The last person seeking help tonight was a middle-aged man with a full beard.

Unlike his appearance, he now looks like a bullied young wife, curled up in the quilt with only his face exposed.

He flipped the phone around and said, "Master, I'm in a hotel now. I suspect someone is following me. To ensure safety, I've moved everything in the house to the door.

Moreover, the person who just tried to hurt me was the hotel receptionist. I suspect this hotel is a den of thieves."

Lin Han walked into the hotel, wiped the rain off his body, and complained: "I don't know what happened these days. It rained so much. I don't know if tomorrow's tour can go on as scheduled."

He placed his ID card on the front desk. “I booked a room on my phone.”

The man resting at the front desk raised his head and took the ID card from the table: "Sir, the room number is 414, the last one at the end of the corridor."

The room number 414 alone was enough to frighten Lin Han, not to mention that the room was at the end of the lounge. People like them who often stay in hotels have a taboo in their hearts, which is to try not to choose a room at the end of the corridor.

It is said that the hotel's last rooms are underutilized during the off-season, which causes the room to have a heavy negative energy, attracting unclean things to stay in it for a long time.

At first, this was just a joke, but later many people on the Internet would tell stories about the thrilling experiences they had when living in the last room. Some people who were more afraid of ghosts and gods did not like to set foot in the last room.

It just so happened that he was a person who was very wary of the power of ghosts and gods.

Lin Han pushed the room card back: "Hello, can you help me change the room? I don't like living at the back."

The man spread his hands helplessly: "Sir, I'm sorry, as you know, these days are the peak tourist season, and this is the last room in the hotel.

If you are really not satisfied, you can only live somewhere else."

Lin Han looked at the heavy rain pouring down outside and finally gave up the idea of ​​changing hotels: "Okay, I'll stay in this one."

The man seemed to see his worry and comforted him, “Sir, a real man with such strong yang energy is afraid of these things.

If you are really worried, I will take you to your room."

Lin Han looked at the man walking beside him and was a little curious: "This is the first time I see a male receptionist at a hotel. In my opinion, don't boys usually do security work?

Let me be clear, this isn't job discrimination, I'm just simply curious."

The man explained, "I'm the hotel's security guard. The receptionist on duty today wasn't feeling well, and since we're from the same hometown, I decided to help her out for a while."

As they were talking, the two of them arrived at the door of the room. The man handed him the luggage and said, "Sir, if you have any questions, feel free to call the front desk."

"When I opened the door, I felt even more uneasy. First of all, the location of this hotel is too far back, and it is blocked by other buildings. Normally, you can't see the sun at all.

The second thing is the layout of the room. There is a full-length mirror on the right side of the door, so you can see your full appearance when lying on the bed.

But I have already moved in, so I can only comfort myself that I have not done anything bad, so even if there is a ghost, it will not be able to find me.

Maybe I was too tired from running around, but as soon as I lay down on the bed, I felt my eyelids fighting each other. I decided not to fight the instinctive desires of the human body and fell asleep obediently.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that the receptionist who had just given me the door card was standing in the hotel bathroom, fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror.

When he found out I was awake, he walked over to the bed and looked down at me with a serious expression, repeating one sentence over and over again: "Why didn't you notice something was wrong with me?"

Lin Han swallowed and tried to find the phone next to his pillow to call the police, but the man held his hand.

The man gave him a terrifying smile: "I was wrong. Today, not only am I wrong, but you are also wrong."

"After saying that, he let go of my hand and walked towards the bathroom again. After walking a few steps, he turned around, smiled at me, and lay down on the floor.

This was the first time I hated the transparent bathroom in the hotel. I could clearly see a coffin suddenly appeared where he was lying, with the head of the coffin facing my bed.

"This scene completely broke me down. I struggled to get out of bed and decided that I would rather sleep on the streets than stay in this hotel.

When I woke up, I found the room was pitch black. I turned on the light and looked at the room, which had not changed at all, and realized that it was all a dream.

"Just as I was debating whether to check out, the tightly closed door suddenly opened a crack, and the man stuck his head in."

"Hello, sir. Someone just checked out early and the cleaning lady is cleaning. Would you like to stay in that room?"

Hearing that there was a new room, Lin Han answered without thinking: "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man at the door suddenly disappeared, and the voice from before appeared in his ears again: "I was wondering what's wrong, it turns out you don't want to live with me."

Lin Han was so scared that his voice trembled: "Brother, I was just joking with him, how could I possibly dislike you."

The man nodded in satisfaction: "Since you are so sincere, come sleep in the coffin with me."

Lin Han wanted to refuse, but found himself following him towards the bathroom involuntarily. When he passed by the mirror, Lin Han subconsciously looked at himself in the mirror.

He was surprised to find his hands hanging in the air. Not knowing where he got the courage from, he kicked the mirror hard.

The moment his foot touched the mirror, the originally flat mirror bent. Strangely, his foot did not feel any pain.

Lin Han thought of what his grandmother said: "Only in reality can one feel pain."

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, realizing that he was trapped in a dream within a dream. He looked into the distorted mirror and realized that this was the way to leave the dream.

He kicked the mirror even harder, and as he moved, cracks began to appear in the center of the mirror. With a "click", the mirror split from the middle to the sides.

Looking at the fragments of the mirror coming towards him, Lin Han subconsciously covered his face. Maybe his movements were too big, and he fell backwards.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the ground, and the table beside the bed was kicked to the ground by him.

"This time I was more careful and pinched myself hard. The pain in my arm told me that I had finally returned to reality.

Before I could rejoice, the door suddenly opened, and the same scene as in my dream appeared.

The man smiled broadly: "Sir, do you want to change rooms?"