Meanwhile, take a proper rest.
Xiao Lan, who was fast asleep, was suddenly awakened by a shrill scream.
The sound seemed to be very close to her.
It's right next door.
The room next door is that of the high school girl.
If it weren't for the check-in rules on the first floor, Xiao Lan would definitely have opened the door to check on the situation.
Now, I can only apologize to that little girl.
She walked to the wall and listened intently.
After listening for a few minutes, all I could hear were faint "uh uh uh" sounds, like the suffocating feeling of having my throat stuffed with cotton wool and unable to speak.
Xiao Lan hadn't felt anything while she was sleeping, but now, standing in the room, she suddenly felt a chill all around her.
The bone-chilling cold left her somewhat dazed.
Xiao Lan gave up eavesdropping, quickly climbed back into bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and covered her head.
All was silent, except for the sound of her heartbeat, which resembled the continuous bursts of fireworks in the distance, one after another, piercing through her unease.
She slowly peeked out half her face, her eyes scanning the window.
For safety reasons, the curtains were not fully drawn previously.
Through the clean glass, the moonlight that was previously faintly visible outside was now silently swallowed by the darkness.
Dark and thick.
She can't see anything.
Immediately afterwards, a chilling sound echoed down the corridor.
That was a heavy, sticky footstep.
The footsteps were quite slow, like a gourmet struggling to choose ingredients.
Pat, pat, pat.
It felt like some rotten flesh was falling off my body, *splat*, *plop*.
Then came a burp. It was like myself, having come to the kitchen in the middle of the night to find food, and the body's satisfied signal after filling my stomach with delicious food.
Reason told Xiao Lan that she shouldn't make a sound, nor should she let herself pay too much attention to the sound.
Article 2 of the Accommodation Rules.
2. If you hear strange noises in the room, ignore them.
Ignore it, ignore it.
Xiao Lan took a slow breath, trying to banish the terrifying thoughts that kept flashing through her mind.
Close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.
Waiting for dawn to break the next day, after seven o'clock.
Xiao Lan did not sleep soundly.
Incredibly, she slept soundly until dawn.
She opened her eyes; it was just past 6:30. Xiao Lan listened to the gentle breeze outside the window but dared not move.
As soon as it was past seven o'clock, she quickly opened the door, ready to go downstairs to find Huang He.
The door opened, and a twisted object nearly hit her in the face.
Xiao Lan was caught off guard and was startled.
She took two steps back, and hanging from the open door was a body folded in two.
This body was bent into a standard bodybuilding pose from the waist down.
His head rested between his knees, his loose hair slightly damp, hanging down to the ground.
A thick hemp rope was threaded around his waist and he was hanging from the ceiling.
The rope on the door swayed, slowly rotating the body in one direction.
An upside-down face, wide, pale eyes, and a strange smile.
Xiao Lan felt a sense of déjà vu.
Xiao Lan looked closely again and saw the other person's face clearly. She covered her mouth, not daring to exclaim.
Zhou Yueying!
How did she die?
That youthful and vibrant face, having witnessed something, took on a bizarre and distorted appearance.
Xiao Lan bent down and went around it, her footsteps creaking on the floor, rushing towards the second floor: "Huang He! Huang He! Huang..."
"What's all the commotion about so early in the morning?" Jin Wuwu yawned as she climbed up the stairs.
Xiao Lan paid no attention to her unconventional approach, and only pointed with trembling hand to her door.
"The tourists who were with us are dead, dead..."
Jin Wuwu narrowed her eyes and looked over.
In the blink of an eye, she realized—
“It came in last night.”
...
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