like a hamster in the winter.
Zhou Wenyan couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
Shen Dongqing slowly stuck his head out of the quilt, his face full of question marks.
Zhou Wenyan climbed into the bed and hugged him in his arms. The two of them stayed in the same quilt, pressed tightly together, and quickly warmed up.
Shen Dongqing shrank in Zhou Wenyan's arms, and fell asleep after a while.
Zhou Wenyan covered the quilt and walked out of the bed lightly to the windowsill. He stood there, looking at the garden of the hotel below through a layer of glass, but it was too far away to see anything.
He reached out and pulled the curtain, halfway through it as if he had hit something.
Zhou Wenyan looked up, a little crystal snowflakes fluttered in front of him, and then saw a woman's distorted face inlaid on the ceiling above.
The woman happened to be stuck in the middle of the curtain. After meeting Zhou Wenyan's gaze, her eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth were pulled to the sides, almost cracking under her ears.
Zhou Wenyan and her stared at each other for a moment, then pulled the curtain up with force, ignoring that there was a human face in the middle.
The face was squeezed so that her eyes were slanted and her mouth was crooked, and it became funny compared to just now, but she was unaware, and she tried hard to intimidate the people below.
But Zhou Wenyan didn't give face at all, he turned off the lights and went to bed.
That face stared at the two people lying on the bed, and tentatively got half of his head out of the ceiling, but before he got out completely, she heard a cold snort, which made her hurriedly shrink back again, only to get out. Leaving strands of blonde hair floating outside.
It's just that the temperature is getting lower and lower, as if vaguely returning to the snow-capped mountains.
"Aow-"
Shen Dongqing felt an itchy nose, and after holding it for a long time, he sneezed out. He rubbed his nose, and his voice became a little strange: "What's wrong with me..."
Zhou Wenyan was halfway through wearing his shirt. Hearing Shen Dongqing's words, he knelt on one knee beside the bed and reached out to touch his forehead.
A little hot.
"I've got a cold," he said, buttoning up. "Take some medicine later."
Shen Dongqing was in a daze: "I have a cold." He suddenly felt a little happy, "I haven't been sick before, it's great to be sick."
Only humans can get sick, not ghosts.
Zhou Wenyan pinched his cheek: "What nonsense."
Shen Dongqing hugged Zhou Wenyan's palm, put it on his cheek, and said seriously, "I like to be a human being."
Much better than being a ghost.
I can feel the temperature, I can eat delicious food, I can also encounter other things, and I also met Zhou Wenyan.
He exclaimed: "I don't want to be a ghost anymore!"
Zhou Wenyan's eyes softened: "Okay."
The two were tired and crooked for a while, and then went out for breakfast.
As soon as the door was opened, other players were found gathered in the corridor in the middle.
As soon as the red-haired woman saw them coming out, she couldn't wait to ask, "Did you have any problems last night?"
Shen Dongqing: "No."
He slept until dawn and saw nothing.
The red-haired woman said, "I smelled a burning smell when I was sleeping." She pushed open the door and pointed to the wall facing the door. There was a charred human figure on it, as if lying on the wall and being burned alive Dead, "And this."
Tutu continued: "My room vibrated all night, and a lot of things fell from it." Her room was already in a mess, and there was no way to rest.
The man in the suit said: "Last night there were headlights and horns in the window, and someone in the car called my name."
What's even scarier is that they live on the 14th floor.
Zhou Wenyan: "There is snow in the room."
After listening to everyone, the woman in red asked, "What scene did the mini-game on your way take place? I escaped from the fire."
Tulip: "Earthquake."
Man in suit: "Car accident."
Zhou Wenyan said: "Air crash, we landed on the snow mountain."
So it's all one-to-one.
Scorched smoke and charred corpses appeared in the red-clothed woman's room, the tutu skirt shook all night, and the man in the suit appeared in a car.
Does this imply that even if he escaped once, he will die a second time for the same reason.
Thinking of this, the woman in red shuddered: "What should I do now?"
Others did not speak.
On the contrary, Shen Dongqing raised his hand actively: "Let's have breakfast first, I'm hungry."
The other players looked at each other in dismay, and they really couldn't think of a good way, so they could only go to have breakfast first.
The night passed.
The crystal lamp that fell down yesterday has been disposed of, a brand new chandelier has been re-hung on the ceiling, and the smashed floor tiles have returned to their original state, and no trace of blood can be seen.
With a smile on his face, the waiter stepped forward and asked, "Dear guests, did you sleep well last night?"
The woman in red tentatively said, "I'm not used to sleeping, can I change the room?"
"No." The waiter's smile became lighter, with a hint of sympathy, "Once you check in, you can't go back."
It seems that you are not choosing a room, but a cemetery.
The woman in red smiled reluctantly: "Okay, okay..."
After confirming that she couldn't change the room, she followed the footsteps of the person in front and walked into the restaurant.
I have to say, no matter how strange this hotel is, the chefs in the hotel are really good.
There are many dishes, and the colors, aromas, and flavors are complete. There are dozens of dishes on the dining table for just one breakfast, including Chinese and Western styles.
Probably because of the cold, Shen Dongqing was a little sullen, but even so, he was still ill and determined, and he packed a lot of food into the dinner plate.
Zhou Wenyan sat down with a cup of coffee and said, "Do you have an appetite?"
Shen Dongqing forked a piece of fried dumpling dipped in vinegar and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing Zhou Wenyan asking this, he was dazed for a while, and asked with a little tone, "Why do you lose your appetite?"
Ordinary people will lose their appetite when they have a cold, but obviously they can't use the template of ordinary people to put on Xiao Dongqing's body.
Zhou Wenyan changed the subject: "...I'll get you some medicine later."
Shen Dongqing nodded, then lowered his head and started to eat breakfast seriously.
Zhou Wenyan reached out and summoned the waiter.
The waiter bent over and asked, "Does the guest have any orders?"
Zhou Wenyan: "Is there any cold medicine?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, but I need a guest to come and pick it up."
Zhou Wenyan glanced back and found that Shen Dongqing was still eating hard and didn't mean to be full, so he said to him, "Wait for me here, I'll be right back."
Shen Dongqing still had a custard bun in his mouth. He had no time to speak, so he could only nod his head to show that he knew.
Zhou Yan followed the waiter out, and didn't come back until Shen Dongqing finished eating.
After the other players finished their breakfast, they went out to the hotel together, and suddenly there was only Shen Dongqing left in the restaurant.
Shen Dongqing was not in a hurry, drinking milk slowly.
Halfway through the drink, a waitress came over: "Hello, do you have a cold?"
Shen Dongqing was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "It's me."
The waitress smiled and said, "Then please come with me. The doctor here needs to see the symptoms before dispensing medicine. There is a gentleman waiting for you there."
Shen Dongqing hadn't seen a doctor, and didn't know if it was the same process, but what the waitress said was correct, so she followed her without thinking too much.
Shen Dongqing followed behind the waitress, and only saw her profile and her blond hair that was combed meticulously.
As you get closer, you can feel a coldness coming.
It's like the wind blowing from the frost and snow on the snow-capped mountains.
Shen Dongqing stared at the waitress for a while.
This person... seems a little familiar, but I can't remember it.