Chapter 19: Sister Jiang's smile sent chills down my spine. Please add this to your favorites!

Jiang Mingyue picked up the walkie-talkie, contacted the assistant director of the program, and asked in front of everyone, "Director, should we be able to stay at this hotel?"

Wow, that's rare! Teacher Jiang actually knew to consult with the production team!

The assistant director was in a bind. At this critical juncture, it seemed pointless to voice his opposition. The show's popularity was undeniable, and they couldn't just hand it over to their rivals.

He forced himself to say, "You can stay here."

The hotel has a business license and is operating normally, so it is not considered to be spreading feudal superstition. As for whether or not to broadcast what happened that night after the live broadcast ended, that is up to the program team.

[Sister Jiang: The subtext is that the program won't be able to air, so don't blame her.]

[Pomegranate TV's rival: Thanks for the incriminating evidence delivered to our doorstep. Brothers, open your eyes wide!]

[GDZJ: We were firmly against variety shows doing live broadcasts back then, because we were afraid of causing trouble.]

Amidst great attention from domestic peers and fans, Don Juan and his entourage successfully arrived at the Diablo Hotel.

The hotel is located on the outskirts of the old town, standing on the coastline. Below the hotel's exterior walls is a cliff, and dense ivy covers the entire stone wall. Combined with the light of a cloudy day around four o'clock, it has a kind of atmosphere like the opening scene of a horror movie.

Although it is called a castle, the actual building is not tall, only three stories high. There is a parking lot on the left side of the front yard and a fountain and garden on the right side.

The plants in the garden are well-maintained; you can tell they spent a lot of money on it.

There was only one ordinary local car in the parking lot, which looked like an employee's vehicle.

As Don Juan opened the door and got out of the car, a hotel employee warmly emerged from behind the fountain. The man was a tall, thin man in his thirties who introduced himself as Luca.

Luca handed five keys to Don Juan. “Hello Mr. Don Juan, these are your room keys. Check-in instructions are on the wall at the entrance of the living room on the first floor. You can use the kitchen as you like. Just put the 200 euro deposit in the box at the front desk. It’s best not to wander around after 10 pm. Call me if you need anything.”

Luca didn't give anyone a chance to ask questions, quickly finished explaining what needed to be explained, then blew kisses to everyone, opened his car, and left work early.

The people present: "..."

Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry to leave work?

Viewers flooded the live stream with comments, filling the screen with laughter.

Haha, so hotels aren't safe after 5 PM?

Did you guys notice the look Luke gave you, like you were an idiot?

[Program Crew: Don't worry, there are many of us, unity is strength]

[I have a question: the Best Actor cast only booked five rooms online, so where will the production crew stay?]

【Of course I'll sleep in the car!】

[Program Production Team: Thanks for the invitation, we're fine sleeping in the car]

The key had a room number written on it. The five rooms were located on the second and third floors, with three rooms on the second floor and two rooms on the third floor.

Jiang Mingyue looked up and surveyed the hotel; the oval window frames exuded a sinister and ominous aura.

She smiled and asked for a room on the third floor, even kindly suggesting that Wei Lai and the other three sleep on the second floor.

“If you don’t mind, you can still sleep in a room together.”

Anyway, the hotel didn't require each person to sleep in a room.

Brothers, don't be silly, just listen to Sister Jiang.

Did anyone notice that Sister Jiang smiled?

[Pay attention to the key point: two people share a room]

[Sister Jiang's smile gave me goosebumps.]

Sister Jiang smiled at noon; she earned a thousand euros.

Just looking at the surroundings of this hotel makes my legs go weak.

Wei Lai would never admit that he was a coward; he was a man after all. "No need. Nobody has had a good rest these past few days, so everyone will have their own room. I'll stay on the second floor."

If he hears any noise at night, he can quickly go downstairs to find the production crew.

Ji Wenxuan's idea coincided with Wei Lai's. He said seriously, "Let Qinzhou have the third floor. I might get hungry tonight and go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Don't disturb you."

Don Juan was too lazy to expose Wei Lai and Ji Wenxuan. He gestured for Meng Qinzhou to choose first, while he would stay in the remaining room.

Meng Qinzhou was straightforward and thought to himself that if Jiang Mingyue wasn't afraid to live on the third floor, then he, being a boy, certainly wouldn't be either.

"Then I'll stay on the third floor."

The five people divided into rooms, took their keys, and then left the parking lot with their suitcases, heading straight to the hotel's first-floor lobby.

The production crew immediately followed with cameras.

Viewers in the live stream involuntarily held their breath, with the more timid ones even running to their parents, family, or friends, or at the very least, cuddling their pets for courage.

Five minutes later, everyone was greatly disappointed.

Although the decor and furnishings in the hotel lobby were somewhat retro and old-fashioned, there was nothing unusual about it. Even the kitchen utensils were still in working order, and the drawers were even stocked with a variety of cooking seasonings, complete with thoughtful English translations.

[Don't rush, let's go upstairs and check the rooms first.]

The lobby on the first floor is bustling with people; you definitely can't tell what's going on there.

Yes, hotel staff also need to eat during the day, so the kitchen is naturally fine.

Could it be that the hotel is deliberately creating hype?

I agree with the comment above.

There was no elevator in the hotel, so Don Juan and his group of five went up the old-fashioned spiral staircase.

Upon entering the second floor, everyone was startled by the oppressive corridor in front of them.

The passageway is only one meter wide, and a row of portraits hangs on the walls on both sides, portraits of the castle's founding family.

Wei Lai and Ji Wenxuan both shivered, with Ji Wenxuan muttering that it was terrifying.

"Hanging this portrait here is likely to frighten guests. Thumbs down. Tang, remember to tell the staff when you check out tomorrow. I suggest the hotel hang the portrait in the first-floor living room."

Jiang Mingyue's clear and melodious voice rang out behind Wei Lai, breaking the fear between Wei Lai and Ji Wenxuan.

The two looked at each other, then straightened their backs. If Mingyue wasn't afraid, they shouldn't be frightened either.

Don Juan chuckled. "Even ghosts fear evil people. Could Jiang Mingyue be that evil person?"

He wasn't sure, but he was willing to wait and see.

Don Juan hummed in agreement. "I will relay this truthfully tomorrow."

Sister Jiang is really bold; she's not afraid of being targeted for saying anything reckless.

That's the truth. Since the hotel is open for business, it should take its customers' feelings into consideration.

Is it possible that Sister Jiang deliberately made these outrageous remarks?

[Jiang Mingyue is really stupid. She has no sense of respect. After all, this is someone else's territory. No matter how uncomfortable she is, there's no need to say it out loud.]

Meng Qinzhou didn't rush upstairs. He held up his live-streaming phone to film Wei Lai and the other two's room for the viewers.

Jiang Mingyue stayed with him, and no one suspected anything.

There are six rooms on the second floor. The group went to the second room on the left, which was Wei Lai's room.

The room was fairly spacious, but the retro red velvet headboard and bedspread looked uncomfortable, and the dark red wallpaper around the room was particularly jarring.

The attached bathroom is small, without a shower, and has an old-fashioned bathtub.

Wei Lai couldn't help but complain, "This decorating style is so tacky."

Ji Wenxuan's room was next to Wei Lai's, the third room on the left. The room layout was exactly the opposite of Wei Lai's, but the soft furnishings were exactly the same.

Don Juan's room was opposite Wei Lai's, the second one on the right. The room was more spacious, with a dark green interior design that wasn't exactly attractive.

Jiang Mingyue followed behind Meng Qinzhou, making her way through all three of their rooms. She touched this and that with her right hand, occasionally opening drawers and wardrobes to take a look, seemingly muttering something under her breath, her voice so soft that no one could hear it.

The PD who was filming her was very responsible in capturing these moments.

"Mingyue, let's go. Let's go check on your room on the third floor."

Wei Lai turned around to look for Jiang Mingyue and saw Jiang Mingyue standing in front of the bathroom sink, her index finger wet and writing something on the mirror.

He walked over curiously. "Mingyue, what are you doing?"

Ji Wenxuan and the other two turned their heads curiously, and Meng Qinzhou's phone camera was pointed directly at Jiang Mingyue.

Jiang Mingyue withdrew her index finger and calmly explained, "Let's test if it's a two-way mirror."

[Any sharp-eyed netizens out there? What was Sister Jiang drawing just now?]

[Sister Jiang: Don't ask, the answer is we're testing whether it's a two-way mirror]

There's something strange about Jiang Mingyue.

Aren't you guys overthinking this? Stop idolizing Jiang Mingyue; she's just an ordinary idol.

The assistant director and the executive director exchanged a quick glance; Teacher Jiang must have noticed something!

Waaah, they have to stay in the car tonight, so they'd better drink as little water as possible!

Jiang Mingyue answered frankly, and Wei Lai and the others couldn't find any fault with her. Oh well, whatever she said goes; in any case, she wouldn't harm them.

Two minutes later, the group arrived on the third floor.

The corridor was much more spacious than the second floor. There were no paintings on the walls on both sides; they were bare white walls without any wallpaper.

There are only two rooms on the third floor, right across from each other. Jiang Mingyue's room faces the front yard, and its decoration is exactly the same as Wei Lai's downstairs.

Meng Qinzhou's room was the same as Don Juan's.

Overall, apart from the room's slightly dark decor and the narrow second-floor corridor, there's nothing else to criticize.

As dinnertime approached, Don Juan and his group of five left their luggage in their room and, without rushing to wash up or get ready, went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The kitchen refrigerator was stocked with well-packaged frozen pork, beef, and other frozen goods, and the counter was covered with fresh fruits and vegetables, saving everyone the trouble of going out to buy them.

The hotel's accommodation information states that kitchen ingredients can be used, but there will be an additional charge of 100 euros.

Don Juan and his family are rich now, they don't care about one hundred euros.

Wei Lai volunteered to cook and asked Jiang Mingyue what she wanted to eat.

With someone willing to cook, Jiang Mingyue was happy to be a hands-off manager. She washed an apple to tide her over.

"Brother Wei, I'm not picky about food, just eat whatever you like."

Wei Lai looked around at the ingredients, considered for three seconds, and then decided, "Okay, to save time, I'll cook noodles for everyone and stir-fry two plates of vegetables to cut through the greasiness."

With no objections from the others, Meng Qinzhou and Tang Huang helped out, while Ji Wenxuan went to wash the dishes.

Jiang Mingyue was called away by the production team for a pre-interview.

After dinner, everyone worked together to clear the dishes, then went back to their rooms to wash up and rest, and the live stream ended.

The audience was so anxious they were practically screaming, wishing they had Doraemon's Anywhere Door to travel directly to the scene and witness the eerie night for themselves.

[How about we continue the live stream?]

The brothers are tired and need to rest. Let's wait until tomorrow.

The thought that we won't see what happened tonight, and that the production team won't broadcast it, makes me feel terrible.

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