Chapter 144

Why are all the doors in front of me locked?

It's OK that other people's doors are locked, but where is his door? He

can't see it.

He was a little scared, and he started running in the corridor. He was the only one running in the corridor.

He ran around until he was exhausted, but he didn't reach the end, as if he would never finish running in this corridor.

He was a little out of breath, so he sat on the floor and wanted to rest for a while.

The door of a room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman poked her head out from inside. When she saw him, she showed a surprised expression, waved to him, and said very gently: "Come to me."

The young boy raised his head and saw the middle-aged woman's face at once. He felt safe and was very happy. He got up from the ground and stumbled into the room.

He could hardly stand steadily, so the middle-aged woman hugged him tightly at the door and moved him into the room. She was very gentle and closed the door behind him without making any extra sound.

"You look a bit like my mother. You are kind to me, and a bit like my mother. Your embrace is more like my mother. It's the same when she hugs me, gentle and warm, broad and soft."

The young boy said with emotion.

"Really? That's great."

The middle-aged woman smiled and replied, touching his head.

He nodded but suddenly felt something was wrong, because although the middle-aged woman's body was a little fat, she was not obese, and he might not be able to hold her with one hand.

But if he used both arms to hold her, he would not be able to hold this person, but even if both of his arms were stretched out, he could not hold the person in front of him in his arms.

He felt his fingers cramping, but he still couldn't touch the fingers of his other hand. He felt terrified.

He thought: What kind of monster am I in?

With a click, the hand that was touching his head twisted his head. His neck broke, and his face turned to where the back of his head should be. He was dead.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to destroy the beautiful image of the other person in his heart, nor did he want to know what kind of horrible monster killed him.

He just wanted to die quietly.

Blood flowed out of his body and all over the floor.

Blood flowed out from the crack in the door, and the house number on the door twisted. This was not a middle-aged woman's room, but a young man's room.

He returned to his room, but thought he was in the middle-aged woman's room, so he let down his guard and died.

The next morning, the young woman who found the bloodstains in the corridor screamed wildly. While screaming, she stepped back and knocked herself down. She could only sit down in the corridor and move a little bit.

The screams woke everyone up. Green opened the door and found the bloodstains outside the door. He did not go out immediately, but turned his head to look at the room next to him.

The door of the room next to him opened.

Craig looked at Green with a smile.

"You seem to be worried about me. I'm happy."

Craig said to Green.

"Why did you look at me first after you opened the door?"

Green asked.

"Because the smell of blood was so strong, I was woken up in the middle of the night. In fact, I just fell asleep this morning, but I was woken up by screams outside."

Craig sighed.

He suddenly waved to Green, and Green came over.

"Actually, you are the only one here I care about."

Craig whispered in Green's ear.

He maintained a perfect distance, so that Green would not feel his breath, nor would he be unable to hear his voice.

This is a behavior that is neither offensive nor intriguing.

Green glanced at him, distanced himself, and did not comment or answer him.

He looked at Green and smiled, as if he did not care much about the answer.

A young woman walked out of the room slowly. Seeing the blood on the floor, she raised her feet and frowned.

"My shoes are all dirty. How disgusting."

The young woman said.

"Don't you care that people die here? Where did you live before? Is it common to see corpses? Why don't you react?"

the young girl shouted.

"Isn't disgusting a reaction?"

the young woman replied.

The young woman suddenly turned her head to look at Green and said to the young girl: "Even strangers flirt with you for no reason, what else do you want to react? I really don't know what you are thinking."

The young woman shook her head.

The middle-aged woman moved slowly, as if she had some abdominal pain. She covered her abdomen, bent over, her face was pale, there was some sweat on her forehead, and her lips were colorless. She was the slowest to open the door.

She was also the slowest.

She saw the blood on the ground and was stunned for a moment.

"Who died?"

the middle-aged woman asked.

No one answered.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, pressed her abdomen and opened the bloody door. Inside the door was a larger piece of blood and a body with a severed head. From the head, it can be seen that this is the young boy.

"Oh my God, what on earth is going on? I didn't hear any sound last night, as if everyone was asleep. I didn't hear the bustle after 8 o'clock that the boss said."

The middle-aged woman was shocked and angry, and a little panicked. She stepped on a blood stain and fell to the ground. She covered her coccyx and it seemed that she accidentally broke her spine.

The expression on her face became wrinkled, and it was obvious that she was in pain.

"I don't know, I don't know."

The young girl shook her head.

"We are not here for any serious business, and he died so tragically. We didn't hear any sound yesterday, so it's obvious that it wasn't done by a human."

The young woman said, spreading her hands.

"If it wasn't a human, what else could it be? I thought the reason we encountered those things before was that someone wanted to play a prank on us and gathered us here, saying that they were just playing a joke on us and letting us go."

The middle-aged woman opened her eyes wide, revealing an innocent expression that had nothing to do with her age. The words she said proved the truth of her expression, as if she really thought so.

The young woman was choked by her innocence and couldn't help coughing.

"I didn't think there are people like you in the world who only grow older but not smarter, and that you can come here. It's really strange.

I'm sorry, I've never seen this before, so I overreacted. I'm not targeting you.

I just think that there are people like you in the world, and we should really be grateful to the Creator for creating and loving even such people.

God is so kind and generous that the world is so vast."

After a long time, the young woman raised her face, which was red from coughing, and laughed out loud. Tears came out of her eyes from laughing, and she looked like she couldn't help herself.

The middle-aged woman blushed, limped to her feet and walked back to the door of her room: "I don't think this is so funny."

"This is really nothing. This young woman must be too mean to have such high demands for this kind of thing. This is our first time here, and we don't come here every day."

The young girl comforted the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman nodded and took the young girl's hand. The two of them leaned on each other, like a mother and daughter.

However, this scene also made people hallucinate. In the previous scene where the middle-aged woman and the young boy were pulled together, the young boy died that night.

I don't know if the young girl can survive tonight.

However, it is also possible that the person who died was the middle-aged woman. It's hard to say. After all, before death, who knows who died?

Green looked at them and shook his head.

"They say three women make a drama, and I've seen it now."

Craigie whispered in Green's ear.

"We can't stay here forever, can we? I think it's morning now, we should go out for a meal."

Green said to Craigie.

"I think so too, let's go out together, if there is food, we can eat together, if not, then forget it."

Craigie nodded.

"What after that? Do you have to come back? While it's daytime now, I want to go out for a walk, are you willing to accompany me?"

Green asked.

"Of course."

Craigie nodded.

They went downstairs together and found the boss at a table on the first floor.

"Excuse me, do you have breakfast here?"

Green asked.

"Of course, of course, there is not only breakfast here, but also dinner. In fact, there are three meals a day. You can order them in your room. The phone on your bedside table can call me."

The boss said with a smile.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

"Really?"

Green asked.

"Yes, but the waiter will knock on the door three times and then put the food at the door. You just wait until it is quiet outside, open the door and take the food in. You don't even need to meet. "

The boss nodded repeatedly.

"Is it a good thing not to meet?"

Green asked.

"Of course, because we had a disease here a long time ago. The disease is contagious once people meet each other, so to avoid being infected, we try not to meet

each other. Small hotels like ours often receive foreign tourists, and to avoid the situation from escalating, we have the waiter send you to the door, drop off your things, and leave without you meeting each other.

Some guests are very satisfied with our service and will give us five-star reviews because they think it is a very happy thing not to have to see the waiter who comes to deliver things.

I thought about it, maybe they think it is safe and peaceful not to meet the waiter."

The boss nodded.

"What if you hear four knocks on the door at night?"

Craigie showed a curious look.

"We have a saying here that if you hear four knocks on the door at night, you must not open it, because those who knock four times at night are ghosts, not humans."

The boss nodded and replied.