Chapter 308: Inhuman (116) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]
The door of the next room was pushed open, and Nianyu and Xiaoying walked out.
Xiaoying looked like she was still sleepy. She was rubbing her eyes when she pushed open the door and asked, "Good morning."
Nian Yu held a room card in her hand, yawned, closed the door, and waved to everyone.
"Why are you all up? Am I not late?" The door of the room next to him was hastily pushed open. Hong Conghua put on his coat and looked around the door. Seeing that the staff were still in the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh, I thought I was late and you all went downstairs."
"I tried to contact the main characters this morning, but found that I couldn't get through to them. Did they all go back after I sent out that Weibo?" Hong Conghua said softly in a low voice.
"That's perfect!" The yellow-haired guy slapped his thigh, "The show can be recorded normally next time, right? That thing has gone with them, right?"
"Maybe..." Hong Conghua touched his chin and didn't dare to say anything too definite.
"It's 4:50, hurry up and leave," the attendant shouted from the end of the corridor, "The elevator can only carry eleven or twelve people at a time. If you dawdle any longer, you'll be too late."
The staff in the corridor quickly packed up their things and walked towards the elevator in twos and threes.
"Has Brother Ersi gone down?" Several members of the logistics team looked around and saw the guests still standing at the door of the room. They hurried over and called out, "Brother, why haven't you gone down yet? The elevator is coming soon, you go first."
"Let's go now," Bai Jinshu glanced at the time. It was indeed not too early, so he did not refuse and hurried towards the elevator. "Is Director Qiao downstairs?"
"They should be there," the staff member glanced at his phone, "Director Qiao has started urging us in the group chat to hurry over. We have to light the first incense at 5 o'clock."
Hong Conghua shook his head and yawned one after another: "Where do we burn incense?"
Several other guests also looked over curiously.
Bai Jinshu and the staff member spoke at the same time.
"The banquet hall on the first floor."
"The banquet hall downstairs."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
"Oh, they booked the banquet hall," Hong Conghua yawned again, his voice unclear due to sleepiness, "I thought Director Qiao just found an empty space downstairs. Ersi, did you two go to see the banquet hall last night?"
She glanced at Bai Jinshu dazedly and said, "That's strange. It's already past one o'clock, so why aren't you sleepy at all?"
"That's right!" Huang Mao joined in the indignation as if he had found his group. "Not only does he sleep at one and get up at four and not feel sleepy at all, he doesn't even have dark circles under his eyes. This is too unfair!"
"Yeah, it's so unfair..." Hong Conghua leaned on Xiaoying's shoulder, "I should have washed my face with cold water after I got up. I'm so sleepy now that I'm afraid I'll fall to the ground while burning incense."
"I have some wet wipes here," Nian Yu took out a wet wipe from her pocket and stuffed it into Hong Conghua's hand, "Wipe your face to wake you up."
"Thank you, thank you." Hong Conghua waved his hand and couldn't wait to open the wet wipes and rub his face.
The elevator door opened and a gust of cold wind rushed in.
The lobby on the first floor is equipped with central air conditioning, which was turned on high. It was several degrees colder than the corridor upstairs. Everyone in the elevator shivered and finally woke up.
Huangmao and Hong Conghua walked towards the front while asking where the banquet hall was.
Bai Jinshu stood at the back of the elevator and waited until everyone had left before stepping out thoughtfully.
Something is wrong.
Director Qiao never told them where the opening ceremony would be held this morning. The other guests all had no idea where it was, so how did he know?
Hong Conghua also said that he went to see the banquet hall last night, and said that he did not sleep until after one o'clock, so she also met herself at around one o'clock last night.
The staff walked towards the banquet hall. Bai Jinshu followed behind everyone with his head lowered, thinking as he walked.
Huangmao and Hong Conghua both met him last night. Huangmao didn't know how they met, but it was obvious that when Hong Conghua met him, he came out of the elevator and was walking towards the room.
That is to say, the person Hong Conghua met was actually the person who pretended to be himself and was dealt with by [17] last night.
Let’s not talk about what happened to [17] for now. The biggest problem now is that after [17] killed the thing that pretended to be him, his memories appeared in his mind.
What about Herbix?
Bai Jinshu turned to look at him, but before he could ask, the other party seemed to understand what he meant. He nodded slightly, put his hand on his shoulder, leaned over and lowered his voice: "When I woke up in the morning, I found that I suddenly had a memory of entering a room and being killed."
A memory of the thing that imitated himself also appeared in his mind.
Bai Jinshu's eyes flashed. That means that by killing the person who imitates him, he can obtain his memory.
What if the person who copied them killed them?
While he was deep in thought, he felt a hand on his shoulder suddenly pulling him.
"This way." Herbiskus grabbed him and led him to the right.
Bai Jinshu looked up and saw that he was walking with his head down, thinking, and subconsciously walked away from the crowd and took the wrong road.
"Ersi? Come on, both of you!"
When Director Qiao saw the two people, he quickly checked the time, pulled them to the front of the crowd, and stuffed three incense sticks into each of their hands: "Take it, take it. I'll go see if everyone is here."
Bai Jinshu took the incense and didn't pay any attention to what Director Qiao said next.
"Give me the incense." Herbisk took the three incense sticks from him, and then waited for the staff in front to light them before stuffing them back into his hand, whispering, "Be careful not to burn your hands."
Bai Jinshu took the incense and nodded, his thoughts immersed in last night again.
It was not until the end of the opening ceremony that Bai Jinshu breathed a sigh of relief when Herbiskus supported his shoulders and walked out of the banquet hall with him.
"Have you thought it through?" Herbisk asked in a low voice.
Ersi was a little absent-minded when he got up early this morning. He was worried that the other party had killed someone last night and had just recovered after a night, so he did not disturb him too much.
But the more he behaved, the less it seemed like he was frightened, or feeling regretful or anything like that.
Instead, it seems like he is thinking about something.
When he thought about the memory that suddenly popped up in his mind, it became clear what Ersi was thinking.
The memories of the two people he killed last night appeared in their minds, and after the two people died, their bodies and bloodstains mysteriously disappeared.
So were those really the only two people who showed up last night?
Bai Jinshu curled his lips: "That's about right."
It certainly wasn't that simple last night.
Not only was he awake, Huangmaohe was awake, and Hong Conghua was awake as well.
If the person who had been imitating them came last night, then the fact that these two were still awake at this hour must have meant something had happened.
"Is there anything to eat?" The yellow-haired man's voice sounded, "I'm starving at this time. Can I eat this tribute?"
"This is all cold. Brother Huangmao, why don't you eat something hot? The buffet restaurant is on the third floor," a staff member reminded him. "They opened more than three hours earlier this morning, and we all came down after eating."
"Let's go, let's go," Hong Conghua hurried forward, "I was starving when I was praying just now."
The two men walked upstairs like starving ghosts. There was a staircase leading to the third floor in the hall. A group of staff were waiting in front of the elevator. The two men were too lazy to wait for the elevator and walked directly towards the stairs in the middle of the hall.
Bai Jinshu's eyes followed the two people up and then dropped down thoughtfully.
The bodies of the four victims in the first two murders did not disappear. Based on the surveillance footage, they inferred that the two groups of people were killed by people who imitated them, so the dead must be real victims.
That is to say, if these things that imitate them kill the real owner, even if they get the real owner's body, the real owner's body will not disappear.
These two men went to have breakfast so casually. They lived with two other staff members and looked fearless, not at all afraid that others would find the bodies in their room.
Either they didn't encounter the thing pretending to be them, or they just killed the other side like himself and Herbisk, and the bodies and bloodstains of the other side all disappeared.
There is also a worst-case scenario where the person imitating them killed both of them and then disposed of the bodies.
However, Bai Jinshu felt that this possibility was not very high.
After all, judging from the previous two murders, these things didn't know how to deal with corpses at all. After killing someone, they simply left the body where it was, as if they were fearless, but it was more like they had no concept of "dealing with corpses to cover up evidence" in their minds.
But just in case, Bai Jinshu pulled Herbisk's tie and lowered his voice close to Herbisk's ear: "Did you hear any noise last night? For example, a very loud sound of water, or a collision, or very loud music?"
Huangmao and Hong Conghua are ordinary people, but Huangmao is a racing driver and is very strong, and Hong Conghua has a body of muscles that have been recognized by a diving coach and come from nowhere. If they want to kill the opponent, although it is a bit difficult, it is not impossible.
However, as the real perpetrators, the noise made by the novice killings would be quite loud, and as imitators, a large amount of water would be needed to deal with the corpses.
In order to cover up the sound, it is very likely that loud music will be played to cover it up.
Herbisk was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Last night... was very quiet."
"Are you sure?" Bai Jinshu was confused for a moment.
The other party paused for a few seconds: "... OK."
That's strange.
Bai Jinshu slowly stood up.
The rooms of several guests are adjacent to each other, which means that his room is next to Hong Conghua's room, and opposite is Huangmao and Nianyu Xiaoying's room.
Not to mention the other two people, if Hong Conghua encountered these things, it would be impossible for Herbisk to not hear the sound.
Could it be that they were the only two who encountered this thing last night?
The two of them lined up in front of the elevator. When the elevator reached the lounge floor, Bai Jinshu walked past his own door and knocked on the door of Hong Conghua's room next to him: "Is anyone there?"
"Wait a minute," a girl's voice came from the room, "Who is it? The door is not locked, just push it."
Bai Jinshu tried to push the door, and the hotel room door was quickly opened. A girl was typing on a computer in front of the lazy sofa inside the door. She should be the girl in the later stage who lived in the same room with Hong Conghua.
"Brother Ersi?" She raised her head and blinked. She must have thought it was a staff member knocking on the door, but she didn't expect it was him.
"Someone's here," Bai Jinshu smiled at her, "She and Huangmao went to eat. I came up to get them a coat."
"Oh, oh, oh," the editing girl waved her hand and said casually, "Her coat is the one hanging on the hanger at the door. Brother Ersi, just come in and get it."
The girl's attitude was very calm.
Bai Jinshu walked in and got his coat, glanced around the room, then walked out of the room with understanding and left the door ajar.
There were no traces of anything in the room, no bloodstains or dents on the walls, and even the few ornaments at the door were placed neatly on the shelf in the hallway.
He knocked on Huangmao's door again using the same excuse, and found that the staff member in Huangmao's room had not gone back. Finally, a staff member passing by saw him knocking on the door and came over to say that the two of them were having dinner downstairs.
"What do you think?" Herbisk asked in a low voice after seeing him holding his coat and thinking after knocking on the door.
"Last night... Hong Conghua might be fine, but Huangmao must have encountered something," Bai Jinshu said softly, looking around at the staff in the corridor, "Let's go and take a look."
He just sorted out his memories in his mind and found that in addition to the part about walking in the corridor last night, there was also a part about leaving the roller coaster in the amusement park.
Sure enough, the person in the surveillance video that day was this guy.
Now that the person is dead and all the memories have been transferred to him, there is no evidence to prove these things.
Now that it's dead, it doesn't matter what it wanted to do or what it had done.
His biggest question here became who was that [17] from last night?
And this thing is now obviously imitating their appearance and waiting for an opportunity to kill them, so should he tell others about this matter, including how to deal with it?
After all, this thing may have returned to their original world with Hong Conghua's update. If it has already returned, it doesn't matter whether he says it or not.
But if he didn't go back, the only way he could come up with by accident was to kill someone. Even if the person on the other side was not a human, at best it could only be considered a humanoid species, and would completely disappear after death, ordinary people would not be able to get over it.
Moreover, he was not able to do it himself, but an unknown person [17] was using his body, but to the outside world it was just him.
If this solution were to be made public, Herbisk would not tell others because of his relationship with Herbisk, but the same might not be true for the other guests.
Bai Jinshu was thinking while taking Hong Conghua's clothes downstairs, and just happened to meet a few people walking out of the buffet restaurant.
"Your coat," Bai Jinshu handed the coat to Hong Conghua, "I just ran into the girl in your room when I went upstairs. I remembered that you didn't have a coat on, so I brought it down for you."
"Oh, thank you," Hong Conghua put on his coat and said excitedly, "I can't sleep now because I got up. I plan to go to the beach to watch the sunrise. Ersi, do you want to come with us?"
"No need," Bai Jinshu waved his hand, "I'll just fill my stomach and go back to sleep. Are you alone?"
"I'll ask Nianyu and Xiaoying," Hong Conghua shook his hair, "Huangmao won't go either, he also said he's too lazy to go out."
"It's still a long way from here to the beach, and the electric cars aren't in operation yet. It's so tiring to walk there," Huang Mao yawned and said disdainfully, "Anyway, the production crew will ask us to go to that cliff to watch the sunrise sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether we watch it early or late."
"Wasn't that observation deck blocked by the police?" Bai Jinshu said casually.
"Well, it will be solved sooner or later, right?" Huang Mao said calmly after thinking for a while. "After all, no one died in that area, and it is also one of the important attractions in the scenic area. If we can't find anything, then the mystery will be solved."
Bai Jinshu nodded and watched the two people walk away.
Huangmao doesn’t usually seem like the kind of person who wouldn’t go somewhere just because it’s far away, but he remembered that the person who was seen leaving with two fans on that day was another “Huangmao”.
Could it be that he obtained that person's memory and knew how he led people down the cliff, so he was sure that the police would not find anything?
If Huangmao also killed someone last night, would he tell others about this solution?
All of his speculations were based on the fact that he killed the imitator last night and obtained his memory. Could it be that Huangmao also guessed what they did last night and then associated it with Hong Conghua who also did not sleep until after one in the morning?
"I got you some custard buns and soy milk," Herbiskus said as he sat down with the plate in his hand. "I remember you don't mind eating these."
Bai Jinshu nodded, put aside these thoughts for the time being and ate some breakfast.
The filming of this program was full of mysteries. He almost forgot that he was recording a program. It was like he was working overtime.
Bai Jinshu complained a few words in his heart, and then paused strangely.
He looked up at Herbisk for several minutes.
"What's wrong?" Herbix looked up.
"Strange." Bai Jinshu lowered his eyes and recalled everyone's movements and performances over the past few days.
strangeness.
These six people include an actor, a racing driver, a cartoonist, a botanist, an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, and a president of a business circle. Logically, they have all made certain achievements in their respective fields, and their lives, if not smooth sailing, are at least good.
They are all ordinary people.
The ordinary people here refer to ordinary people who are different from those with special experiences. Everyone lives in a society ruled by law, has their own jobs, and has not experienced any earth-shaking events.
Then why, when faced with these bizarre things, can everyone come together so naturally to analyze the situation and find countermeasures, and even when the situation develops to the point where they kill people with their own hands, these people can still remain calm?
He had a very subtle sense of disconnection.
There is a sense of disconnection between the behavior, actions and thoughts of these people and their identities.
If he had discovered these things before, he would probably have just muttered a few words in his heart saying that everyone probably has a secret.
But with the appearance of this thing that imitated them, he gradually developed subtle doubts.
*
The program crew's shooting schedule today is to experience intangible cultural heritage projects.
At the beginning, Director Qiao’s plan was to have everyone go to the experience center of the resort and then experience the projects in the restored ethnic village.
But after the experience of having accidents wherever they went in the past few days, not to mention Director Qiao, the six guests didn't dare to go to other places to record the show. Director Qiao simply moved all the equipment into the villa and planned to record directly at this venue.
To be on the safe side, after the teachers invited from the experience center died, the program crew also specifically asked several teachers whether they had any underlying diseases, whether they had physical examinations in recent months, and whether their indicators were normal. They were afraid that someone would suddenly die of a serious illness in front of the camera during the recording process, which would confirm the reputation of their entire program team as the "Death Coming" crew.
Fortunately, the teachers were all girls in their twenties and thirties. They had regular lifestyles, no bad habits, and no health problems, which made everyone in the crew feel relieved.
Several guests also breathed a sigh of relief, each with their own ulterior motives.
Hong Conghua fiddled with various filming materials before the shooting started, and said idly, "Now that everyone has been sent away, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Of course not!" Huang Mao crossed his legs as if he had been resurrected, "We will definitely be able to finish filming the show smoothly in the next nine days."
"Take your words," Nianyu's AI voice was faint, "If something goes wrong again, Director Qiao won't be able to handle it."
Director Qiao seemed to have aged ten years in the past four days. He probably had never seen a crew with so much going on.
I don’t know if it was God’s mercy or if everything was really alright, but after recording for a whole noon and afternoon, nothing really happened.
The production crew sent off three teachers who were halfway through the intangible cultural heritage project. After watching them return home, the entire set was in an uproar.
The staff members looked like it was New Year's Eve, and Director Qiao's face was also filled with joy. He kept muttering to me that it was all because of the failure to hold the opening ceremony. Look, won't everything go smoothly if you just pray?
Everyone was cleaning up the recording site quickly. Director Qiao was in a good mood and stopped smoking. He held up the phone and discussed the next recording location with the resort's senior management.
Six guests were also sitting in the living room of the villa. Huangmao became more and more convinced that nothing happened because she had sent away all the people from the comics, including the villains, who were also sent back to their hometowns.
Bai Jinshu nodded, and for the first time he hoped that what Huangmao said was true.
Just as everyone was watching the staff clean up the scene, Nian Yu suddenly waved to everyone and sent a message in the group: [My colleague asked for me about the things you said you wanted to check a few days ago.]
Before everyone had time to react to what they were looking for, they saw Nian Yu forwarding a chat record in the group:
[Nian Yu, the person who survived the second murder case you mentioned, Tian Gao Hai Kuo, I asked the police who were added during our investigation last time, but they didn't give too many details. They said that this person didn't seem to have left the resort, but just moved to a different hotel.]
[But why did you ask him? They had closed the second murder case, so I asked him a few more questions. He told me that if you are curious about this, there is really no reversal. The two victims just hacked each other to death. It's just that they suspected that this man did it during the investigation, but he has a concrete alibi, and everyone was watching during the live broadcast. ]
[I heard him complain that the family members of the deceased were very strange. Other people whose family members died would either cry or feel miserable for several days, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He was completely different from the one in the live broadcast that day.]
[When they asked him several times to confirm the details, he was even very impatient and refused to allow the police to enter the room where he was on vacation. How could someone be impatient with the police investigation after his wife and son died? It was weird anyway.]
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