Ji Feng returned to the room and found Jian Jing sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through the files expressionlessly.

However, she was not reading at all. She flipped through the files again and again. From her hair to the lace of her socks, she exuded a dark aura of "I'm unhappy".

"Teacher Jian, are you doing your homework?" he asked with a smile.

Jian Jing rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

He couldn't tell why, but he thought she was very interesting at this moment: "Did you see anything?"

"No." She said coldly.

Ji Feng held back his laughter, put down his things, and took the cigarettes and lighter from the bedside table: "Okay, I won't disturb you from working, I'll go out for a while."

Jian Jing didn't even look at him.

About 20 minutes later, at 10:40, he came back and took away the files. He said in a relaxed tone: "Let's look at it tomorrow. Take a shower and go to bed early."

She said nonchalantly: "I like to take a shower in the morning."

"Hot water is not available until 10 o'clock in the morning." Ji Feng shook his head, unable to bear teasing her anymore, and said seriously, "Okay, I have already asked. There are only four female guests today. The others are all done. The waiter promised me to extend the hot water time to 11:15. You have half an hour. Go quickly."

Jian Jing was stunned and surprised.

Ji Feng grabbed her arm: "It's starting to thunder. Hurry up and listen."

She hesitated and said: "Are you sure?"

"I'll watch over it for you." He promised, "If someone comes, ask them to wait a while, okay?"

Jian Jing reluctantly said: "Okay." As expected,

there was no one in the bathroom downstairs. She was very satisfied. Before bolting the door, she emphasized seriously: "In view of the bad accommodation experience tonight, it was because someone took the wrong road. So, if someone wants to come in, you have to stop him even if you have to sell your body."

Ji Feng: "..."

How much do you mind taking a shower with others?

"Snap", she closed the door tightly.

The bathroom light was dim. She checked it carefully and found nothing unusual. Then she took out her slippers, disposable towels, packaged shampoo and shower gel one by one, turned on the faucet, and enjoyed the comfort of hot water.

The distant and ethereal fragrance overflowed, relaxing the tense nerves.

Then... "Ah!" A scream came from the ceiling.

The simple and quiet movement stopped abruptly.

No way?

It can't be that serious?

Someone is dead?

The hot water washed away the foam on her body.

The system did not prompt.

Great, it should not be a case.

She continued to wash with peace of mind, changed into a loose nightgown with satisfaction, and even blew her hair dry before going out.

The monsoon was still outside.

"What happened just now?" She said in a much lighter tone.

Ji Feng was puzzled: "How should I know?"

"You didn't go up to see?" Jian Jing was surprised, "Someone was shouting."

He shook his head and said meaningfully: "If I went up, maybe you would be the one shouting."

Jian Jing raised her eyebrows: "Who wants to lure the tiger away from the mountain and attack me?"

"Teacher Jian, don't be too imaginative." Ji Feng complained to her and pointed to the direction outside the window, "Look at the cars outside."

The window in the corridor faces the parking lot. There are a total of four cars parked, one of which is white and obviously has a corner collapsed.

There are several strange marks left in the depression of the tire pattern.

Like claw marks.

"It hit a zombie." Jian Jing repeated what he had heard before, and suddenly became interested, "It's really interesting."

"Indeed." Ji Feng said.

"Go upstairs and take a look."

The upstairs is quite lively.

A woman in a bathrobe said excitedly: "Zombies, definitely zombies! I saw them."

"It's so dark outside, how can you see clearly?" others questioned.

The woman in the bathrobe said excitedly: "Lightning! I saw it when the lightning struck! He was there!"

"It could just be a person, why do you think it's a zombie?" someone else interrupted.

The woman in the bathrobe paused, but was not stumped by the question. Instead, she said in a very solemn tone: "Maybe you don't believe what I said, but I did see it - a lightning bolt struck him, and he was not hurt at all! He disappeared in an instant."

She made way and ran to the window quickly: "Do you see that tree? The black spot below is where he just stood!"

Others, including Jian Jing, went over to take a look with doubt.

She zoomed in with a telescope and took a closer look. There was indeed a burnt mark from being struck by lightning. There was a tree next to it, and part of its trunk was scratched, leaving a long crack.

"Could it be that there are really zombies in this place?" Xu Huangmao muttered.

Jian Jing asked, "Didn't you hit a zombie?"

Xu Huangmao explained, "To be honest, it was already dark, and I was sitting in the back, and I saw a shadow, whoosh, and it disappeared, so fast, if it wasn't a zombie, what was it?"

"If you ask me, it was just an animal." A man with a crew cut came over and said boredly, "I can't stand that some people believe in such feudal superstitions as zombies."

Xu Huangmao retorted, "It wasn't a zombie. How could an ordinary person flatten the front of the car with just a rub? And there are marks on the tires, how do you explain it?"

The two of them started arguing, and the man with the ball head, who had met him once before, spoke up and asked timidly, "If there really were zombies, we...we wouldn't be in trouble, right?"

"How is that possible?" Gao Mawei rolled her eyes speechlessly. "We didn't dig up anyone's grave, nor did we violate the locals' taboos, nor did we take any burial objects. Even if there are zombies, it has nothing to do with us."

But the girl with the ball head was still afraid and whispered, "But horror movies are all shot like this, a group of people are trapped somewhere because of heavy rain, and then... there are ghosts..."

As if to agree with her, a lightning bolt suddenly struck the sky, illuminating the night sky with white.

Then, a very clear "click" sound came, and the lights were all extinguished.

"Ah!" The girl with the bun hugged the girl with the high ponytail. The girl

with the high ponytail was very calm: "Don't scream, you are not the one who is most likely to die in horror movies." She glanced at Jian Jing who was watching, and seemed a little annoyed with her, and deliberately said, "It's the kind of person who is picky and particularly arrogant."

Jian Jing was in a good mood and recited the lines very cooperatively: "I don't believe there are any zombies!"

"Look, it's this kind of flag." The girl with the high ponytail said sarcastically with a blank expression.

The girl with the bun smiled apologetically and pulled her back to the room: "The power is out, let's go back quickly." The

girl with the high ponytail nodded and went back to the room with her.

The others also dispersed.

The power was out and he couldn't look at the information. Jian Jing was bored and lay on the windowsill to look at the environment: "The location of this hotel is a bit strange. It's far away from the village."

"It was demolished." Ji Feng explained, "The road we drove over was originally the location of the village. It was demolished for road construction and rebuilt to the current location. This family's homestead was not lucky, so it was not included in the list. So they just opened a hotel."

Jian Jing looked at him: "How did you know?"

"I just asked around." He was very humble, "Visiting and investigating is a basic skill."

"Then," she complimented in a flattering tone, "did you also find out the identities of the other guests?"

"I asked by the way." Ji Feng responded with a Versailles tone.

Jian Jing asked, "Who bumped into the zombie?"

"A few young people, they seemed to be some kind of amateur outdoor enthusiasts." He said, "They came here for adventure, they specifically check in at strange places, and then make videos and upload them to the Internet."

"So, they came here just for the rumor about zombies?" Jian Jing said, "But the guy with the buzz cut didn't seem to believe it at all."

Ji Feng spread his hands, "That's why it's interesting."

"Are they real outdoor enthusiasts?"

"There were folding tents and other things in the room," Ji Feng did not give a conclusion, only observations, "When I visited 202, two girls were using an alcohol stove to cook instant noodles."

"The equipment is quite complete." Jian Jing said, and hesitated for a moment whether to have a midnight snack (she had brushed her teeth), but finally gave up because of the abominable public toilet, and said unkindly, "Where is the woman in the bathrobe who said she saw the zombie just now?"

He could still answer: "Reporter, photographer, or editor or something like that."

She reversed the reasoning: "Computer? Camera?"

"Almost."

Jian Jing recalled the scenes just now, and hesitated: "It seems that the people in Room 206 didn't come out. Isn't it full?"

"It's a male guest, and I didn't see him." Ji Feng looked at the watch, "It's eleven fifty, Teacher Jian, aren't you going to bed?"

"Soon." She turned on the small light of the power bank, took out a bottle of night mask, scooped out a spoonful and applied it on her face, applied the cool gel on her face, and washed it off tomorrow morning.

This is a must-have for lazy people who go out.

Of course, she couldn't forget to apply another eye mask. She stayed up late and didn't sleep yesterday, and her dark circles have not disappeared today.

She set the alarm for 15 minutes, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

The wind and rain roared outside the window, and the thunder continued.

The chaotic thoughts were like raindrops wrapped in the wind, crackling in her mind, creating circles and dots of ripples.

So hypnotic.

She was gradually becoming sleepy. She only remembered that after the alarm rang, she fumbled to turn off the alarm, threw away the eye mask, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The dream was heavy, like a lead weight, dragging her into a deeper sea of ​​consciousness.

- "Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

- "Why?"

- "This is a special holiday."

- "I don't understand."

- "I believe every soul is lonely."

- "So, I..."

"Boom!"

A dull and loud boom sounded in the distance, waking up the sleepers.

Jian Jing was dazed and struggled to open her eyelids - did something happen? Who died? There was no system prompt. Did a zombie appear? There won't be a biochemical crisis mission, right? Can the immunity be used to resist the zombie virus?

Alas, the thoughts in dreams are so unreasonable that they slow down her reaction speed.

Her companion has already stood up and immediately opened the curtains to look out.

"Huh?" The nasal sound represents all the doubts.

"It's okay, go to sleep." Ji Feng replied, "It might be a landslide."

This is really bad.

She closed her eyes and continued to sleep with peace of mind.

Ji Feng was also a little convinced. The thunder was so loud, the rain was knocking on the glass endlessly, and the sound insulation was poor, but she slept very soundly.

But to be honest, it's very... cute.

He couldn't help but take another look and changed it to a more pertinent description: very touching.

The next day, Jian Jing woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, but it didn't feel like nine o'clock at all.

The sky was frighteningly gloomy, the sound of rain was endless, and the air was filled with the smell of humidity. The temperature dropped quite sharply, and it was a bit cold even wrapped in a quilt and sleeping bag.

The room was quiet, and Ji Feng was not there.

She took out her cell phone and couldn't help but groan: the terrible thing still happened.

There was no signal.

"Duoduo", the door was knocked gently.

"Who?" she asked.

"Can you come in?" It was Ji Feng's voice.

Jian Jing curled up in the quilt: "Don't tell me you don't have your key."

The door opened.

Ji Feng came in and asked, "Aren't you going to get up?"

"Has the rain stopped?"

"No."

"Is the road still drivable?"

"It's difficult."

Jian Jing felt a little depressed, and the motivation to get up was exhausted.

Ji Feng couldn't help laughing and tempted her: "Hurry up, there's something exciting going on downstairs."

"Someone's dead?" she blurted out.

Ji Feng: "...It was a dead chicken."

"What's so good about a dead chicken? You're so boring." Jian Jing said this, but her body slowly grew out of the quilt.