Lin Mo thought the young man was joking.
The other party said that this was his home.
"Xinghua Hotel, this is my home, really, it's run by my grandfather, his name is Lv Xinghua, my name is Lv Xiaoming, my father's name is..."
Lin Mo asked the other party to stop.
"Are you sure this is your home?"
Lin Mo asked again, mainly because this matter was too coincidental. They were going to come to Xinghua Hotel this time, but they met the young master of Xinghua Hotel on the way
Isn't this nonsense
This is not a novel, how could such a coincidence happen
Lu Xiaoming said this is his home.
“Brother, this is really my home, but Xinghua Hotel was a name a long time ago, and then it was changed. Moreover, this place was demolished and rebuilt more than ten years ago. It is now called Shunhua Hotel.”
Lu Xiaoming also mentioned many other details.
For example, there is a cartoon pattern of his childhood playtime at the entrance of this hotel.
Lin Mo leaned over to the wooden board at the door and saw that it was indeed there.
It's a Transformer.
He also said that he had buried a dead bird under the big tree at the door.
"I remember it very clearly. This bird was raised by my grandfather. I accidentally played with it and killed it. I was afraid that my grandfather would find it, so I secretly buried it here. Maybe I can dig it out again."
Lu Xiaoming really went over and started digging.
Lin Mo said that even if there was any, it would have long been decomposed into nutrients in the soil, and it was estimated that nothing could be dug out.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoming shouted.
Oh my god!
As soon as the words fell, a black shadow emerged from the ground.
He pecked directly at Lu Xiaoming's eyes.
Dad was very close and reacted quickly. He reached out and grabbed the black shadow.
Otherwise, Lu Xiaoming would at least lose an eye if he didn't die.
This guy was so frightened that he just collapsed on the ground, staring with his eyes wide open. He wanted to speak, but couldn't.
Lin Mo also came over to take a look.
Dad actually had a bird in his hand.
But now it looks more like a bird-shaped monster, struggling constantly in its father's hands.
Lin Mo glanced at Lu Xiaoming lying on the ground and helped him up.
"I believe you. Come on, tell me in detail about your family. Who was in your family? Your grandfather? Who else..."
Lin Mo inquired carefully. After all, this Xinghua Hotel was related to the curse of the 'undead'. Since it was once Lu Xiaoming's home, he should inquire clearly.
Lin Mo thought it over. After asking clearly, he gave Lu Xiaoming a bean and sent him out.
An ordinary person may not survive long in such a place.
Meeting is fate, so help if you can. Moreover, if the other party can provide some useful information, it is also helping yourself.
This is called mutual help.
Lu Xiaoming was scared to death just now, so he just answered whatever was asked.
Dad was listening on the side, then turned his head to look to the other side and suddenly rushed over there.
Lin Mo didn't understand the situation, but fortunately his father came back soon.
"Just now I felt someone was spying on us, I chased after him and took a look, but I lost him. I don't know who he was, but he ran really fast."
"Someone is spying?"
Lin Mo didn't feel it.
Maybe his attention is all on Lu Xiaoming.
What needs to be asked has been asked clearly. In fact, Lu Xiaoming's grandfather died quite early, almost twenty years ago, and he can no longer remember many things.
Lin Mo took out the escape beans and prepared to give one to the other person.
At this moment, the door of Xinghua Hotel suddenly creaked open.
A spooky old man poked his head out and took a look.
I was stunned when I saw Lu Xiaoming.
"Xiao Ming?"
Lu Xiaoming also looked up.
"grandfather?"
Lin Mo exclaimed in his heart, this is such a coincidence.
It's not surprising that Lu Xiaoming can remember what his grandfather looks like; but it's a bit exaggerated that the old man can remember Lu Xiaoming. You have to know that the other party has been dead for almost twenty years, and Lu Xiaoming has grown from a little kid to an adult, how can he still recognize him
The old man saw Lin Mo's confusion and whispered, "This is not surprising. The souls of relatives can sense each other. Maybe in this old man's eyes, he still sees Lu Xiaoming as a child."
There are many strange things in the nightmare world, and one more like this won’t be too much.
Lin Mo nodded.
Now that Lu Xiaoming has been discovered by his grandfather, should he be sent away
While he was hesitating, Lu Xiaoming's grandfather had already opened the door and came out to talk to Lu Xiaoming. The latter was confused, he knew that this was his grandfather, and of course he also knew that his grandfather had been dead for a long time.
So, the person in front of him holding his hand is a ghost.
After realizing this, Xiao Lu began to sweat. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.
Besides, he was still a child when the old man died, and now he met him again unexpectedly, which was more frightening than surprising.
Anyway, Lu Xiaoming's face turned pale with fright.
"Brother, this, this is my grandpa!"
This guy suddenly remembered that Lin Mo was his lifeline, so he quickly thought of a way out and called out to him.
Lu Xinghua, his grandfather, looked at Lin Mo at this time. No thoughts could be seen in his cloudy eyes, but at least Lin Mo did not see much resentment or malice.
In his words, this old man is not fierce.
Lin Mo reacted quickly and came up to say hello.
"It's Xiao Ming's friend. Come on, come in."
Lu Xinghua was very enthusiastic and invited Lin Mo and his father in.
They were originally planning to go into this place, and since they had the relationship with Lu Xiaoming, they believed it would be better than exploring on their own.
At least you can get to know him and build up a friendship.
The old man over there pulled his grandson inside. Lu Xiaoming didn't dare to resist. He made a sad face and told his grandfather that he wanted to go home.
"You are confused, this is not your home."
Xiao Lu was speechless at this answer.
This really is his home.
Dad walked at the end and took a look at the nightmare bird he was still holding in his hand.
"This thing has too much resentment. Keeping it will be a disaster."
After saying that, he pinched it hard.
Phew!
The strange bird was crushed and turned into a ball of black smoke.
Lin Mo and his father entered the "Xinghua Hotel" one after another.
It can be seen that the decorations here are all in the style of 20 years ago. Opposite is a counter with a window, and there is a notebook in front to record check-in and check-out information.
There is an electronic clock hanging on the wall next to it.
The time displayed above is 7:35 p.m. on the 23rd.
Looking at the year, it was actually twenty years ago.
This is indeed quite strange.
But that’s not enough.
To be honest, because the Xinghua Hotel is a taboo-level file in the General Administration, when Lin Mo and his father came in, they were extremely careful and had high expectations.
If something goes wrong or something strange happens, they can react immediately.
But they soon discovered that Bai was excited.
There didn't seem to be anything special about the place.
At least it's not as dangerous as imagined.
Although there was a strange atmosphere in the air and they could sense some resentment and malice, the degree was much weaker than they had imagined.
Could this make Lin Nan dazed and lose his memory
This could cause so many talented people in the General Administration to fail
Just kidding.
The old man whispered to Lin Mo: "My child, remember, the more ordinary a place looks, the more dangerous it may be. The real danger always comes inadvertently."
This is a very philosophical statement.
"So what should we do next?" Lin Mo asked.
Dad said, just wait.
"Let's move in first, then explore. This place also has the aura of a curse. Let's go check it out one by one."
Lin Mo said let’s do it.
Dad went over to check in at this time.
Lin Mo looked around and noticed a notice board on the wall in front of him with some newspapers posted on it. He went over to take a look and saw that it was indeed a newspaper from 20 years ago. In addition, there were also things like lost and found notices and advertisements.
At this time, Lin Mo felt something was wrong.
His eyes were fixed on a lost and found notice.
This is a purely handwritten lost and found notice, written on a piece of A4 paper, saying that a knife was lost. If anyone finds it, please take it to Room 11. There will be a generous reward.
The signature is Mr. Lin.
Lin Mo stared at it for a while and he knew something was wrong.
"This is my handwriting. Besides, I just lost a knife. How come it feels like I wrote it myself?"