A chicken died in the hotel. Its death was very tragic. It was smashed into a bloody mess and it was almost unrecognizable as a chicken.
The waitress was furious and yelled, "Who killed your chicken? That bastard who killed your family's chicken! How can you eat it like this?"
"Didn't they say it was a zombie?" Jian Jing got angry when she saw her, and deliberately said, "It must be a zombie. He is not afraid of having no descendants."
The waitress was very aggressive: "Bullshit, zombies killing chickens? I've never heard of it."
It is really asking for trouble for novelists to compete in their story-telling abilities.
Jian Jing said, "He was hit by a car yesterday and was injured. He needs blood to heal his wounds. If he can't drink human blood, it's normal for him to drink chicken blood. Are you trying to say that there are no zombies here?"
The waiter choked again.
Of course she couldn't admit that there were no zombies, because zombies were the reason why this restaurant had a bad location and even worse service, and it all relied on the gimmick of zombies to attract customers.
Admitting that there are no zombies, rounding it off is equivalent to the hotel closing down.
"It seems that there are no zombies." Jian Jing said deliberately, "Ah, I told you, how could such a thing exist in the world?"
He said, and then glanced at the others and added in a serious tone: "Unless you see that thing with your own eyes."
Monsoon: The hook is straight and the bait is salty.
But he was also looking forward to seeing if he would be fooled.
After watching the miserable state of the chicken, everyone began to express their opinions.
Jian Jing saw the two boys raised by Xu Huangmao.
One of them was the guy with a buzz cut whom I saw yesterday. He was dismissive of the term "zombie". The other one had very trendy hair, with very short hair on his temples and longer, sticking up on top. It looked like a punk hairstyle.
He took a photo and said nonchalantly, "I didn't get a picture of a zombie, but it's not bad to get a picture of a chicken that was bitten to death by a zombie, hahaha."
A group of girls with high ponytails and buns were also present.
The girl with a high ponytail sneered at the girl with a punk head: "You are very talkative."
"You're the one who's ruining the fun." The punk head said unceremoniously, "We finally got together to have fun, but you just had a cold face, as if someone owed you a hundred million."
The ball-head girl was startled and tried to mediate: "Don't quarrel, Xiao Wen is just thinking about Brother Chang."
When this name was mentioned, punks, blond hair, and crew cuts and high ponytails all fell silent.
Huang Mao changed the subject abruptly: "It's raining so hard, are you still going today?"
The punk head waved his hands vigorously: "Go, why not go."
"It's raining so heavily..." Marutou said with some worry.
"Just think of it as a car wash." The punk-head didn't care.
However, less than an hour later, they came back. The guy with the ball head rushed in breathlessly and anxiously asked the waitress: "Don't you have a medical kit? They are injured."
"Band-Aids, gauze, and mercurochrome. Is it serious?" The waitress hurriedly took out the mercurochrome from the cabinet. "The nearest clinic is several kilometers away."
Huangmao came in with her hair in a high ponytail. There were obvious scratches on her legs, black mud and blood mixed together, which looked scary. Her ankle was swollen like a steamed bun.
Jian Jing had just finished her breakfast - to be honest, it tasted terrible - and when she saw the scene, she immediately spoke up to stop them. God knows if those bottles and jars were expired: "There's a first aid kit in the car, I'll take care of it for you."
The ball head said gratefully: "Thank you for your trouble."
Jian Jing immediately retrieved the medical kit and carefully cleaned Gao Ponytail's wound. She asked casually, "How did you get injured? Is the road difficult to drive?"
"Don't mention it." Huang Mao frowned, "The engine seemed to have a problem. We drove halfway. Xiao Wen was repairing the car in the rain, but she slipped and fell. We had to carry her back."
"You are so unlucky." The bathrobe girl from yesterday was about to check out when she heard this, "Is the road open? We are ready to go. Do you want us to take the little girl to the hospital?"
"It shouldn't be possible." Huangmao shook his head, "A long section of the road ahead is flooded."
"What?" The woman in the bathrobe was surprised. "What should we do then?"
The waiter said indifferently: "It's like this when it rains. The water will recede in two days. Are you still checking out?"
The woman in the bathrobe smiled bitterly: "Why refund? Where else can you go? Just stay for two more days." As she paid, she complained: "Just stay for two days, just don't be so scary like last night."
The waitress continued with Jian Jing's words: "The zombies should have run away."
"It's hard to say." The woman in the bathrobe tilted her head and said softly, "If it's like what that lady said, the zombie needs to suck blood when it's injured, how can chicken blood be enough? It's hard to say whether it will still find someone... and he was hit by someone, would he let go of the person who hurt him?"
Her voice was soft and erratic, which frightened the waitress: "No, no way."
“Pfft,” the woman in the bathrobe laughed out loud, like a child who had succeeded in a prank. “Are you scared? I was just kidding. But if the zombies appear again, I’d really like to take a picture of them.”
"Aren't you afraid?" Jian Jing, who was bored after breakfast, took the opportunity to talk.
"I'm afraid, but if I can take a picture of a zombie, whether it's real or fake, it will be very valuable." The woman in the bathrobe seemed to be someone who could easily get along with others. "You came here for the news, and now that you're gone, you have to write something to get the job done, right?"
Jian Jing asked: "Are you a reporter?"
The woman in the bathrobe nodded and introduced herself: "My last name is Chai, and I'm a reporter for the provincial capital's daily newspaper."
"You were talking about the news just now, was it zombies?" The waiter rolled his eyes and hinted at her, "The chicken this morning..."
Reporter Chai knew what she meant, so he pretended not to understand and explained, "No, it has nothing to do with poverty alleviation. I want to write a report to see if I can bring some goods here."
Everyone stood in awe.
Jian Jing treated Gao Ponywei's wound and told her not to get the wound wet and not to take off the cold compress.
The high ponytail was a little awkward, but she thanked her anyway. The girl with the ball head helped her upstairs and asked the waiter to bring her lunch.
"Since we can't leave, let's just take a nap." The punk head also yawned and went upstairs.
The yellow-haired man with a crew cut asked the waiter for tools and prepared to go back to the previous place to repair the car and drive it back.
Jian Jing stood at the door for a while.
The heavy rain was like a barrier that trapped the guests in the hotel. The gloomy gray clouds were hanging overhead, and the low air pressure made them lose their energy.
She was in a daze and remembered her dream last night.
Qixi Festival is a special festival.
Do rose hips represent love
"Teacher Jian." Ji Feng patted her shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"
"Holidays." She whispered, "Sunday is for the elderly, Mid-Autumn Festival is for the family of three, and Mother's Day is for mother and son. The holidays he chose are very compatible with the family, except for one thing."
He was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "Maybe..."
Jian Jing didn't let him finish his words and said directly, "I won't change my mind." She smiled and crossed her arms, "Let's go upstairs and talk. It's so cold down there."
Before he could finish his words, an autumn wind blew, and the temperature was so cold that he wanted to put on a coat immediately.
Dense white raindrops fell in a hurry, blocking the view.
Jian Jing glanced casually, and a prophetic thought emerged in her mind: With such heavy rain, I'm afraid it's hard to see who is coming and going.
For the next few hours, Jian Jing studied the files brought by Ji Feng, while Ji Feng was flipping through his black notebook, writing and drawing from time to time, deep in thought.
The two of them did not interfere with each other and were immersed in their work attentively. Before they knew it, several hours had passed.
Until four o'clock in the afternoon -
"Ah!!" A shrill scream erupted from downstairs.
This shocked everyone, and the guests walked out of their rooms and looked around: "What happened?"
Ji Feng winked at Jian Jing and hurried downstairs.
Jian Jing suppressed the desire to follow and glanced at the system panel.
[New mission released]
[Mission Name: The Mystery of Zombies on a Rainy Night]
[Description: In the middle of a thunderstorm, in a remote and old hotel, there are strange rumors about zombies and corpses with miserable deaths... What kind of murder is hidden behind the legend? Please find out the truth.]
[Task rewards and penalties: 30 courage points for success, penalty for failure]
His eyes swept across the corridor.
Reporter Chai (the girl in a bathrobe) was there, the girl with a bun was there, and at the same time, they heard the girl with a high ponytail asking "what's the matter". The yellow-haired head popped out of the next room, and a strange man came out of the opposite room - he had an obvious sign, his left arm was in a cast, and it was broken.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, then went downstairs one after another.
The screams came from the back circle downstairs. Ji Feng was half squatting on the ground with an umbrella, checking something. In front of him, there was a body lying.
"Puke." Reporter Chai, who was walking in front, seemed to see something clearly. He immediately stopped, turned around and vomited.
The others were deterred and their expressions were a little stiff.
"What's wrong?" The man with the broken bone looked puzzled and walked forward to take a look.
Later he also showed a nauseous expression.
"Don't come over here, there's nothing to see in a corpse." Ji Feng stood up and instructed the waitress, "Please bring some snakeskin bags or plastic wrap."
Policemen who come from police families exude the aura of "integrity and reliability" in every cell.
His tone was neither nervous nor casual, which made me realize the seriousness of the situation but not afraid. Instead, I couldn't help but obey his command.
The waitress was fierce and shrewd, but she listened to his call and ran to the warehouse without saying a word and dragged out the snakeskin bag.
"Thank you for your hard work." Ji Feng slowed down his tone so as not to scare the angry waiter, and then called Jian Jing, "Jingjing, come and help cover it up, don't let the body get damaged."
He said so, but before she came over, he immediately covered the corpse's head with a snakeskin bag.
Then, he briefly informed everyone of the situation: "A murder has occurred here. Unfortunately, the deceased is the guest who lived in room 204."
The yellow-haired man with a ball-shaped head was surprised and blurted out: "What? It's Jia Yue?"
Ji Feng nodded and asked the waitress: "Can we ask the boss to come over?"
The waitress said in horror: ", Dad has gone to town."
"Then let's call the police." Ji Feng looked at the others and said calmly, "The rain is too heavy, let's go inside and talk."
Reporter Chai frowned and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, but I must ask clearly, who are you? Why do we have to listen to your arrangements?"
"Obviously." He spread his hands. "A cop who failed to get his leave. Do you want to see his ID?"
Reporter Chai responded immediately: "Of course."
Ji Feng took out his ID and opened it for her to check.
Reporter Chai stared at her for several seconds before nodding slightly: "It's true, so she is your colleague?"
"Ms. Reporter, I'm on vacation." Ji Feng honestly diverted the other person's thoughts, "What do you think?"
Everyone nodded, realizing they knew the answer.
Ji Feng led the group in and brought all the suspects into the house. Before entering the house, he glanced back and saw Jian Jing opening the snakeskin bag and carefully studying the body.
She also showed a disgusted expression at the moment, but it was followed by full concentration and attention.
The gloom that was previously hidden between her brows had disappeared completely.
Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace, and also devoted himself fully to the most anxious matter at the moment.
Tsk tsk, a hotel on a rainy night, zombie legends, who is so "ingenious" to use a supernatural story to commit murder