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Chapter 34: Hungry Hotel (2)

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"What is this, it's disgusting, keep it away."

When the Luo brothers and sisters saw the eyeballs handed to them, their faces suddenly showed disgust.

"What crap? Don't, don't, throw it away!"

The black-faced man waved his hands repeatedly at the eyeballs, and the glasses girl next to him wanted to reach out to take it out of politeness, but was stopped by the black-faced man.

He pushed his girlfriend aside viciously: "What's the matter with you, just stay here!"

The glasses girl shrank her shoulders, lowered her head, and didn't dare to make a sound, she still had the appearance of a little white flower swallowing her anger.

Even the old couple, who looked the most kind and kind, were scared to close the door when they saw this set of eyeballs: "It's too scary, we dare not take it. Children, you should find someone else!"

And the three donkey friends are even more merciless.

The fat man sneered directly: "You two are not trustees of the hotel, are you? Or are you just as crazy as that cook? It's okay to scare your fat man with this thing!"

As he spoke, he threw an eyeball to the ground, stepped on it hard, and crushed it into a sticky puddle of meat.

"Tell you, this little trick won't scare the fat man!" He laughed loudly, and slammed the door hard with a "bang".

After being shut down several times in a row, Shen Yu touched his nose helplessly.

And the red-haired girl beside her turned livid at this moment, turned around and left angrily: "What can I say to these idiots? You are kind-hearted, and you want to give them a hand?"

"When these people see blood in the story, they will naturally believe you!"

The red-haired girl also slammed the door, leaving only Shen Yu in the corridor.

Shen Yu looked at all the closed doors around him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, he bent down and put down his eyes, he turned around and picked a room on the westernmost side.

This room is the furthest from the stairs, and from the window, you can see the courtyard in the middle of the hotel.

It was pitch black outside, and it was still pouring rain.

The burly and ugly cook walked up the "creaking" stairs and began to knock on the door one by one to collect tonight's room fee.

"One eyeball, give it to me with your own hands..." He chuckled, drooling from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes hard, trying to identify everyone in the room.

"How much is it for one night? These are enough!"

Luo Hong impatiently stuffed a stack of banknotes into his pocket.

"Son, you take the money well..."

Trembling, the old couple counted out some money from their wallets: "Tell us if it's not enough."

And the fat man was even more broken, leaning directly against the door, and said like a ruffian: "I'll give you the money when your boss comes back tomorrow, so that you, a fool, can't settle the bill when it's saved!"

After a circle, only Shen Yu and the red-haired girl paid their eyeballs.

The chef with not-so-good eyesight held two eyeballs in his hands and still had a smirk on his face. He lowered his head, squinted his eyes to recognize the house numbers of the two, and then left without saying a word.

"Oh, evil pen!"

The fat man leaned against the door, looked at them, snorted, and then turned back to the room.

The corridor was quiet again, even the lights on the corridor were turned off, and the entire second floor was plunged into darkness.

Shen Yu also felt in the dark, and lay back on his bed again.

The outside of the window is also dark, because of the heavy rain, there is not even a little starlight or moonlight. Only occasionally when a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, he could use this flash of light to briefly see the furnishings in the house clearly.

The interior decoration is very old, the only thing that is new and clean is the full-length mirror at the end of the bed.

This mirror was inlaid on the wall, and the mirror was facing the bed where he was sleeping, which made Shen Yu feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.

There seemed to be someone in the room, quietly staring at him.

Suddenly, a flash of thunder flashed across, piercing the dark sky and illuminating the whole room brightly.

In this short moment, Shen Yu seemed to see that the person in the mirror was sitting up, staring at himself outside the mirror, grinning.

The light of the lightning was fleeting, and he couldn't see the appearance of the person in the mirror clearly. What impressed him the most was that when the person in the mirror smiled, he showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Very sharp!

He jumped up from the bed and rushed to the mirror.

But when I reached out to touch it, I could only touch the smooth and cold mirror surface.

So for the next half night, Shen Yu stayed by the mirror.

Countless lightning flashed up again, but there was no abnormality in the self in the mirror.

It was not until the middle of the night that most people had fallen asleep, and Shen Yu, who was still guarding by the mirror, suddenly heard a strange noise.

The sound was coming from outside.

The "creaking" sound of stepping on the stairs, the heavy and rapid breathing, and the clumsy footsteps when walking...

Is it the chef

He went back to the second floor.

Shen Yu held his breath, tiptoed towards the door, and listened carefully to the sounds in the corridor.

The chef seems to be constantly hovering at everyone's door.

He passed the door of Shen Yu and the red-haired girl countless times, but walked away muttering: "No, can't... The guests here have paid for the room..."

"Many guests...did not give..."

With a grunt, finally the chef reached out and pushed open the door of the next room and entered the room.

The fat donkey friend lives next door to Shen Yu!

Then, in the next room, there was a sudden sound of hammering the flesh, which became more and more dull, just like the sound of a chef beating meat paste in the kitchen.

While beating, the ugly chef even hummed a ditty: "... who is a good child of mother, it is me, it is me... whoever listens to parents most, is it me, or me..."

The original childish nursery rhyme was sung by adults in a hoarse and weird tone, coupled with the sound of beating the body in the middle of the night, and the never-ending rainstorm outside the window...

Shen Yu couldn't help gasping.

After a while, the room next door was completely quiet.

Even the grunting sound of Fatty before could no longer be heard.

The wooden stairs "creaked" again, and the chef seemed to be in a good mood, humming nursery rhymes and went downstairs.

He waited patiently for a while, and after confirming that the chef would not turn back again, he wanted to open the door and go to the next door to check the situation.

But no matter how much he pulled the doorknob, the door was still tightly closed.

The door is locked

Shen Yu was startled, and slammed into the door forcefully.

The seemingly weak door panel remained motionless, but at some point, it was locked from the outside, locking all the tenants in their room.

After several attempts, Shen Yu had no choice but to sit back on the bed again, staring at the darkness in the void, thinking secretly in his heart.

The story blocked his skills, obviously because he was afraid that someone in the novel would be too powerful and would directly destroy the plot.

This should prove that the chef's force value in this story is not ridiculously high, but ordinary people are by no means his opponents, even if they are united.

This story is obviously to let them use their brains and not to encourage simple and rude ways to break the game.

As he kept thinking in his mind, Shen Yu gradually felt a little drowsy amidst the sound of the rainstorm outside the quiet window.

Until it was broad daylight, a scream from outside the door woke him up.

The door that was locked at night had been opened at some point.

At this moment, a group of pale-faced people gathered in the corridor. The fat man's two companions even rushed out of his room at this time, clutching their stomachs and vomiting profusely, almost vomiting bile.

In the room, the fat man's corpse lay stiffly on the floor, his skull was shattered, and half of his skull was smashed away. The white brain and red blood clots were mixed together, exuding a disgusting smell of blood.

Next to the corpse, a crowbar was thrown casually, with some red, white and white things stuck to the end of the stick.

The two donkey friends walking with the fat man, one is short and thin, and the other is tall and tall.

At this moment, they managed to stop vomiting, and with pale faces, they explained to others in a panic: "We were planning to go down the mountain today, so we went to wake him up early."

"As a result, we called him for a long time, but no one answered. We saw that the door was ajar, so we pushed the door open and walked in. Who knows... vomit!"

Before they finished speaking, the two couldn't help retching again.

The tenants present began to panic: "He's dead! Call the police!"

"The phone has no signal..."

"My phone doesn't work either..."

"Look for the boss, his hotel has been killed!"

The red-haired girl leaned aside boredly, watching the panicked crowd with cold eyes.

And Shen Yu walked into the room, and carefully picked up the black book next to the corpse.

This fat man was selected by the novel and became a novice novelist. Compared with ordinary audiences, the monsters in the game seem to prefer novelists.

Therefore, many people did not pay the rent last night, but the fat man died first, because the situation of the novelist in the story is more dangerous.

He opened the fat man's book.

[Nine guests stay in the small hotel.]

[There is no money in arrears.]

[Some are hungry and some are greedy.]

[They cried: "Where are my teeth?"]

[So, the story of the fat boy is over.]

hunger? teeth

Shen Yu thought for no reason of the person he saw in the mirror last night.

The person in the mirror has extremely sharp teeth.

He frowned slightly, and stepped forward to look at the fat man's body again.

Sure enough, in addition to the smashed half of the skull, the fat man's body under his clothes was also cut a few times, and all the flesh on his thighs, arms and chest disappeared.

At this time, the burly and ugly chef walked up the creaking stairs again.

The people around rushed forward, and the voices of questioning came like a flood: "Your hotel is dead! It was just last night, do you know?"

But the chef picked up the crowbar on the ground with a smile: "Last night, I left it here... I forgot to take it away... I will be scolded by my mother..."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

But then, one of Fatty's companions rushed up and punched him in the face angrily: "Tmd! You killed my brother? You murderer!"

The person who rushed forward was the tall donkey friend, whose figure was considered tall among ordinary people.

But in front of the chef's burly and strong body, the tall travel friend can only be considered weak.

The chef knocked him down, like a child knocking down his favorite toy, and then took out a kitchen knife from his waist, and slashed at the tall man's right wrist.

"ah-"

The tall man let out a scream, blood gushed from his wrist, and his severed palm rolled down to the chef's feet.

The chef picked up the hand and brought it directly to his mouth, chewing hard.

"Bah! It's not cooked yet, it's not fragrant."

His blood-stained mouth opened and closed, and he spat out the pieces of meat in disgust.

The bloody scene in front of him obviously exceeded the psychological capacity of ordinary people.

"Killer—"

Like the last string to break in his mind, Luo Hong screamed first, and then the brother and sister ran downstairs without looking back.

The young couple and the old couple followed closely behind, scrambling to escape from here.

The remaining skinny donkey friend saw that something was wrong, so he didn't care that his brother was still in the chef's hands, and ran away.

"Killed people... Let's leave quickly, this is a black shop, killing people and eating human flesh..."

Everyone came downstairs trembling, and wanted to drive away, but unexpectedly found that it was still raining heavily outside the house, and the car they parked last night had mysteriously disappeared.

Everyone couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but the thin donkey friend was the first to react, and he didn't wait any longer, and plunged headlong into the majestic heavy rain.

"Compared to my own life, a little rain is nothing... ah!" He originally wanted to turn his head to greet everyone, but who knew that just as the words were ordinary, he suddenly cried out in pain.

"There's something in the rain, it hurts so much! It's like being pricked by a needle..."

The thin man wailed in pain, and saw that under the constant rain, large pieces of flesh on his body festered and fell off, his whole body seemed to be corroded, and in a blink of an eye, there was no good piece of flesh on his body.

Seeing this scene, the people who originally wanted to escape in the rain all retracted their feet in horror.

"Help! Help me, help..." The skinny man struggled back to the hotel. His body was so corroded that his skeleton could be seen, and his bright red muscles were festering. He fell to the ground without saying a word, and was gone. breath.

In a blink of an eye, two of the three donkey friends had died, and the only tall man who survived was cut off by the chef just now.

Everyone had a pale face, and shrank back tremblingly, trying to get as far away from the rain outside as possible, but they didn't dare to go upstairs because there was a psychotic murderer upstairs.

At this moment, the burly and ugly chef came downstairs again with a bloody kitchen knife and palm in his hand.

Looking at the crowd shivering like quails, the chef grinned, his white teeth were also bloodshot.

"Tonight's rent . . . a tongue."

He said to the crowd.

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