Yuan Qingli quickly swept the surrounding area, then stood back and finally saw the letter on the floor.
These characters are written in a messy hand, with some strokes not even finished, which shows the writer's anxious state of mind.
Run fast!
Who will save us?
These few words weighed heavily on Yuan Qingli's heart.
Who are "we"? Are we guests who arrived before them? Or did something else happen here?
After calming down, Yuan Qingli read the two lines of text over and over again.
This could be a clue. Yuan Qingli kept it in mind.
Covering herself with the carpet, putting the cleaning tools back in the storage room, and removing her gear, Yuan Qingli limped into the elevator and pressed the number 18.
She never expected that cleaning would take her a full two hours. And me? I've actually gotten addicted to it?
...
"What should we do? If we spend money, we'll die. If we don't spend money, we can't complete the mission and will never be able to leave!" A fearful and trembling voice rang out in room 1808.
Another short-haired girl sneered, "To die beneath a peony is to die romantically, even as a ghost. It's a man's nature; who can you blame?"
Although she was very scared at first, she has gradually gotten used to it now.
Fear did not allow her to survive in this game.
“Miss Zhuang, you can’t blame it all on gender. The name ‘Yihong Courtyard’ is already suggestive. There are no restaurants or drinks here, so the only way to consume is…” The speaker was Lin Shaojie, the bespectacled man. He didn’t finish his sentence, but those who knew, understood.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong."
Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting their discussion.
The three exchanged a glance and remained silent in tacit agreement.
Chicken Claw Student Xia Tianyou murmured, deliberately lowering his voice, and asked the other two, "Is it...is it a ghost..."
He was trembling all over as he spoke, and the wound on his left hand was haphazardly bandaged, making him look quite shabby.
A little blood seeped through the gauze. Perhaps because of his greater fear, Xia Tianyou didn't think this little bit of pain was anything.
Lin Shaojie shook his head. He didn't know whether it was a ghost or a person.
Zhuang Xiangyi held her breath and turned to look at the door. Behind the door...
A flat, round sphere, clearly black and white, slipped in through the crack in the door.
Although it had been flattened, the black circle in the middle of the white circle still moved, staring intently at the three people, with blood-red liquid dripping from the sphere.
"Ouch!!!"
Xia Tianyou was the first to scream, but Zhuang Xiangyi quickly covered her mouth.
Immediately afterwards, a ding-dong sound rang out from outside the door, and the three of them stared at the crack in the door at the same time.
What will roll in this time?
To their surprise, after holding their breath and waiting for a short while, a clear female voice came from outside: "Chicken claw... oh no, Xia Tianyou, are you still alive? I'm Yuan Qingli, the one who helped you get the room key today."
Xia Tianyou huddled behind Lin Shaojie, feeling both fear and pain. After hearing Yuan Qingli's words, he felt his hand throb again.
Lin Shaojie was the only one of the three present who made eye contact with Yuan Qingli. After witnessing Yuan Qingli's abilities, he naturally wanted to cooperate with her, and it would be even better if he could be carried by her.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief and was about to open the door.
Zhuang Xiangyi quickly grabbed his arm and shook her head solemnly: "No."
"Why?" Lin Shaojie asked in a low voice.
“Her room key is 1305. Forgot? The system warned us that we are prohibited from going to the 13th floor. We still don’t know what the 13th floor is. Yuan Qingli lives on the 13th floor. Who knows if she is dead or alive? If she is dead, then the Yuan Qingli outside is very likely a ghost in disguise,” Zhuang Xiangyi analyzed.
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