5It’s three o’clock in the morning.

Jiang Ji was suddenly awakened by the system: [The host's subconscious mind has been invaded. Do you want to activate the shielding mode? ]

“…”

It’s late at night, can’t people sleep?

Jiang Ji opened her dead eyes and didn't want to speak until the system asked again. Then she weakly replied "yes" in her heart.

[OK host, shielding mode has been activated. ]

Sensing her depression, the system fell silent after it finished speaking.

There are many kinds of subconscious invasions. One is the invasion of dreams by microscopic butterflies. Many ghosts with similar abilities will choose to quietly invade in the middle of the night when the mind's defense is weakest, polluting the human spiritual world.

Another way is to pull the human subconscious into dreams.

What we see before us obviously belongs to the second type.

The ghost story detection equipment in the hotel is connected to the headquarters' weird security technology prevention management center, which monitors weird and abnormal fluctuations within the coverage area 24 hours a day, and will issue an early warning once the critical value is reached.

Now that a strange story has befallen this hotel, and the detection equipment did not give any advance warning, there is a high probability that it was interfered with by humans. I just don't know whether the problem lies with the security management center or the management of this hotel.

Squeak, squeak, squeak——

Jiang Ji heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

This hotel is specially used to accommodate people with special abilities. In order to avoid unnecessary friction during their stay, the accommodations for people with special abilities are arranged in scattered places. The occupancy rate of Jiang Ji and her colleagues' floor is less than half.

The high-end hotel has excellent soundproofing, and no noise can be heard during peak hours, but the footsteps were particularly clear.

Click, click.

The soles of the shoes seemed to be stained with water and made a squeaking sound, a thin and sharp sound, like the squeaking sounds of children's shoes.

It wandered along the corridor of this floor, stopped in front of each door for a while, and then knocked on the door, exactly four times each time.

"Are you asleep? It's me. Do you have any water in your room? My skin is so dry..." The hoarse voice outside the door kept repeating these words, but at this time people were basically asleep, and of course no one opened the door.

Jiang Ji recognized the voice as that of a psychic from Nikko City.

These psychics are not very familiar with the psychics in other branches. They don’t talk much and always wear hats on their heads, even indoors.

Jiang Ji didn't have much contact with them, but during the daytime class, they were called out by Instructor Wen to demonstrate new weapons on the shooting range. She secretly used her supernatural powers to test them, but found nothing unusual during the day.

The knocking stopped in front of Jiang Ji's door.

A cold wind blew.

Jiang Ji remembered that she closed the window before going to bed, but now the window was wide open. There was a shadow swaying under her eyelids, and something brushed across her face lightly, making her feel itchy, and a cold breath sprayed on her face.

A rotten smell with a strong fishy smell.

During the day, the other party was attending classes normally, there was no strange smell on his body, and he passed both tests successfully.

When the rotten smell gradually faded away and footsteps were heard in the corridor, Jiang Ji opened her eyes again and directly used her ability. In the future she predicted, she followed the footsteps and walked out.

She saw a layer of red substance floating in the air in the corridor of this floor. It was not the kind of granular smog or cursed insects, but like flowing water vapor, which felt cool on her face.

Once it enters the body, she will feel a little sleepy. This extremely covert invasion will be blocked by the system as long as it approaches her skin. The sleepiness suddenly disappears and her mind becomes extremely clear.

Jiang Ji followed the squeaking footsteps and came to the end of the corridor. What he saw was an empty room with only a piece of skin moving around.

There were obscure words and pictures drawn on the human skin.

This kind of pattern is first tattooed on the body of a living person, who is then fixed upright on a wooden stake. A small hole is drilled on the crown of the head, the skin and flesh are separated with a knife, and mercury is then poured little by little into the crack between the skin and flesh to ensure its integrity.

The dead mutant walked all the way to the hotel restaurant, turned on the faucet and poured water on his skin. The dry skin quickly became plump and looked exactly the same as it did during the day.

There's just a small hole under the hair, no wonder you have to wear a hat.

At the same time Jiang Ji saw clearly, the other party also discovered her.

The human skin covered with patterns directly covered him, and the blood in his body was quickly sucked away. The scene was shattered in the blood...

When Jiang Ji regained consciousness, he soon noticed the sound of breathing in the room. A clear and pleasant voice said, "Stop pretending to sleep."

Jiang Ji opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. On the sofa in the corner, there was a figure sitting with his legs crossed. He was hidden in the darkness and it was hard to spot him without careful observation, but the pink hair ruined his hiding place.

Yin Zhuyue doesn't appear in many scenes in the comics, and he is always mentioned indirectly by the main characters. Jiang Ji is not familiar with him and is a little socially anxious in the middle of the night.

She asked quietly, "Why is Captain Yin here?"

Yin Zhuyue raised his phone and shook it. The screen, which was set to the highest brightness, was particularly dazzling to him. Jiang Ji squinted his eyes to see that it was an online taxi order: "I was assigned to track down the whereabouts of the Pure Church members in Kyoto. I accidentally selected the wrong address just now, so I was sent here."

Jiang Ji: “…”

This is a reason I never imagined.

It just happens to be so perfect.

She would definitely not believe it if other people said this, but she actually thought it was quite normal when Yin Zhuyue said this. After all, he was indeed "lucky" enough. He might encounter a wanted criminal by just entering an Internet cafe.

If you accidentally take the wrong taxi, you may also witness strange stories happening in the hotel.

Jiang Ji pointed outside the door: "What was that just now?"

"The human skin ghost is made with a special technique. A complete piece of human skin is cut out while the person is still alive, and the ghost can disguise himself as the corresponding person for a short period of time."

Yin Zhuyue patiently explained, "They killed the superpowers from Riguang City who came to Beijing this time, and used human skin ghosts to delay time. If nothing unexpected happens, they should soon target the headquarters.

For this training, the other branches only sent the supernaturals on the high-potential list to Beijing for training, but in fact, it was not just them. The captains of the various city branches had also secretly arrived in Kyoto. "

Ying Huai is here too?

Jiang Ji remained calm: "Why are you telling me this?"

"The headquarters needs to deal with them, and you are needed." Yin Zhuyue changed the subject, "Rather than talking about this, I am more curious about how other psychics are all deeply trapped in dreams, so why are you not affected?"

Jiang Ji remained calm: "I am a cultivator and I sleep late."

Yin Zhuyue's eyes said, "You keep making up stories. Keep making up stories."