As the three reached the stairwell, they suddenly heard another scream. Feng Guang paused, grabbing Duan Mu's clothes nervously. "What happened?"

"Maybe it saw a rat," Duan Mu said casually. The voice was a woman's, but you could hear the deep fear in it. It really might have been a rat or a cockroach.

However, this five-star hotel would never allow such a thing to appear. Even someone as unintelligent as Feng Guang could sense the nonchalant casualness in Duan Mu's words.

Duan Mu was that kind of person. Apart from what he cared about, he wouldn't change his expression even if the sky were to fall.

At this moment, Duan Gao frowned, "Why do I feel like someone is shouting 'murder'?"

Feng Guang immediately felt even more eerie. She shrank into Duan Mu's arms and didn't dare to speak. To be honest, ever since she saw the corpse in this hotel last time, she always felt that this place was unclean.

Driven by a sense of justice, Duan Gao turned and walked towards the direction from which the sound came. "We can't just leave it there. If someone is really in danger, we have to go and help them."

Although this uncle seemed very introverted and not good at communicating, I didn't expect him to have such a brave heart. He tugged at Duan Mu's tie and said, "Let's hurry up and follow him. What if something happens to your dad?"

Duan Mu had no choice but to pick her up and follow her. He was quite strong and didn't feel tired even after carrying her for so long. Feng Guang wasn't heavy to begin with, but being held in his arms made her look even more petite and delicate. Duan Mu looked down at her and found her more and more pleasing to the eye.

He suddenly understood why some girls liked to walk around with dolls.

After turning the corner, at the end of the corridor, a woman dressed as a waitress was sitting on the floor in fear. Duan Gao quickly went over and asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Dead, dead, dead..." The waitress pointed to the room with the open door, her face pale. The plate she was pushing had fallen to the ground, and the knives and forks were scattered all over the floor.

Duan Mu paused. Instead of carrying Feng Guang any further, he turned around to prevent Feng Guang from seeing the room at the end of the road. But Feng Guang could already smell the same bloody stench as yesterday.

Suddenly, her face paled slightly, "Duan Mu..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Duan Mu whispered, showing no interest in what was happening behind him.

Duan Gao was different. Perhaps because he had written too many suspense novels, he was quite sensitive to this kind of thing. When he walked to the door, he saw a dead woman. Without a doubt, she had died in the same way as the woman who died yesterday.

Even if he had written a lot of suspense novels, it didn't mean he could accept what he was seeing so easily. After a long while, Duan Gao subconsciously rummaged through his pockets and unexpectedly found the phone he thought he had dropped. He quickly called the police and went over to comfort the frightened waiter.

Next, we just had to wait for the police to arrive.

After a moment of silence, Feng Guang said softly, "Duan Mu, put me down first."

"I'm not tired yet."

“You’ll get tired if you stand for too long.” She looked up. “I’m not really as light as a feather. Don’t worry, my feet don’t hurt as much as you think. I can stand.”

"The scenery..."

"There will be even more people coming then. Do you want me to be laughed at by others?"

Duan Mu sighed and could only let her down, but he held her waist tightly. "If you can't stand anymore, just tell me."

"Mmm." She nodded obediently.