"What?" The hotel owner's eyes widened suspiciously, and he stared at them from behind the half-height front desk of the hotel. "Ask me... what do you think of the midnight show?"
"Yes." Wen Zheliu nodded.
A group of people were blocked here with different expressions. Li Tianyu didn't want to get into trouble again, so he stood at the back with Chen Feiluan.
The hotel owner took off the reading glasses on his nose and looked at them carefully, "Very good. We have brought many guests to Melios. What's wrong?"
"...Is it just like this?" Xie Yuanyuan said blankly, "Very good, very good at attracting customers?"
He thought to himself, "What kind of guests are you attracting? It's more like attracting ghosts."
"What else?" The boss stared at them with his light eyes, "What a strange group of guests. What do you want me to say?"
He Qin leaned down and smiled leisurely.
"It's very simple. Just tell me how much you know about the Midnight Show and how much you know about happydawson."
This straightforward question made the hotel owner startled.
"People in the town believe in him like a god, but I know you are not included." He held a pen loosely and carelessly, "Everyone in the town has been his accomplice, and this does not include you. you."
"You live under his rule, but you can keep yourself safe and sound and become the only normal person here. It's just that he needs a cover to lure passing tourists, an employee who can run the hotel as usual - after all, those who can only stay in the hotel Evil ghosts who regain their bodies during the day cannot move around in the sun as usual, just like you often can't find your waiter John, and the chef is not willing to come out of the dark kitchen to meet the guests."
The hotel owner was stunned for a while, then suddenly said angrily: "What are you talking nonsense about? I'm not-"
He Qin gently opened the pen cap with his thumb, his calm and relaxed expression unchanged at all: "Don't be nervous, we are communicating as equals, just like two friends, and we are not interrogating prisoners. If you think , having a group of people standing here will make you uncomfortable..."
The boss's expression trembled, and his eyes suddenly changed slightly.
Before He Qin finished speaking, the people gathered began to move around in twos and threes and dispersed around the front desk. At first glance, their postures were all comfortable and natural, but the two figures blocked the corridor where the waiter John often came in and out, the two blocked the route from the kitchen to here, and the remaining three stood staggered in front of the TV There is a blind spot between the front desk and the front desk, completely blocking all line of sight surveillance.
"How's it going?" Du Zijun raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Lin Miao opposite, but he said this to the boss, "Can you relax?"
"...I don't know what you are talking about."
Wen Zheliu shook his head: "Why are you so guarded? We came to you because this matter has reached a point of no return. Did you see the live broadcast last night? We were struggling inside , fought against the evil ghosts, and finally managed to escape unscathed. Tonight, we don’t know what we will face again. "
The hotel owner's light blue eyes were serious. He pursed his lips stubbornly. Two rigid wrinkles rose between the bridge of his nose and his rough pink skin. He said roughly: "Then I think you should relax. This is just an entertainment program. That’s all.”
"But you clearly don't think so in your heart," Wen Zheliu immediately objected and looked at the old man pleadingly, "otherwise, you wouldn't have been so happy when we spent the first night safely."
The light blue eyes drifted uncomfortably for a moment, and then the boss sneered disdainfully: "Don't be too arrogant, kid. The reasons for my happiness are all strange and have nothing to do with you."
"Just pretend it has nothing to do with us." He Qin slowly pushed the pen tip back to the pen cap, making a crisp "click" sound, "You are not enthusiastic about the Midnight Happy Show, but your attitude towards Happy Dawson is more It's not known to everyone, that's fine if you are a reserved and deep-feeling person. Tell me, why are you so evasive and find it difficult to speak when we ask about the chef?"
"Did you feel guilty, or did you feel guilty, or did you find it difficult to face us at that moment, because you knew that he turned into a butcher with blood-stained hands last night, and followed happydawson in a life-threatening pursuit of us? "
He Qin lowered his eyelids absentmindedly, and the arc outlined at the end of his eyes was elegant and sharp, like a painter's rough but careful strokes. His tone was steady and his words were clear. Each word seemed to have been carefully arranged and then spoken slowly and at a steady pace. However, the continuous questioning in this tone, while not being urgent or slow, also gives people a faint sense of breathless urgency.
The hotel owner's eyes flickered and he was completely confused by his question: "I, I..."
Wen Zheliu's face was sincere, and he immediately came up and sang: "Please help us. Since you are also happy for our short-term victory, why can't you tell us more important news?"
The hotel owner was speechless for a long time, and said angrily: "... I have no reason to answer your questions, and I don't have to listen to your nonsense here. Get out of here and stop hindering my work!"
"Then let's put it another way," He Qin said calmly, "Does this mean that if you reveal the information about the Midnight Joy Show and Happydawson, what kind of punishment will you receive? And you don't dare to bet on us because You don’t trust us, you don’t believe we can win, right?”
The hotel owner's face turned red and white. He stood up suddenly, pushed aside the pen and paper on the table, and hit it against the wooden wall next to him: "Get out! A bunch of crazy people talking nonsense, don't come here again." Tangled!"
"Hey," Xie Yuanyuan paid attention to the movement in the corridor, "Master of desktop cleaning, this is it."
Seeing the hotel owner getting angry and turning to leave, He Qin indifferently played with the pen in his hand and asked abruptly:
"Who is Sasha?"
This question was like a piece of ice dropped into hot water, which instantly silenced the scene.
The hotel owner's back froze and he suddenly stopped.
"Your daughter is about thirteen or fourteen years old, right?" He Qin said calmly, "Where has she gone?"
The boss's eyes were splitting. He was like an old lion with disheveled hair. He turned back and roared: "You!"
"—We will help her get revenge." He Qin looked indifferently and looked directly into the old man's flaming eyes. "Whatever you know, tell us. We survived the first night and were safe and sound on the second night. If If you don’t believe in our strength, then you can just wait here and see if the next group of teams that are as good as ours are willing to take over the knife in your hand.”
"Old man, you are old enough to be my father, so I respectfully call you old man." Wen Zheliu struck while the iron was hot and said sincerely, "You have old wounds that you don't want to talk about, and we also have old wounds that have been waiting for us to go back. Family. How much fear and tragedy has the Midnight Fun Show created, do you want to see it continue like this?"
"Give us a chance." Bai Jingxing stared closely at the movements in the kitchen. His lips didn't move, but his voice could be clearly conveyed, "Why don't you want to believe us?"
Du Zijun snorted coldly: "If you hesitate, what will happen even if I promise to bring that clown's head to you? You are alone, with very few chips in your hand, and you are the lowest level of desperation at the gambling table. I'm a disciple, but you still care about your life, then why are you staying here, are you just being the clown's lackey?"
The hotel owner was trembling all over, his lips were trembling, and he stared at the people in front of him angrily and desperately, like an old dog that was cornered but unable to survive.
At this moment, Wen Zheliu knew that they had won.
"... No one knows what his original name was, and no one remembers it." In the hotel manager's office, the old man's voice was hoarse and low, "A failed stand-up comedian, an improviser who makes people laugh... This That’s the only impression we have of him.”
Wen Zheliu sat next to He Qin and saw a photo frame placed on the table. The girl in it was only eleven or twelve years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a small freckle on her cheek. She smiled brightly at the camera.
"Not a cult leader?" Bai Jingxing asked unexpectedly.
The old man glanced at him: "No, at least not yet."
"I understand, because repeated failed performances and an ordinary life without talent made him unfit to be an actor, so he turned to a cult religion that was extremely infectious and inflammatory, hoping to learn from it." He Qin said, "This part goes without saying. Are there any other key points?"
The boss who is trying to brew his emotions: "..."
Everyone waiting to hear the long past: "..."
"...Brother, you are too much." Wen Zheliu whispered.
"This is called cutting down on unnecessary nonsense," He Qin said without changing his expression, and was not at all ashamed of everyone's looks. "Cherish your time. This is the top priority right now."
The hotel owner rolled his eyes: "Then one day, he died in the pharmacy, drowned in a tank of stimulant solvent."
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"What?" Xie Yuanyuan was confused, "This jump was too fast, how long did it take before he suddenly drowned?"
"Although he can only appear on an inconspicuous small channel for a while, his persistence in comedy effects and his extreme ideas of wanting to be popular are far more popular than the performance he is good at." The boss shrugged. Shrugged, "Since his death, the police have found many evil classics from his residence, as well as his diary, which described in detail that he wanted to go to a pharmacy to steal a few tubes of pharmaceuticals that were banned from circulation in the market, in order to The idea of enhancing the performance."
"...It's really crazy." Li Tianyu said with disgust, "He was a lunatic when he was alive, and he is even crazier after death."
Chen Feiluan clapped his fingers: "—and he also drowned in a tank of stimulant solution. The situation is really not optimistic."
"What happened next?" Wen Zheliu was concerned about what was going on, "What happened next?"
"Then, the pharmacy gradually fell into disuse." The hotel owner lowered his eyes and looked at the photos on the table. "Although he is a paranoid lunatic, his energy is also far beyond that of a normal person."
The author has something to say: It’s been so late these days, so I want to say sorry to everyone.