"There are still two days before the opening of the tea party. During this process, uh... besides being familiar with the layout of the hotel, I have to find some things for myself. For example, in order not to arouse the suspicion of passers-by, continue to manage this little-known hotel well." It's a small hotel. I really didn't expect there to be five guests who didn't leave. Fortunately, they will all check out the day after tomorrow. However, it would be bad if they extended their stay on a whim. Since In this way, I also consider doing something good in these short two days to help these passengers, let them have a satisfactory living experience as soon as possible, and then check out on time."
"This thing..." one of the killers opened the next page and said, "It looks like an ordinary service manual for good people and good deeds? Why, after this person occupied this hotel, he didn't think about making more preparations, but Is it the unlucky guy who still lives in the service?"
What kind of humanitarian spirit is this!
"Looks like a soft-hearted, righteous idiot." The other shrugged.
They then looked down.
"These five guests are very honest, and two of them are a father and son. That night, the father of them came to the front desk to leave a note, asking someone to get some food for his son. Very picky eater."
"This was the first good thing I did. I faithfully fulfilled his request. After he left, I made a plate of pasta with my own hands, and then went upstairs to serve it to his son. But it seems that because the son passed through the cat's eye , only saw a plate of black spaghetti floating outside, he refused to open the door. But I was very considerate of my client, in order to fulfill his request, I climbed up the drainpipe to the second floor and came in through the window.”
"His son is indeed a picky eater. Not only did he refuse to eat, but he kept running away. So I just stuffed noodles into his mouth, which cured his picky eater. Perhaps it was because the task was completed so well that night. They left the hotel gratefully."
Two psycho killers:…
"I think," said one of the killers with difficulty, "that there is something wrong with my eyes, or something wrong with his brain."
They turned to the next page, and the next page was still the experience of the mysterious "Lei Feng" who did good deeds.
“My second client was a woman. I found her looking in the vanity mirror and expressing her fear of aging. To help her get rid of this, I provided good room service and made her only I can see my face in the mirror. She should be very happy that I am a very young beauty. Sure enough, after waking up from the coma the next day, she left the hotel gratefully, even The rent paid in advance was not asked for.”
Two psycho killers:…
Looking at the diary, which sincerely reveals the joy of "helping others", they silently turned to the next page.
The next page, the next page, is all about the helping deeds of this unknown acting store manager. However, what they don't know is that when they are reading this diary attentively...
The door closed slowly.
"...this is all nonsense." One of them said displeasedly, "I remember that Morse raised a hound, go find the hound, and then find the guy hiding in the dark, I don't want to be here This pervert spends too much time on the... light? Why did the light flicker?"
"With all due respect, it's really rude to call a helpful person a psycho."
"What noise?!" The other person looked around nervously, but there was nothing in the room except the bed and the table, "I seemed to hear someone talking to us just now... the wardrobe? Or the curtains?"
"Find him! He must be that... 'Lei Feng'!"
"Are you sure he's the bounty hunter? But he sounds like a teenager..."
In the darkness, Lin Huai let out a breath. He squinted at the two people searching the room like headless chickens, and shrugged.
"Okay." He tossed the perfume bottle in his hand, "The hunting time begins."
After finishing speaking, a weird smile bloomed on his face. He opened the bottle of perfume.
The mellow liquid fell into his palm. The bodies of the two people in the originally dark room began to gradually become stiff. They turned their heads slowly, their pupils were stained with blood, and the roar-like voices from their throats showed that they had entered a state of berserk.
Lin Huai, who was watched by the two beasts, laughed happily. He pressed his palms to his eyelids, and when the fragrance soaked his eyes, he pushed aside the curtains around him with both hands, and walked out like a proud animal trainer!
"Don't call me that crappy alias of 'Lei Feng', beasts." He said arrogantly and cheerfully, pulling his fingers on the red cloak on his body, "Call me—"
"Red scarf. Well, you guys are ready, who will come first?"
…
The tea party was still going on, and after a long time, the two people still didn't come back. Under the instructions of the middle-aged man, two more people left the hall to look for the missing two people.
"This statue is so beautiful." The people around the middle-aged man praised, "The girl inside is the pianist's daughter, right? I've been longing for her for a long time, so I can use the bones of her ten fingers to make a wind chime. Presumably the finger bones that can knock out charming music on the black and white keys can also knock out the most beautiful singing in the wind."
"That's a wind chime artist." The other whispered in the middle-aged man's ear, "It's from Facheng, just like a foggy city full of smog, that city is full of fluttering white flags."
The middle-aged man let out a "hmm". For some reason, after the two people hadn't returned yet, and three people had left, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
After a long time, the people in the closed hall were knocked.
The killer who was introducing his work stopped his voice. Everyone looked towards the gate. The door was slowly opened, and what appeared outside the door was a woman covered in black veil. Her voice was hoarse: "The master ordered me to bring the food."
"It's not time to eat yet, so put it aside and eat later." One person said, obviously, he regarded her as an ordinary maid.
It stands to reason that the woman in black gauze should nod at this moment to show that she heard. But she didn't move. The dining car remained in the hall, the figure of the woman disappeared outside the hall, and then the door was closed.
"A little arrogant, where did you find such a maid?" Someone muttered.
However, their interest was obviously not in the weird maid, and soon they turned their attention back to the stage.
Among all the people, only Tian Chu squinted his eyes and looked out of the hall, frowning.
"That..." the man beside him said tremblingly, "I'll give you the paper flower, can you... let me go?"
Tian Chu whistled, took the paper flower away, and lazily said, "Thank you."
…
The whole tea party lasted a long time, so killers kept leaving the hall-maybe to seek revenge, maybe to go to the bathroom, to smoke a pipe or something.
And every once in a while, the woman in the black veil would come in and push a dining car into the hall. Seven dining cars parked in the hall, and the middle-aged man finally stood up.
He looked around the hall. In the entire hall, all the perverted killers sat quietly in the dark. And the light is only for those on the stage.
something is wrong. Something is wrong, he thought.
The hall, which was originally full of people, has now become sparse... Nearly half of the people have left this hall!
finally. He found something was wrong, and broke out in a cold sweat in horror!
"What's wrong?" the person next to him asked him, he seemed a little drowsy.
"None of them came back!" the middle-aged man said.
"You mean them? Maybe they didn't find anyone, maybe they're still fighting." The man rubbed his eyes, obviously not interested in this topic.
"It's not for this reason." The middle-aged man was not interested in talking to him, "I'll go out and have a look."
Seeing the eighth dining car being pushed in. The woman in black veil exited the hall and closed the door. Her withdrawal gesture was also very humble, she just retreated step by step, but did not turn around. The middle-aged man chased after her.
Before leaving, he seemed to smell a strange breath.
The middle-aged man frowned because of this. He looked at the dining car next to him, and the strange smell was revealed from the silver-covered dinner plate.
The middle-aged man opened the door. The woman covered in black veil was still standing in front of him, as if she didn't expect him to open the door. The middle-aged man glanced at her, and said coldly to her behind the closed door: "Where is your master?"
With that said, he stretched out his hand!
The woman in black gauze stepped back rapidly, but did not turn around and run away. As soon as the middle-aged man grabbed her hand and raised his head, he was shocked by what he saw in front of him!
Covered under the black veil, the woman's "painted eyebrows and drawn eyes" face...
And the pale hand that fell limply in his hand...
That "woman" is actually a pale and thin paper figure that was drawn! !
No wonder she refused to turn around, no wonder she was wearing a black veil to cover all the weird parts of her body... Before the middle-aged man could make a cry, the paper man gave him a weird smile...
Then it turned into lines and fell into the pitch-black ground.
"What!" The middle-aged man looked at the only black veil left on the ground, his canthus cracked, "What the hell is she!"
Before he could make any sound in the future, he heard a strange noise coming from the stairwell. Without time to think more, he ran towards the stairwell, and then...
He saw a man covered in blood!
"Kitchen... dead..." The man trembled his lips, as if he had reached the edge of life, he raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man, "Kitchen..."
"what are you saying?"
"Little girl... dog... hound..." the man muttered.
Soon, he lost all breath.
The middle-aged man watched that person die in front of his eyes. Before he could stand up in the future, he heard a chuckle behind him.
The middle-aged man turned his head slowly and stiffly.
It was a male and female boy in red clothes, walking from the cold moonlight. He (she) combed his bob hair, and when he saw him looking over, he tilted his head at him, and threw the blood-stained knife on the ground.
"Originally, there was only one person missing, so we could serve new dishes. It's a pity, he died here." The man licked his lips and smiled happily, "Then let you make up the number? It's like You are all artists, and I am a foodie."
The middle-aged man stood there, watching the red god of death walking towards him. Everything he saw in front of his eyes gradually became blurred, gradually blurred, and the figure of the young man appeared from time to time and disappeared from time to time. Finally, after a long time, when the figure was about to disappear, he heard a voice from the void: "The perfume has expired again... Let me see how much is left now? There is only a little left."
"so troublesome."
The next moment, he saw the boy again. In his field of vision, the boy who suddenly appeared suddenly picked up the perfume bottle and poured the last part of the perfume on the top of his head!
The liquid dripped down his cheeks, and before the middle-aged man's eyes turned red and began to go berserk, the boy giggled. He casually threw the empty bottle on the ground, smashed it to pieces, then picked up an ax and walked towards the middle-aged man.
"What's the best way to become the best work?" He said cheerfully, "That is, there are no other participants. Well... In layman's terms, it is to eliminate everyone except me. "
"Just now I tried to eliminate all of you by means of escape from the secret room, but unfortunately, the duration of this perfume is really too short. One application can only last less than ten minutes, and the bottle is only so big—put it in In reality, if it is sold, it will be badly evaluated by buyers, right? But I have to accept this setting. Just now I used all the perfumes—all, the remaining perfumes. One hour, the rest, The time I have to kill all of you is one hour." He shrugged, "So—"
"Okay!" He smiled happily, waving the axe, his hair fluttering in the moonlight, with the magic power of the fragrance on it, "Hurry up and give me your head, I'm in a hurry!"