Yuan Qingli suddenly remembered that when she got on the elevator, the doors had closed and then suddenly opened again by themselves. She had thought it was a sensor malfunction, but now she realized that a ghost must have entered.
As she was pondering, the other person almost touched Yuan Qingli's nose, their expression both serious and sinister: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome to Yihong Courtyard. I live in 1304. Come visit me!"
After speaking, it floated to the side and gradually became transparent. However, upon closer inspection, a faint shadow could still be seen.
Is this your neighbor who lives next door?
Openly and legitimately inviting yourself to come and play?
In a place like the Grand View Garden, using the word "play" is truly profound.
If your tone were a little more alluring and seductive, I might actually go and have some fun.
Unfortunately, these eerie words can't be played even if you want to.
Yuan Qingli kept her eyes straight ahead, but her heart was pounding.
"Ding." The 12th floor has been reached, and another blurry figure floats in.
It seems this place is inextricably linked to ghosts...
The figure who had just entered reached out and pressed 18. Upon seeing the number 13, the blurry figure trembled.
Yuan Qingli frowned.
"Ding—" We've arrived at the 13th floor.
The figure that entered from behind unconsciously leaned against the innermost wall. A distortion appeared in the air; the ghost that had greeted Yuan Qingli had clearly already left.
As Yuan Qingli stepped out of the elevator, a musty smell silently entered her nostrils—a smell of dust and sweat that had fermented in the enclosed space for years.
The corridor in front of us, to be precise, is more like a cave.
Large particles of dust were visible to the naked eye in the air, and a hazy red light mixed with wisps of green light poured down from the ceiling of the corridor.
Yuan Qingli looked a little dazed. The green plants on both sides had grown up to the ceiling, indicating that they hadn't been cleaned for many years.
She lifted her foot, then landed with a dull thud. Yuan Qingli lowered her head, dust swirling and swirling around her feet.
This must be at least twenty years' worth of savings, right?
The elevator doors behind her slowly closed, and through the narrow gap, Yuan Qingli actually saw a trace of fear on that ghost face!
Just as he was wondering if he had missed any clues, a message suddenly appeared before his eyes: [Half an hour has passed, kind system notification: the item you are looking for is here.]
A yellow dot of light was flashing in front of me. Based on my initial assessment, this prop should be on the 18th floor.
The first thing Yuan Qingli does when checking into a hotel is to look for a fire escape map; this is a good habit of hers.
The moment the light disappeared, Yuan Qingli suddenly felt a pang of fear, as the three rules of Yihong Courtyard echoed in her ears.
"Going to the thirteenth floor of the hotel is prohibited."
The rules prohibit going to the 13th floor of the hotel, but she not only wants to go in, she also wants to stay there. How does that work?
At this moment, the air inside the enclosed passage suddenly distorted, and the window that was originally clearly visible to the camera shifted slightly, leaving only half of it visible.
The temperature inside the passage suddenly dropped, and Yuan Qingli felt goosebumps rise all over her body. A cold wind blew slowly from behind her earlobe.
Yuan Qingli resisted the urge to turn back. Her eyes quickly scanned the wall next to the elevator, her gaze shifting.
A storage room with a crack in it, 1301, 1302, 1303, 1304...
She quickly found the direction of 1305.
Room 1305 was near the end of the corridor, and unfortunately, it was right behind me.
Yuan Qingli held her breath, clenched her right fist, and suddenly turned around with a whooshing sound. She immediately controlled her facial muscles and put on a gentle and bright smile: "Hello."
There was no living creature in sight. But the chilling wind still lingered behind my ears.
Taking a step forward, kicking up dust, Yuan Qingli quickly ran to her room, swiped her card to enter.
The moment the door closed, several pairs of red dots appeared in the dark red corridor, met Yuan Qingli's gaze, and then vanished without a trace.
The environment inside the room relieved Yuan Qingli. If it were the same as outside, she could even skip the blanket and sleep covered in decades of dust.
Just as I was about to lift my foot, pain shot through my ankle.
Yuan Qingli felt a sense of foreboding; a hard, cold touch was gripping her ankle tightly.
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