Ye Youbai: “…”

This phone number is easy to remember, it's all 4.

"I told you, there's definitely something wrong with this hotel!"

"How can there be no problem?! This is a rule-based dungeon! If there is no problem, then hell no!"

"Do you think this is a conspiracy? First, they created a problem with the appliances in the room, then they led the guests to call the front desk, and then..."

"I think that's a problem too. Not only does the room number have a 4, but the phone numbers are all 4 too."

"Could this be the legendary midnight phone call? A violent death?"

"Are you guys crazy? This is a regular ghost story dungeon, not a horror movie!"

Under the gaze of everyone in the base, the call was finally answered, and the lobby manager's unclear voice appeared in the microphone.

"Hello...Hello?"

"Hello, dear guest, how can I help you?"

"Hello?"

"If you don't need help, I'm hanging up..."

Although the lobby manager's face was swollen like a pig's head, he spoke very quickly. Just when he was about to hang up the phone, he heard a voice from the other end that he really didn't want to hear.

"I need help."

Ye Youbai could hear from the phone that the lobby manager really wanted to hang up and didn't want to talk to her. Perhaps due to his own rules, he had to finish what he said before hanging up.

However, Ye Youbai said at the last second that he needed help.

“Tsk…”

After Ye Youbai finished speaking, he made a "tsk" sound.

It wasn't her who hit anyone just now, so why was the lobby manager so afraid of her?

Lobby Manager: “…”

Almost!

Just a little bit!

I was almost ready to hang up the phone!

"Then...excuse me, dear guest, how can I help you?" the lobby manager asked reluctantly.

He really hoped that Ye Youbai would say in the next second, "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number. I don't need help."

But Ye Youbai said calmly: "The central air conditioning seems to be broken, and the bedside lamp keeps flickering, affecting my sleep."

The lobby manager was silent for a moment after hearing this. He then looked at the clock on the wall and said slowly, "Dear guest, I understand very well, but the hotel maintenance staff have already left work. How about I register you and have them check on you tomorrow when they start work?"

"Do you think it's good?"

“Bang!”

The lobby manager heard a click from the other end of the phone and instinctively shuddered. Then he heard Ye Youbai say calmly, "Got it."

Lobby Manager: “???”

It's over now?

Is he really dead like this?

Shouldn't we cause trouble for him?

Why does it feel so abnormal?

Just now, with the sound of "pop", Ye Youbai smashed the bedside lamp with his hands. Since it can't be repaired now, just let it be scrapped.

*

After Han Zexin was assigned to room 504, he never left. In fact, he really disliked room numbers with the number 4, but all the rooms assigned to them by this hotel had the number 4.

“Tick…tick…”

Just when Han Zexin was about to go to sleep, he suddenly felt very cold around him and heard a ticking sound.

The sound was not like water dripping on the ground. This liquid sounded more viscous than water.

"Could it be blood?" Han Zexin murmured.

Han Zexin searched for the source of the sound and finally found it under the bed. He lowered his head and looked under the bed, and was shocked to find two very clear bloody handprints under the bed. The blood was dripping from there.

"That's it?" Han Zexin looked at the two bloody handprints and said with contempt.

He's a man who's seen the world, how could such a small thing scare him?

It's just a dream.

Just as Han Zexin got up and was about to go to bed, he saw that his hands were stained with blood.

So he went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands. When he finished washing his hands, he was stunned when he accidentally saw the person in the mirror.

The person in the mirror was not him, but a woman with messy hair, combing her hair bit by bit with a comb.

Han Zexin blinked, and the woman with messy hair in the mirror disappeared. He knew that he was definitely not seeing things.

"If you are so ugly, don't embarrass yourself here."

After saying this, Han Zexin left the bathroom without looking back and went back to bed to sleep.

Unexpectedly, in the second half of the night, Han Zexin felt a pair of hands tightly pinching his neck, as if trying to strangle him to death.