Chapter 143

Craig, the destined man of the new area, a man who has lived and died, died and lived again in the horror world, found himself suddenly back to the time when he entered the first horror story.

That was a long time ago, but after trying hard to recall, he found that there should be someone here who he wants to meet.

The person he wants to meet is Green.

Although Green still doesn't understand the situation now, he can get close to the person he wants to get close to, and he doesn't think it needs to be corrected.

"How did you get here?"

Craig asked.

"When I was reading a newspaper, the words on the newspaper suddenly twisted and the pictures on the newspaper became very scary, but I couldn't remember it. I felt that something was wrong, so I asked others.

Everyone said that I had a problem and told me to go to the hospital.

Or they cursed me in front of me and behind my back.

I felt that it was useless to tell them, so I didn't say anything to them, but things continued to develop.

During the day, I would hear a voice that I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, a human or a machine, and it kept saying to me like a mosquito, you should go to that village.

At night I have nightmares, I sleep in bed and there's knocks under the bed, I sleep under the bed and there's footsteps outside, but I live alone.

I don't know why these things happen, but maybe if I do what the voice says, these situations will get better, so I came to this village.

I'm tired of living like I'm being monitored and harassed all the time.

If I die here, I can get rid of those things, which is good for me. If I go back alive, maybe those things will go away on their own, which is even better."

Green said.

"So that's how it is."

Craigie nodded.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Green asked.

"I once had a neighbor who was two years older than me. He was young, smart, kind, had good grades, and was said to have a young and beautiful girlfriend who was about to get married.

But he suddenly had a car accident. The day before he had the accident, he was standing at the door and talking to me.

I don't mean to lament the impermanence of life, but he seemed to know that he would have a car accident.

His expression was very strange. He said a lot to me, but I only remember the last sentence clearly.

He said to me that if you encounter something strange and can't solve it, you'd better not pursue it. If you want to get to the bottom of it, be prepared to not be able to go home.

Then I encountered something strange and heard a sound. I followed the sound here, and then I met you."

Craig smiled at Green, looking very friendly.

Green nodded.

As they finished their pleasant initial conversation, other people came over one after another, men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, but the same thing was the expression on their faces.

It was an expression of fatigue mixed with hope, and hope with anger and fear.

The owner of a hotel in the village came out, waved to them and said, "Now that everyone is here, come in. What are you waiting for? I have arranged a room for you."

They walked up, and the owner handed them the key, saying it was the key to their room. They could open the door with the key, but they could not enter the room if they lost the key.

"It's 7 o'clock now. Have you eaten yet? If not, you'd better finish eating before 8 o'clock and go back to the room, because it will be bustling outside after 8 o'clock, and it will be difficult for you to fall asleep."

The boss said with a smile.

"We didn't reserve a room here in advance, nor did we pay you. How could you arrange a room for us and give us a key?"

A middle-aged woman in an apron asked in a panic.

"I knew you were coming, so I arranged a room for you. Is there any problem with that?"

the boss asked.

"Of course there is a problem. We didn't inform you when we came. How did you know?"

the middle-aged woman said.

"Because God guided you, God told me through believers."

The boss replied.

"Then how do you calculate the hotel accommodation fee?"

the middle-aged woman asked.

"If you can still leave here alive after seven days, I will tell you how much you need to pay. If you die, you don't have to pay.

If you can tell me what I want to know, I can give you money and waive your accommodation fee."

The boss replied expressionlessly.

He looked a little impatient.

The middle-aged woman wanted to ask something else, but was stopped by a young man. The boy looked like a college student, with a pale face, a thin body, and clear stupidity in his eyes.

I don't know if it was real or fake, anyway, when he held the middle-aged woman, the whole person exuded a kind feeling without brains or thinking.

"It's better not to ask any more questions. We all have our own things to do here. We finally have a place to stay, so let's stay here first. It doesn't cost any money anyway. We can talk about it after we're done. It's getting late now."

The young man said.

"Well, for your sake, I won't ask any more questions. But if there's no food tomorrow morning, I'll still have to trouble the boss."

The middle-aged woman took advantage of the situation.

"Take your keys and go upstairs. The key number is your room number."

The boss turned to the cashier with an expressionless face and sat down. He didn't mean to lead the way. His eyes were dull, like a dead fish.

The crowd looked at each other and had to take the keys and go up one by one.

"How did you get here?"

The middle-aged woman asked the young man.

“I was in college, but the dormitory was dark, cold and quiet at night. No matter how I shouted, no one could answer me. It was as if I was alone in another time and space.

I asked other people, and they said that I was the one who slept very soundly that night. They couldn't wake me up even if they called me. No matter what they did, I didn't respond. They almost thought I was dead and wanted to send me to the hospital.

They advised me that if I was sick, it would be better to see a doctor as soon as possible, but I don't know why this happened, because my perspective was completely different from what they said, and I realized that there was a problem.

Then I heard a voice telling me to come here."

The young boy said.

"I was chopping pork heads at home when someone came back, opened the door to the living room, sat on the sofa, didn't speak, didn't do anything, didn't move, like a dead puppet.

I was very angry, walked over and slapped them, and their heads fell down and smiled at me. I was scared and thought it was a nightmare. After I ran out, the neighbors asked me what happened.

They thought I was beaten.

But after I told them what happened, they were skeptical. When they went back with me and opened the door to look, they found that there was a TV in the house and the man sitting in the living room was preparing a pot of food.

And at the desk next to the living room sat a young girl, my daughter.

They looked normal, as if nothing had happened.

After that, the neighbors sent me home. They also said they didn’t know what happened. They thought I found that the seasoning was out of stock and went out to buy some, and left in a hurry. They couldn’t stop me.

Then I heard a voice coming here.

The voice told me that as long as I came here, nothing like this would happen, so I came."

The middle-aged woman followed.

"I hope that nothing like that will happen to us in the future. "

The young boy said.

The middle-aged woman nodded.

People took the key to open the door and entered the room.

The middle-aged woman entered the room, touched around curiously, saw the phone on the bedside table, and made a call. The hotel owner answered the other end, but his voice was a little hoarse.

Although the voice sounded different from when they met just now, it could be heard that it was indeed the boss, so the middle-aged woman was relieved and said to the other end of the phone: "I want to have dinner."

"Okay, we will ask someone to deliver it to you. Please open the door after you hear the knock, and our waiter will hand the food to you. But don't let them into the room."

The boss said grimly.

"Why can't you let them into the room? "

The middle-aged woman was a little confused.

"You can also enthusiastically invite them to follow you into the room. Maybe they want to sleep with you in your room. As long as you don't mind."

The boss said indifferently.

"Forget it, I understand. "

The middle-aged woman hung up the phone.

Just one second after she hung up the phone, there were footsteps outside the door, and the next second there was a knock on the door, as if the waiter had brought the food.

But the knock on the door rang four times, and after a while it rang four times again. It was very mechanical and stiff. It didn't sound like a living person could knock, and there were no numbers other than four.

The middle-aged woman just felt strange, but still went to open the door, because she really felt a little hungry.

A waiter in a black and white uniform smiled at her with a pale face and bright red lips. He had a box of food in his hand, and he handed it out when he saw the door opened.

"Thank you very much, you can go. "

The middle-aged woman took the box and closed the door without saying a word. She still listened to the instructions given by her boss on the phone just now.

The waiter stood at her door and nodded, then turned and left.

The young man opened the door. He originally wanted to talk to the middle-aged woman, to connect with her, to build a relationship, so that they could live better in the future, but no one answered the door when he knocked.

He hesitated for a moment and went back to his room.

Maybe the people inside were busy with other things and didn't come. I heard someone, maybe he was taking a shower or going to the bathroom.

It was getting late, and it was really dangerous to be in the corridor at this time, so it would be better to go back to the room as soon as possible.

The young boy thought so, nodded, quickened his pace, and wanted to go back to the room, but he walked faster and faster, but he didn't see his room door.

But he remembered that he had opened the door when he came out, and he didn't close it at all.