After seeing Su Luo enter the bizarre dungeon without saying a word, Yan Ruyu didn't even think twice before suddenly firing a few shots at Xia Ming behind her. After confirming that Xia Ming couldn't enter for the time being, she turned around and walked into the rose-shaped door as well.
A dazzling light flashed by, and the surrounding light gradually dimmed, accompanied by the fragrance of roses and the aroma of black tea, wafting towards us.
"Welcome to Rose Hot Spring Hotel, dear guest."
"This is a local specialty offered by our hotel: hot rose tea. Please enjoy."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu glanced at the hotel receptionist, who was dressed in a brand-new hotel uniform but looked like a dried-up corpse, and looked down at the hot rose tea that the receptionist handed over with her thin, withered hands.
It smells wonderful, like roses and tea, but the things in this eerie dungeon...
"Please enjoy, guest."
The mummified waiter emphasized again, raising his hand little by little, bringing it closer to Yan Ruyu's lips, as if trying to force her to drink it.
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu politely smiled and took the rose tea from the other party's hand. Under the gaze of the mummified corpse at the front desk, she took a small sip.
Hot rose tea.
It truly tastes like a blend of rose and black tea, nothing strange about it, and it even tastes better than the drinks sold before the apocalypse.
Watching Yan Ruyu finish the cup of hot rose tea, the gaunt receptionist smiled and took the teacup, guiding Yan Ruyu through the check-in process.
"It's the off-season at the hotel recently, so there aren't many guests. Here's your key."
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu reached out to grab the key, but just as she was about to touch it, the withered receptionist suddenly grabbed Yan Ruyu's vibrant wrist with her dry hands, the force so great that she could not break free.
Just as Yan Ruyu was about to point the butt of her gun at the withered receptionist, she saw the receptionist raise her head with a sinister look and stare at her with her bottomless, corroded eyes, solemnly reminding her.
"Remember, keep this key with you at all times, and never lose it!"
"There are some special rules at the stairwell of the hotel. As long as guests follow the rules, our Rose Hot Spring Hotel will definitely be your best vacation destination."
After saying that, the receptionist slowly released Yan Ruyu, then gestured for her to follow her to the stairwell.
"Guest, please."
After saying that, without waiting for Yan Ruyu to go upstairs, she turned around, wiggled her feet, and walked back to the entrance of the Rose Hot Spring Hotel with cat-like steps.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Ruyu subconsciously gripped the short gun in her hand and turned her head to look at the store guide at the top of the stairs.
This was her first time entering a bizarre dungeon. The West City hadn't suffered too much damage before, and when they came out to loot supplies, they mostly just fought off small monsters and wild monsters outside. They didn't go to any places that were even slightly dangerous. Who knew that they would be unexpectedly drawn into a bizarre dungeon?
Judging from the layout of this instance, its star rating should be quite high.
I wonder what the side effects of that rose tea are. Su Luo has also disappeared. Could she have already gone back to her room?
Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu took a closer look at the guide. It contained some words, but they were incoherent, incomplete, contradictory, and illogical.
Store entry guide.
Welcome to Rose Hot Spring Hotel!
First: Rose Hot Tea is a specialty of our hotel and is provided free of charge in the rooms. If you are interested, you can purchase it at the front desk.
No, don't believe that saying, "You can't drink hot tea, you can't drink hot tea!"
[To escape, hot tea is key. You absolutely must drink hot rose tea! You MUST drink it!!!]
On the second note alone, someone had scribbled on it with different handwriting, so it must not have been written by the same person. One person said not to drink it, and the other said you must drink it.
There's definitely something wrong with this hot tea.
Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu subconsciously touched her neck. She had a feeling that the hot tea was still stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, and was about to tear through her skin and rush out at any moment!
[Second: Hotel hot spring hours: 3 PM to 3 AM, with the best time to experience it being from midnight to 3 AM.]
[Never go to a hot spring at midnight! If you must go, be sure to bring hot tea!]
[I can't soak in the hot springs (scratch that), the hot springs here are really comfortable, the best hot springs I've ever experienced.]
The handwriting in the second sentence is different again; it is more delicate and should have been written by a girl.
[Third: The hotel offers a wake-up service from 11 PM to 4 AM.]
A wake-up service in the middle of the night? Who would turn on a wake-up service in the middle of the night? Yan Ruyu frowned; none of the options in this guide were normal.
Fourth: It's best not to walk in the hotel corridors during the day. If you hear noises from the walls, it's likely hotel staff picking fresh roses. Please don't panic or open the windows to avoid accidentally injuring the staff.
No, no, no, they're not staff members at all...
The writing at the end was smudged and illegible; one could only tell from the messy handwriting that the object seemed quite unusual.
【fifth:******,******】
Article 5 was crossed out, leaving only the word "Fifth". The rest of the writing was completely illegible, and there were no other traces left by anyone else.
Perhaps there was never a fifth guideline from the beginning, or perhaps this fifth guideline is the key to self-rescue!
Without time to think too much, Yan Ruyu glanced at the key in her hand and slowly climbed the stairs to room 8301 on the third floor.
Whether it was Yan Ruyu's imagination or something else, the entire hotel looked clean and spotless, but as soon as she went upstairs, she could always smell a rotten odor. It wasn't quite like the smell of an animal carcass, but rather more like the musty, damp smell of rain-soaked wooden planks.
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