After Feng Qing had free food and lodging, she began to wander.

So, she began to take an interest in things that she had never dared to buy before.

For example, a game console.

Of course, with Feng Qing's stingy personality, it was impossible for her to buy anything too good, so she bought one of similar price within her means.

But if she wanted to play with this thing, she had to find a TV.

Generally speaking, a Yokohama inn should not have such a thing as a TV.

But Feng Qing's inn really had one.

So, in the dark night, she pushed open a long-sealed room...

it was the last room on this corridor.

There is a TV in this room. It used to be a broadcasting studio. After all, this inn is quite large, and sometimes some crews need a broadcasting studio. There is a TV in the center of the room, which was used to broadcast surveillance footage.

However, this place has been abandoned for a long time. Feng Qing has only been here once or twice since she came here. She was also skeptical at first whether the TV could be used.

Who knows.

After she operated it, the TV was actually connected to the host.

Feng Qing, "!"

From then on, this place became a small secret world for Feng Qing.

Feng Qing would occasionally come over to play games when he was full and even considered buying a fitness ring. After all, the life in the inn was really fattening. However

, Feng Qing had put away all the other modern tools in the inn, except for the TV.

Because it was nailed to the wall.

But fortunately, the staff in the inn were very obedient. They followed whatever Feng Qing said and rarely came to this row of rooms.

When Feng Qing played games, he liked to pile up snacks around him, put a big bottle of Coke, cover himself with a blanket, and hold a baby warmer. Sometimes

, the baby warmer could be replaced by Li Xiaoqi.

This is how Feng Qing configured it today. She also pulled the curtains. Anyway, the room was completely dark, and the TV reflected a tragic white light of death.

This environment is an absolute vision destroyer, but isn't this the atmosphere you play games in?

"Isn't this a Mob-like game?" Feng Qing muttered as she played, "Why am I playing so badly? Could it be... I'm just too bad?"

She thought for two seconds, unwilling to admit this fact.

Feng Qing might have been a little upset by her bad performance, so she prepared to go out and find something to eat before coming back.

She turned off the TV.

Feng Qing herself was quite alert. Usually, she would turn off the TV when she went out. This was the only cautious part of Feng Qing, who had a careless personality.

Then, she prepared to go into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. When she went out, Feng Qing picked up the handle and put it on the door cabinet of the room.

However.

Not long after Feng Qing went out, a person's footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

This lonely footsteps lingered in the quiet corridor.

"Is this the last room that is not allowed to enter?"

...

Di Cong's face slowly emerged from the darkness.

For some reason, there were almost no oil lamps lit in this corridor.

Perhaps it is because there is only one person coming in and out here, the shopkeeper, who doesn't like light very much, so it is so dark here.

However, Di Cong did not feel nervous at all when walking here.

Perhaps it was because he had long been accustomed to this kind of darkness.

"What is hidden in this room?" Di Cong thought as he walked towards it.

- In fact, for a person like Di Cong, he never worries about what kind of danger he will encounter.

Because he lives in such danger every moment.

Of course, he doesn't think that the shopkeeper has any good intentions in reminding him.

Although, the shopkeeper is indeed a little different from what he imagined.

Di Cong thought he would see a particularly scary person when he came here, but the shopkeeper didn't have any murderous aura at all. How could

such a scary person not have any murderous aura?

Di Cong always found it unbelievable.

This inn was also a little different from what he imagined. He originally thought that the shopkeeper's opening of the inn was just a cover, but after staying here for a day, he found that the employees here were actually running a shop seriously.

Such a scary shopkeeper and so many scary employees were actually running an inn seriously?

How is this possible?

Therefore, this inn must be hiding some secrets.

Di Cong searched the inn roughly but couldn't find it. Finally, the place that the shopkeeper had repeatedly warned not to enter suddenly popped up in his mind.

That last room.

Before pushing open the door, Di Cong remained absolutely vigilant.

A murderous aura slightly overflowed from his body, and the knife in his hand was clenched tightly.

What on earth is hidden in this room?

He exerted a little force, and then suddenly pushed the door open.

——The room was empty, and no oil lamps were lit.

The curtains on the windows were also tightly drawn.

How could it be so quiet? He frowned slightly.

This was a little different from what he imagined.

He moved his mind, closed the door casually, and then walked into the room.

The room was in a mess, with all kinds of debris scattered all over the floor.

Di Cong looked for a while at a place that seemed to have been visited by someone.

There was a blanket, placed there in a mess, and there were some things scattered around that Di Cong couldn't understand but seemed very messy.

- It looked like something terrible had happened here.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain this terrible scene that looked like three heroes fighting.

Di Cong carefully avoided that place and walked inside.

Inside the room, there were two black boxes and a huge table.

And a black square placed on the wall in the middle of the room.

When Di Cong saw the square for the first time, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart for some reason.

Through the dim light, he seemed to see a face on the black block.

This face was familiar yet strange, exactly the same as what Di Cong saw in the bronze mirror every day.

This block can actually reflect light like the surface of the water.

If ordinary people saw such a scene, they might feel a little scared, but Di Cong is not an ordinary person.

He knows what this is.

A certain rich businessman he had killed had this thing at home. It is called a zoetrope. The rich businessman had a huge one in his house, embedded on the back of a shelf.

This thing is not something that ordinary people can have, but Di Cong was not surprised that the shopkeeper had such a thing.

The only thing that surprised him was the color of the mirror.

Black.

Why is it made in this color? He gently stroked the zoetrope. It

was as smooth and delicate as he imagined, but for some reason, it had a slight warmth.

Di Cong abruptly retracted his hand.

He was startled.

...

"Li Qi's cooking skills are incredible." Feng Qing took a bowl downstairs and put a bunch of halved duck heads in it.

Ever since Li Qi discovered that Feng Qing particularly liked to eat duck heads, he bought a bunch of duck heads on purpose, then found a recipe and learned how to halve them himself.

Feng Qing was amazed after tasting it, and now he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't eat it for a day.

"Get another popsicle. I'm going to curl up in the quilt and eat popsicle while holding my baby's hand." Feng Qing is a classic lover of alternating hot and cold. One of the great enjoyments in life is to eat popsicles on the electric blanket in the middle of winter, so her stomach problems have never been cured.

Feng Qing went upstairs with a bunch of snacks in her arms. As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, she felt something was wrong.

She frowned suddenly.

This corridor... smells like a stranger.

"Has anyone been here?" Feng Qing carefully took out her mobile phone from her pocket and walked over.

Speaking of which, Feng Qing actually doesn't have superpowers, but her sixth sense of social phobia is still very strong. She can find clues if there are strangers invading her territory.

Just as Feng Qing walked into the house, Di Cong carefully put his hand on the black diorama again.

Why is it hot?

He suspected that it was his illusion and was about to touch it again, but at this moment, he suddenly found a small red dot under the diorama.

The red dot was just blocked by the leaves of a pot of flowers, so he didn't see it, but now, the red dot seemed to indicate something uncertain.

Di Cong looked at it for a few seconds, and finally suddenly reached out and touched it.

The surface of the red dot was also that smooth diorama, and it also exuded heat.

Di Cong felt that the red dot seemed to be embedded inside.

However, after such contact, Di Cong suddenly found that the red dot turned green.

Huh? What's going on? He was confused for just a second.

As a result, at this moment, the black zoetrope in front of him suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Because of the light, Di Cong subconsciously raised his head and looked in front of him.

Then, Di Cong happened to meet a pair of blood-stained eyes.

Those eyes stared straight at him.

In those rotten eyes, there was a light that was not like a human.

Before Di Cong could react, he saw the owner of the eyes rushing towards him.

…

Feng Qing had just walked to the door, and before she could push it open, she heard a scream from inside.

She hurried into the house, and as soon as she entered, she saw the man named Di Cong screaming heartbreakingly.

And the TV was unexpectedly broken by him without her knowing when.

Feng Qing was shocked.

Fortunately, the game controller was at hand, and she quickly pressed the pause button, and the zombies on the TV stopped on one screen again.

Feng Qing walked into the house in panic, complaining.

"Didn't I tell you not to enter this last room?"