Ji Feng returned to the room and found Jian Jing sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through files with an expressionless face.
However, she wasn't looking at it at all. She turned it over and over again. From her hair to the lace on her socks, she exuded a dark temperament of "I'm unhappy".
"Teacher Jian, are you doing your homework?" he asked with a smile.
Jian Jing gave him a big eye roll and said nothing.
He couldn't tell why, but he thought she was very interesting at that moment: "Did you see anything?"
"No." She said coldly.
Ji Feng held back his laughter, put down his things, and took the cigarettes and lighter from the bedside table: "Okay, I won't disturb you from working, I'll go out for a while."
Jian Jing didn't even look at him.
About twenty minutes later, at 10:40, he came back, took the file away, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's look at it tomorrow. Take a shower and go to bed early."
She said nonchalantly: "I like to wash in the morning."
"Hot water is not available until 10 o'clock in the morning." Ji Feng shook his head, unable to bear teasing her any more, and said seriously, "Well, I've already asked, there are only four female guests today, and the others are all done. The waiter promised me to extend the hot water time to 11:15, you have half an hour, go quickly."
Jian Jing was stunned and looked surprised.
Ji Feng grabbed her arm and said, "It's starting to thunder. Hurry up and be obedient."
She stood up hesitantly: "Are you sure?"
"I'll keep watch for you." He promised, "If anyone comes, ask them to wait for a while, okay?"
Jian Jing reluctantly said, "Okay."
As expected, there was no one in the bathroom downstairs. She was very satisfied, bolted the door, and emphasized seriously: "Since the bad experience of staying tonight was caused by someone driving the wrong way, if someone wants to come in, you have to stop them even if you have to sell your body."
Monsoon: “…”
How much do you mind taking a shower with others
"Bang", she closed the door tightly.
The light in the bathroom was pale. She checked carefully and found nothing unusual. Then she took out her slippers, disposable towel, shampoo and shower gel, turned on the tap, and enjoyed the soothing hot water.
The distant and ethereal fragrance diffuses, relaxing your tense nerves.
Then... "Ah!" A scream came from the ceiling.
Jian Jing's movements came to an abrupt halt.
No way
Not really
Is someone dead
The hot water washed away the foam on my body.
The system does not prompt.
Very good, it should not be a case.
She continued to rinse with peace of mind, changed into a loose nightgown with satisfaction, and even blow-dried her hair before going out.
The monsoon is still out.
"What happened just now?" She asked in a much lighter tone.
Ji Feng was puzzled: "How should I know?"
"You didn't go up to see?" Jian Jing was surprised, "Someone was calling."
He shook his head and said meaningfully, "If I went up there, maybe you would be the one to scream."
Jian Jing raised her eyebrows: "Who wants to lure the tiger away from the mountain and attack me?"
"Teacher Jian, don't be so imaginative." Ji Feng complained to her and pointed to the direction outside the window, "Look at the car outside."
The first window of the corridor faced the parking lot, where there were four cars parked, one of which was white and had a corner that was obviously broken.
There were a few strange marks left in the depressions of the tire tread.
Like claw marks.
"I ran into a zombie." Jian Jing repeated what she had heard before, and suddenly became interested. "How interesting."
"Indeed." said Ji Feng.
"Go upstairs and take a look."
It was quite lively upstairs.
A woman in a bathrobe said excitedly: "Zombies, they must be zombies! I saw them."
"It's so dark outside, how can we see clearly?" others questioned.
The woman in the bathrobe said excitedly: "Lightning! When the lightning struck, I saw it! He was there!"
"It could just be a person, why do you think it's a zombie?" someone else interrupted.
The woman in the bathrobe paused, but was not stumped by the question. Instead, she said in a very solemn tone, "Maybe you don't believe what I said, but I did see it—a lightning bolt struck him, and he was not hurt at all! He died in an instant."
She made way and ran to the window: "See that tree? The black spot below is where he was standing just now!"
The others, including Jian Jing, leaned over to take a skeptical look.
She zoomed in with a telescope and took a closer look. There really was a burnt mark from the lightning. There was a tree nearby, and the trunk was scratched, leaving a long crack.
"Could it be that there are really zombies in that place?" Xu Huangmao muttered.
Jian Jing asked: "Didn't you run into a zombie?"
Xu Huangmao explained: "To be honest, it was already dark at the time. I was sitting in the back and I saw a shadow. It disappeared in an instant. It was so fast. If it wasn't a zombie, what else could it be?"
"If you ask me, it's just an animal." A man with a crew cut came over and said boredly, "It's unbearable that some people believe in zombies. It's such a feudal superstition."
Xu Huangmao retorted: "It's not a zombie. How can an ordinary person flatten the front of the car with a rub? And there are marks on the tires. How do you explain it?"
The two of them started arguing, and the guy with the ball head, who had met him once before, spoke up and asked timidly, "If there really are zombies, we... we won't be in trouble, right?"
“How is that possible?” Gao Mawei rolled her eyes speechlessly. “We haven’t dug up anyone’s graves, nor have we violated the locals’ taboos, nor have we taken any burial objects. Even if there are zombies, it has nothing to do with us.”
But the ball-head was still afraid, and whispered: "But horror movies are all shot like this, a group of people are trapped somewhere because of heavy rain, and then... there are ghosts..."
As if to agree with her, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky, illuminating the night sky with a snow-white glow.
Then, a very clear "click" sound was heard, and all the lights went out.
“Ah!” The girl with a bun hugged the girl with a high ponytail’s arm.
Gao Mawei was very calm: "Don't scream, you are not the one who is most likely to die in a horror movie." She glanced at Jian Jing who was watching, and seemed a little unhappy with her, and deliberately said, "You are the kind of person who is picky and particularly arrogant."
Jian Jing was in a good mood and read the lines very cooperatively: "I don't believe there are any zombies!"
"Look, this is the flag." Gao Ponytail said sarcastically with an expressionless face.
The girl with the ball head smiled apologetically and pulled her back to the room: "The power is out, let's go back quickly."
Gao Ponytail nodded and went back to the room with her.
The others followed suit and dispersed.
The power went out and she couldn't read the information. Jian Jing was bored and leaned on the windowsill to look at the environment: "The location of this hotel is a bit strange. It's far away from the village."
"It was demolished." Ji Feng explained, "The road we drove over was originally the location of the village. It was demolished to build the road and rebuilt to the current location. My family's homestead was not included in the list, so they simply opened a hotel."
Jian Jing looked at him: "How did you know?"
"I just asked around." He was very modest. "Interviews and investigations are basic skills."
"So," she complimented him, "have you also checked the identities of the other guests?"
"Just asking by the way." Ji Feng responded with a Versailles tone.
Jian Jing asked a question: "Who bumped into the zombie?"
"A few young people, they seem to be some kind of amateur outdoor enthusiasts," he said. "They came here for adventure, specifically to check in at strange places, and then take videos and upload them online."
"So they came here just because of the zombie rumors?" Jian Jing asked, "But the guy with the buzz cut didn't seem to believe it at all."
Monsoon stall: "That's why it's interesting."
“Are you a true outdoor enthusiast?”
"There are things like folding tents in the room," Ji Feng said without giving a conclusion, only observing, "When I visited Room 202, two girls were using an alcohol stove to cook instant noodles."
"I'm well-equipped." Jian Jing said, and hesitated for a moment whether to have a midnight snack (she had already brushed her teeth). Finally, she gave up because of the abominable public toilet and said unkindly, "Where's the woman in the bathrobe who said she saw a zombie just now?"
He could still answer: "Reporter, photographer, or editor or something like that."
She reversed the reasoning: "Computer? Camera?"
"almost."
Jian Jing recalled the scenes just now and hesitated, "It seems that the people in Room 206 haven't come out yet. Isn't it full?"
"It's a male guest, and I didn't see him either." Ji Feng looked at the watch, "It's eleven fifty, Teacher Jian, aren't you going to sleep?"
"Almost there." She turned on the small light of the power bank, took out a can of night mask, scooped out a spoonful and applied it on her face, applied the cool gel on her face, and would wash it off tomorrow morning.
is a must-have for lazy people who go out.
Of course, I can’t forget to use another eye mask. I stayed up late last night and my dark circles have not gone away today.
She set the alarm for 15 minutes and closed her eyes to rest.
Outside the window, wind and rain were howling and thunder was roaring.
The chaotic thoughts were like raindrops carried by the wind, falling into her mind with a crackling sound, creating circles and ripples.
Very hypnotic.
She gradually felt sleepy, and she only remembered that after the alarm rang, she fumbled to turn off the alarm, threw away the eye mask, and then fell into a deep sleep.
The dream was heavy, like a lead weight, pulling her down into the deeper sea of consciousness.
—"Do you know why I don't kill you?"
— “Why?”
— “It’s a special festival.”
-"I do not understand."
— “I believe that every soul is lonely.”
-"So I… "
“Boom!”
A dull and loud roar sounded in the distance, waking up the sleepers.
Jian Jing was stunned for a moment, and struggled to open her eyelids - did something happen? Who died? There was no system prompt, was it a zombie? There won't be a biochemical crisis mission, right? Can I resist the zombie virus by clicking on the immunity
Alas, the thoughts in dreams are so unreasonable that they slow down her reaction speed.
My companion had already stood up and immediately opened the curtains to look out.
"Hmm?" The nasal sound represents all the questions.
"It's okay, go to sleep." Ji Feng replied, "It might be a landslide."
That's terrible.
She closed her eyes and continued to sleep with peace of mind.
Ji Feng was also somewhat convinced. Despite the loud thunder and the endless rain hitting the glass, the sound insulation was poor, and she actually slept very soundly.
But honestly, it's... cute.
He couldn't help but take another look at it and modified it into a more pertinent description: very touching.
The next day, when Jian Jing woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, but it didn't feel like nine o'clock at all.
The sky was terribly gloomy, the rain was pouring and endless, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness. The temperature dropped sharply, and it was a bit cold even wrapped in a quilt and sleeping bag.
The room was quiet and Ji Feng was not there.
She took out her cell phone and couldn't help groaning: The terrible thing still happened.
no signal.
"Duk-duk", there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Who?" she asked.
"Can you come in?" It was Ji Feng's voice.
Jian Jing shrank back into the bed: "Don't tell me you didn't bring your keys."
The door opened.
Ji Feng came in and asked, "Aren't you going to get ready?"
"Has the rain stopped?"
"No."
“Is the road still drivable?”
"difficult."
Jian Jing felt a little depressed and had run out of energy to get up.
Ji Feng couldn't help laughing and tempted her: "Hurry up, there's something exciting going on downstairs."
"Someone's dead?" she blurted out.
Ji Feng: “…It was a chicken that died.”
"What's so good about a dead chicken? You're so boring." Jian Jing said softly, but her body slowly grew out of the quilt.