The ink used for stamping appeared on the table again.
Qiao Jiyang's hand was manipulated again. His thumb was stretched forward forcefully, reaching above the ink, and then pressed down hard until it was covered with a thick layer of red.
Amidst Qiao Jiyang's immense shock and extreme reluctance, his right hand was pulled to leave fingerprints on several places where he had signed the document.
At this moment, Zhao Feifei had already noticed that Qiao Jiyang's right hand was out of control. She tried desperately to pull Qiao Jiyang's right hand, but to no avail.
Because it simply can't be pulled!
Zhao Feifei felt scared and backed away with wide eyes.
Qiao Jiyang was even more afraid.
After the document was signed and sealed, it mysteriously disappeared from the counter.
The next second, a mobile phone appeared on the counter, with its recording camera turned on and pointed directly at Qiao Jiyang.
Qiao Jiyang panicked and tried to back away, but was pushed forward. Facing the camera, his mouth began to move uncontrollably.
No matter how hard I struggle, I can't break free.
Zhao Feifei was terrified by what she saw. She tried to back away, but fell to the ground with a thud.
Both of his elbows fell to the ground and were bleeding.
Hearing the commotion, the bodyguard outside knocked on the door: "Mr. Joe, is everything alright inside?"
"Excuse me, do we need to come in?"
Qiao Jiyang's body was out of control, and he couldn't respond to the bodyguard's words at all.
Zhao Feifei started crying loudly: "Mark, help! Mark, help!"
Hearing Zhao Feifei crying, the bodyguard reached out to open the door.
They discovered that the door couldn't be opened at all, because it was locked from the inside.
Zhao Feifei didn't have the strength to open the door for the bodyguard, so the bodyguard Mark started ramming the door, but he couldn't break it open after one ramming.
Gathering all his strength, he was about to ram the second time.
Suddenly, a "person" appeared by the door, with a bare neck soaked in blood, just standing there.
He was holding his own head in his arms, which was covered in blood.
A pair of eerie eyes blinked at Mark, and suddenly he asked, "Hello, handsome, wanna kiss?"
"ah!"
"A ghost!"
Mark was so frightened that he turned and ran. His group of men, not understanding what was happening, rushed forward and witnessed a scene they would never forget.
A bald man stood there, holding his head in his hands.
Blink at them and mechanically repeat, "Handsome, wanna kiss?"
"Handsome, wanna kiss?"
"Handsome, wanna kiss?"
Blood was still trickling from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
The bodyguards were terrified, screaming "Dad!" and "Mom!" as they retreated to a safe distance, then turned and ran.
I ran all the way down to the hotel, my legs shaking like a leaf.
The hotel manager was giving instructions to the receptionist when he suddenly saw a group of people stumbling and scrambling out of the elevator, shouting and yelling.
Some people rushed down the stairs, startled, and hurriedly came forward to ask, "What happened? What's wrong?"
My thought was, "Please, please, it can't be a fire. Today is my shift, and if there's a fire, I'm doomed. I've worked my way up for eight years and finally got promoted to manager. I've only been here for three days. I don't want to be wiped out all at once."
No one answered him at this moment; they were all terrified and their faces turned pale.
Muttering to himself, "Ghost, there's a ghost!"
A group of people continued screaming as they rushed out of the hotel.
The hotel manager was terrified!
I rushed to the front desk to check the surveillance footage to see which floor had the problem.
The surveillance footage showed that these people were at the door of VIP room 888 on the 6th floor. They seemed to have seen something at the door and were screaming and backing away as if they had seen a ghost.
From the surveillance footage, manager Zhang Huaifu did not see anything unusual, nor did he see Wang Teng holding his bloodied head in his hands.
I don't understand what those people are running for.
Zhang Huaifu used his walkie-talkie to summon the hotel security guards: "Everyone come over here and come with me to the sixth floor to take a look."
The security guards were all in place within a minute. Zhang Huaifu led them up to the sixth floor and to the door of the VIP room 888.
I stood outside the door, looking left and right.
"Strange, there's nothing here. Why did those people run away as soon as they saw this door, like they'd seen a ghost?"
Zhang Huaifu turned to the security guards behind him and asked, "Come up and take a look. Is there anything strange on this door?"
A security guard came up and said with certainty, "No, Manager Zhang, there's nothing there!"
"That's really strange."
Zhang Huaifu reached out and began knocking on the door of the room.
"Hello, customer, I'm Zhang Huaifu, the hotel manager. How can I help you?"
And inside the room.
Qiao Jiyang was forced to face the camera and keep moving his mouth.
He struggled to keep from making a sound, but his mouth kept moving uncontrollably.
About a minute later, the phone on the counter suddenly disappeared.
Knock knock knock!
The knocking on the door intensified.
Zhao Feifei walked over and opened the door, trembling.
Manager Zhang Huaifu appeared at the door: "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm the hotel manager. I just saw something happening outside the door on the security camera and came to check. Is there anything wrong with your room?"
Zhao Feifei, tears still streaming down her face, hugged the hotel manager tightly and burst into sobs.
"There's something wrong, something wrong, there's a ghost in this house."
Zhang Huaifu was stunned by the sudden hug. After half a minute, he finally came to his senses and pushed Zhao Feifei away, saying, "Madam, what exactly happened? Please tell me in detail."
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