The person who triggered the alarm was naturally not caught.
Similarly, there is no way to disarm the alarm. If the alarm cannot be disarmed, the door will not be opened, and if the door cannot be opened, the person will not be able to go out.
The manager contacted the developer of the system, but the developer said that the technician went abroad to study and would not be able to come back until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Well, one night is enough to kill.
All the tricks.
This baby is not leaving!
This kind of thing happened just after someone died in the hotel. The people in the hotel dared to stay in the room and gathered in the lobby one after another.
When we separated, there were not many people, but when we gathered together, there were quite a lot of people in the hotel, and the entire hall was almost filled with people.
The strangest thing is that Shi Sheng actually saw Li Chengyun.
Li Chengyun!
The arrogant male protagonist.
Lift the table, when did the male protagonist sneak in!
Director, what do you mean by forcibly adding drama to the male protagonist!
I don't agree!
Among the panicked crowd, Li Chengyun stood tall and straight, with extraordinary bearing, calm and calm, and instantly pulled himself apart from the group of background boards.
His eyes wandered through the crowd, as if looking for something.
Shi Sheng had been sitting on the sofa in the hall. There was someone in front of her, so she was blocked. Li Chengyun didn't notice her.
He tilted his head and explained a few words to the bodyguard behind him and walked towards the elevator.
Shi Sheng guessed that he was looking for Qu Miao. He seemed to have a wonderful connection with Qu Miao and could sense Qu Miao within a certain range.
"How long will it take? I have a party to host in a while. Can you afford the delay? What happened to your hotel!"
The woman's sharp voice sounded in the hall. The hall, which was still noisy, suddenly became quieter, and they all looked at the woman standing at the front desk.
The customer service staff looked apologetic, and bent down slightly to answer, "I'm sorry ma'am, because the technician couldn't get back in time..."
The woman interrupted the customer service staff, "Stop talking nonsense to me, when can you go out?"
"It's not until tomorrow morning at the earliest, ma'am."
"Tomorrow morning?" The woman's voice was sharp, her delicate face twisted with anger, "What am I going to do tomorrow morning?"
"We are very sorry for the inconvenience caused..."
"What's the use of being sorry? Do you know how much preparation I've done for tonight? Now that you guys are so organized, all my efforts have been in vain." They ran over.
The woman insisted on making a fuss. The police and the customer service took turns to come on stage, and they made trouble for more than ten minutes.
"You wait." The woman stepped on her high heels and headed towards the elevator, not forgetting to say harsh words before leaving.
"Sister, can I sit here?"
A small voice sounded from next to Shi Sheng, she turned to look, a seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a sketchbook and looked at her innocently with wide eyes.
"casual."
The boy with small arms and calves climbed up to Shi Sheng and sat down, with a blush on his fleshy face.
He smiled sweetly at Shisheng, then opened his sketchbook and began to scribble on it.
"Sister, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?" The boy didn't know when he stopped painting, leaned in in the direction of Shi Sheng, and blinked at Shi Sheng.
"Why have you seen it?" Shi Sheng raised his eyebrows.
The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded fiercely. He handed the sketchbook to Shi Sheng, "Look. They don't believe me, but I can really see and talk to them."
"I saw this in kindergarten. She said her kindergarten teacher, but I've never met her. She's very nice and taught me a lot." The boy pointed to the sketchbook and introduced him to Shi Sheng.
"This is near my community, but he looks a little fierce, and I dare not speak to him."
"And this, I met in the park."
"this… "
When Shi Sheng looked at the sketchbook, except for the different colors, he couldn't tell who was who, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Some children do see something when they are young, but this ability disappears as they get older.
If this boy can still see when he is seven or eight years old, it must be an innate ability.
"Sister, don't you believe me either?" The boy looked at her aggrieved when he saw that Shi Sheng didn't speak.
Shi Sheng turned sideways, "Can you see a ghost in the hotel?"
The boy tilted his head, turned his eyes to the hall, and shook his head, "Not here."
not here? So he has seen others in the hotel
"Where have you seen it?"
The boy glanced at Shi Sheng cautiously, and his voice stuttered, "I... I saw a ghost following... following my sister."
Isn't it Qu Miao who followed her
Qu Miao followed her all day long. If this child really saw ghosts, it would not be surprising to see her.
"He's scary." The boy said again, his voice even more thin, "I also saw him...kill other ghosts..."
The more Shi Sheng listened, the more wrong it became.
How could Qu Miao, this silly white sweet, be able to kill ghosts
wrong…
"Is that ghost male or female?"
"male."
Shi Sheng's back suddenly felt a chill.
Who the hell is mentally retarded trying to trick Lao Tzu
She couldn't see a ghost, but she could feel that when a ghost approached, there would be a chill, and the stronger the ghost, the heavier the chill.
If there is really a ghost following her, it must be very far away.
Since it is so...
"How do you know he's following me?" If it's following from a distance, with the child's age, he shouldn't be able to tell the difference.
The boy blinked, his big watery eyes full of innocence and confusion, "I saw him standing outside my sister's room. I saw him several times."
Shi Sheng: "…"
Thinking about what happened last time, Shi Sheng felt that the one who followed her was most likely the same one, and it was also possible that it was the mentally retarded Mu Bai.
This mentally retarded old wants to do things behind this baby.
This time she had to teach him manners.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..." A woman rushed over from the crowd and hugged the boy, "Didn't I tell you not to run around? Why are you so disobedient."
"Mummy." The boy stuck out his tongue, "I'm tired from standing and want to sit for a while."
"But you can't help but tell Mummy?" The woman patted Xiaoyu's head, "Don't do this next time, do you hear? Mummy will be worried."
"I know Mommy."
Then the woman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Shi Sheng, and nodded slightly, "Xiaoyu didn't cause trouble to Miss, right?"
Shi Sheng smiled and shook his head.
"Say goodbye to sister." The woman picked Xiaoyu up.
"Sister, goodbye." Xiaoyu waved his hand, he thought for a while, and handed the sketchbook in his hand to Shi Sheng, "Sister, sister, this is for you, we will be friends in the future."
No one else believed that he could see ghosts, only this sister believed him, and he liked this sister.
"The children's graffiti, if you don't dislike it, please accept it." The woman explained, probably because she was afraid that Shi Sheng would see something strange on it.
"Thank you." Shi Sheng took the sketchbook, took out a pendant from his pocket, and gave it to Xiaoyu, "This will bless you, may you be safe and healthy."