A chicken died in the hotel. The death was very tragic. It was smashed into a bloody mess and it was almost unrecognizable as a chicken.
The waitress was furious and yelled: "Who killed my chicken? That bastard who killed his descendants! How can we eat it like this?"
"Didn't you say there was a zombie?" Jian Jing got angry when she saw her and deliberately said, "It must have been a zombie. He is not afraid of killing his descendants."
The waitress was very sarcastic: "Stop talking nonsense. Zombies killed chickens? I've never heard of that."
Comparing your story-making ability with a novelist is really asking for trouble.
Jian Jing said, "He was hit by a car yesterday and was injured. He needs blood to heal. If he can't drink human blood, it's normal to drink chicken blood. Are you trying to say that there are no zombies here?"
The waiter was choked again .
Of course, she couldn't admit that there were no zombies, because the zombies were the reason why this hotel had a bad location and worse service. It relied on the gimmick of zombies to attract customers.
Admitting that there were no zombies would be equivalent to the hotel closing down.
"It seems that there are no zombies." Jian Jing said deliberately, "Alas, I said, how could there be such a thing in the world?"
While speaking, she glanced at other people and added vaguely, "Unless I see that thing with my own eyes."
Monsoon: Hook and bait.
But he was also looking forward to whether anyone would be fooled.
After watching the miserable state of a chicken, everyone began to express their opinions.
Jian Jing saw the two boys with Xu Huangmao.
One was the guy with a buzz cut whom he had seen yesterday. He was dismissive of the zombie talk. The other had very trendy hair, very short hair on the temples and longer and erected on the top of his head. It seemed to be a punk hairstyle.
He took a photo and said nonchalantly, "I didn't take a photo of a zombie, but it's not bad to take a photo of a chicken bitten to death by a zombie, hahaha."
A group of girls with high ponytails and buns were also present.
The high ponytail sneered at the punk head: "You are boring."
"You are the one who is spoiling the fun." The punk head said unceremoniously, "We finally came out to play, but you are so cold, as if someone owes you 100 million."
The ball head was startled and tried to mediate: "Don't quarrel, Xiao Wen just thought of Brother Chang."
When this name came out, the punk head, the yellow hair, the crew cut and the high ponytail were silent.
The yellow hair changed the topic abruptly: "It's raining so hard, are we still going today?"
The punk head waved his hand vigorously: "Go, why not."
"It's raining so hard..." The ball head was a little worried.
"Just think of it as washing the car." The punk head didn't care.
However, less than an hour later, they came back. The girl with the ball rushed in breathlessly and asked the waitress anxiously, "Do you have a medical kit? One of us is injured."
"There are Band-Aids, gauze and red medicine. Is it serious?" The waitress hurriedly took out the medicine from the counter. "The nearest clinic is a few kilometers away." The girl
with yellow hair came in with a high ponytail. There were obvious scratches on her legs, and the black mud and blood were mixed together, which was a bit scary. Her ankle was swollen and looked like a steamed bun.
Jian Jing had just finished breakfast - to be honest, it tasted terrible - and when she saw this scene, she immediately spoke up to stop them. God knows if those bottles and jars were expired: "I have a first aid kit in the car, let me help you."
The girl with the bun said gratefully: "Thank you." Jian Jing
immediately took back the first aid kit and carefully cleaned the wound of Gao Ponytail. She asked casually: "How did you get injured? Is the road difficult to drive?"
"Don't mention it." The yellow-haired girl frowned, "The engine seemed to have a problem and it stopped halfway through the drive. Xiao Wen repaired the car in the rain, but she slipped and we had to carry her back."
"You are so unlucky." The girl in the bathrobe from yesterday was about to check out, and heard this, "Is the road drivable? I'm ready to leave, do you want me to take the girl to the hospital?"
"It shouldn't be possible." The yellow-haired man shook his head, "There's a long road ahead that's flooded."
"What?" The bathrobe girl was surprised, "What should we do?"
The waitress was very calm: "It's like this when it rains. The water will recede in two days - are you still checking out?"
The bathrobe girl smiled bitterly: "What's the point of checking out? Where else can I go? Stay one more day." While paying, she complained: "Stay two more days, just don't be so scary like last night."
The waitress continued with a simple sentence: "The zombies should have run away."
"It's hard to say." The woman in the bathrobe tilted her head and said softly, "If, as that lady said, the zombie was injured and needed to suck blood, how could chicken blood be enough? Maybe it still needs to find someone... and he was hit by someone, would he let the person who hurt him
go?" Her voice was soft and elusive, which scared the waitress: "No, that won't happen."
"Puchi," the woman in the bathrobe laughed out loud, like a child who had succeeded in a prank, "Are you scared? I was just kidding, but if the zombie appears again, I would like to take a picture of it."
"Aren't you scared?" Jian Jing, who was bored after breakfast, seized the conversation.
"I'm afraid, but if I can take a picture of a zombie, whether it's real or fake, it will be very valuable." The bathrobe girl was obviously someone who could easily get along with others. "I came here for news. Now that I'm taking a bath, I have to write something to get the job done, right?"
Jian Jing asked, "Are you a reporter?"
The bathrobe girl nodded and introduced herself, "My last name is Chai, and I'm a reporter for the provincial capital daily."
"You just said news, but zombies?" The waiter rolled his eyes and hinted at her, "The chicken this morning..."
Reporter Chai didn't know what she meant, so he pretended not to understand and explained, "No, it's related to poverty alleviation. I want to write a report to see if I can bring some goods here."
Everyone was in awe.
Jian Jing treated Gao Ponytail's wound and told her not to get it wet and not to take off the cold compress.
The high ponytail was a little awkward, but she thanked her anyway. The girl with the bun helped her upstairs and asked the waiter to bring up lunch.
"Since I can't leave, I'll just take a nap." The punk-haired guy also went upstairs yawning.
The yellow-haired guy and the crew-haired guy asked the waiter for tools, preparing to go back to their previous place, fix the car and drive back.
Jian Jing stood at the door for a while.
The heavy rain was like an invisible barrier, trapping the guests in the hotel. The gloomy gray clouds were hanging overhead, and the low air pressure made people feel depressed.
She was in a daze, and she remembered her dream last night.
The Chinese Valentine's Day is of course a special festival. Do
roses really represent love?
"Teacher Jian." Ji Feng patted her shoulder, "What are you thinking about?"
"Festivals." She whispered, "Double Ninth Festival is for the elderly, Mid-Autumn Festival is for a family of three, and Mother's Day is for mother and child. The festivals he chose are very suitable for the family, except for me."
He was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Maybe..."
Jian Jing didn't let him finish the rest of the words, and said directly: "I won't change my mind." She calmed down and crossed her arms, "Let's go upstairs and talk, it's so cold down there." Before she finished speaking,
an autumn wind blew, and the cold temperature made people want to put on a coat immediately.
Dense white raindrops rushed to fall, blocking the view.
Jian Jing glanced casually, and a prophetic thought emerged in her mind: With such heavy rain, I'm afraid I can't see who is coming and who is going.
In the next few hours, Jian Jing studied the files brought by Ji Feng. Ji Feng was flipping through a black notebook of his, writing and drawing from time to time, as if thinking about something.
The two of them did not interfere with each other and immersed themselves in their work. Unconsciously, several hours had passed.
Until four o'clock in the afternoon -
"Ah!!" A shrill scream broke out downstairs.
This startled everyone, and the residents walked out of the room one after another, looking up: "What happened?"
Ji Feng winked at Jian Jing and hurried downstairs.
Jian Jing restrained the desire to follow and glanced at the system panel.
[New mission released]
[Mission name: The mystery of zombies on rainy night]
[Description: Late at night with thunder and rain, remote and old hotel, strange zombie legends, corpses with miserable deaths... What kind of bloody case is hidden behind the legend? Please find out the truth.]
[Mission rewards: 30 courage points for success, no punishment for failure]
The eyes scanned the people in the corridor.
Chai reporter (bathrobe girl) was there, the bun-haired girl was there, and at the same time, the high ponytail girl was heard asking "what's going on", the yellow-haired head popped out of the next room, and a strange man came out of the opposite room - he had an obvious sign, his left arm was in plaster and broken.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and then went downstairs one after another.
The scream came from the back circle downstairs. Ji Feng was holding an umbrella and squatting on the ground to check something. In front of him, there was a person lying.
"Poof." Reporter Chai, who was walking in front, seemed to have seen something clearly. He immediately stopped and turned around to vomit.
The others looked back, their expressions a little stiff.
"What's wrong?" The man with a broken bone looked puzzled and stepped forward to take a look.
Then he also showed a nauseous expression.
"Don't come over here, the corpse is not good-looking." Ji Feng stood up and instructed the waitress, "Please find some snakeskin bags or plastic wraps."
The policeman who came from a police family exudes the aura of "integrity and reliability" in every cell.
His tone was neither nervous nor casual, which made people realize the seriousness of the situation, but not afraid. Instead, they couldn't help but obey his instructions.
The waitress was shrewd and cunning, but when he called her, she ran to the warehouse without saying a word and dragged out the snakeskin bag.
"Thank you for your hard work." Ji Feng softened his tone so as not to scare the pale waitress, and then called Jian Jing, "Jing Jing, come and help me cover it, don't let the body be damaged."
He said so, but before she came over, he first covered the head of the corpse with the snakeskin bag.
Then, he reported the situation to everyone in a concise manner: "A murder has occurred here. Unfortunately, the deceased is the guest living in Room 204."
The guy with the bun and the yellow hair were shocked and blurted out: "What? It's Jia Yue?"
Ji Feng nodded and asked the waitress: "Can the boss come over?"
The waitress said in horror: "My father went to the town."
"Then call the police first." Ji Feng looked at the others with a calm tone, "The rain is too heavy, let's go inside and talk."
Reporter Chai frowned and asked cautiously: "I'm sorry, but I have to ask clearly, who are you? What reason do we have to listen to your arrangements?" "
Obviously." He spread his hands, "A policeman who failed in his vacation. Do you want to see my ID?"
Reporter Chai agreed immediately: "Of course."
Ji Feng took out his ID and opened it for her to check.
Reporter Chai stared at it for several seconds before nodding slightly: "It's true, so she is your colleague?" "
Ms. Reporter, I'm on vacation." Ji Feng honestly diverted the others' thoughts, "What do you think?"
Everyone nodded, and they knew the answer.
Ji Feng went in first and brought all the suspects into the house. Before entering the door, he glanced back and saw Jian Jing opening the snakeskin bag and carefully studying the body.
Of course, she also showed a disgusting expression, but it was followed by full concentration and spirit.
The gloom hidden between her eyebrows before has disappeared completely.
Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, and also devoted himself to the most anxious thing at the moment.
Tsk tsk, a hotel on a rainy night, zombie legends, who is so "ingenious" to use a supernatural story to commit murder?