Alien Hotel

There was a person hiding in this locked room that could never be opened. This incident made Yu Sheng's scalp feel numb instantly, and what followed was a series of uncontrollable conjectures.

Who is that? When did the owner of that voice hide in there? Did he sneak in while he was sleeping, or was he already there when he arrived here two months ago?

If it is the second situation, then he has stayed in this big house for a long time without going out. He can be sure that the room on the second floor has never been opened during this period, so the people in the room have been hiding inside? Is there another passage in the room, or...

Is the person who chuckled really a "person"?

Random thoughts surged wildly in his mind, but the expression on Yu Sheng's face gradually calmed down - it seemed that the previous experience of encountering the "frog" had brought about some changes, or perhaps the "resurrection from the dead" had brought about some changes. Due to the influence, he felt that his current state of mind was... a little strange.

There was no kindness or malice in that voice, but something real and strange could be heard. But Yu Sheng found that after the first moment of numbness in his scalp, all the fear and hesitation had disappeared from his heart, and he was now left with Of...only strong curiosity.

He wanted to find out what was in the room.

He wanted to find out what secrets there were in this big house that he regarded as his final destination.

This is his safe house, his only "home" in this huge city - there can be no unsafe things in the safe house.

He slowly moved closer and put his ear against the door, hearing a low laughter that seemed to be hidden inside, but it might just be an illusion, or it might just be the hollow sound of wind swirling in his ears.

He curled his fingers and knocked on the door.

"Open the door, I hear you."

The door didn't open, of course, but the hollow chuckle did disappear.

As expected, Yu Sheng didn't say anything, just turned around and left - he went to the room next door where there were a lot of debris, and went to get an axe.

Returning to the locked room door, he silently raised the ax high and chopped with all his strength.

The sharp ax struck the thin wooden door, making a sharp sound as metal collided. Sparks flew in front of the ax blade, leaving not even a trace on the door that seemed to be able to be kicked open with just one kick.

The chuckle came vaguely again, but Yu Sheng didn't pay attention at all. He just raised the ax again with a calm face, as if he was doing a particularly serious, meticulous and patient job, and continued to move the ax one by one. Chopping down with an axe.

He knew that this door could not be opened, neither with an electric drill nor an electric saw, but even knowing this, he had tried to open it in various ways almost every day for the past two months. Door - A strange sound came from the door today, which only aroused his motivation to open the door today.

And as the chops failed again and again, this motivation became more and more abundant. Every chop made by Yu Sheng's ax became harder, smoother, and even... more in line with his own wishes.

His gradually emptying brain even came up with some strange associations out of thin air - he felt like Wu Gang who was chopping down trees on the moon. As long as he chopped down the damn osmanthus tree, Chang'e who was watching the show next to him would , Jade Rabbit, Bald Qiang and Sisyphus will form a circle and applaud themselves...

He didn't even know why Sisyphus appeared in his association.

But the chuckle that came from behind the door became more and more harsh, and even became more and more obvious, and got closer and closer, as if the owner of the voice had walked over step by step, and was sticking to the back of the wooden door. It was as if she knew the door was impregnable, so she unscrupulously mocked Yu Sheng who was wielding an ax outside through the wall of sighs.

But suddenly, another voice appeared in the weird and harsh chuckle, sounding nervous and annoyed: "Can you stop being happy! He really opened the door and came in. The first one to chop was me!"

The chuckles inside the door suddenly stopped being happy.

Yu Sheng, who was raising the ax to hit it down, was stunned for a moment, and then heard a crunching sound from his waist.

With a banging sound, the ax in his hand fell down, striking a position that was not at all what he had planned.

A crisp sound that was completely different from the previous harsh collision came from the door. The ax in Yu Sheng's hand fell to the ground. Then, he suddenly raised his hand... to hold his waist.

I have pain in my lower back, which is quite serious, and it hurts like crazy.

He held on to his waist and trudged to the door. He waited for two seconds before focusing on the spot where his last ax hit.

There was a "flash" about two or three centimeters away from the door panel, located on one side of the door shaft. It seemed like a spark splashed by an axe, but it seemed to be fixed in the air and stagnated in the fire explosion. The bright moment.

And with this light, Yu Sheng could vaguely see something on the nearby door panel.

He reached out and felt there.

A muffled scream came from behind the door: "Yeah--"

Yu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes. The bright electric light in the living room seemed a bit dazzling. Lying on the sofa and falling asleep made him feel sore all over. The wall clock on the wall not far away was ticking. The time on the dial showed that he had just fallen asleep. Forty minutes.

Yu Sheng lay on the sofa and froze for a while, and then the numb memories in his mind finally became clear.

I fell asleep... Was it just a dream?

He was in a daze, but suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

The process of that "dream" was too real, and the details were too clear and complete. He could even clearly remember the touch of the axe in his hand, the stagnant firelight on the door, and...

He suddenly sat up from the sofa and raised his hand abruptly... to hold his waist.

His waist hurts, the sprain is quite serious, and it hurts shiveringly.

"Fuck...hiss...fuck..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but utter praises. The sprained waist, the sudden movement, and the whole body aches caused by sleeping on the sofa produced a mixed effect. For a moment, he felt that it would be better to let the frog stab his heart. At least it hurt for two seconds - then he stood up with difficulty while holding his waist, and at the same time, he became more and more certain in his heart that it was definitely not an ordinary "dream".

The sprained waist in the dream did not hurt in reality. Something weird really appeared.

That thing invaded his "safe house".

He adjusted his posture and mentality to prevent the back pain from affecting his movements too much, and then thought for a while before he went up the stairs to the second floor with a grin.

He held the baton in one hand and went to the room where the sundries were stored. He found the axe he had used in his dream and held it in his right hand. The feeling of holding the axe handle in his hand was exactly the same as in the dream, and even the wooden handle seemed to still have the warmth of his palm.

He came to the locked door, which was still intact and new, and there was no trace of the "light mark" left by the chopping in the dream.

It was quiet inside the door.

It was as if everything was normal and nothing had happened.

But Yu Sheng still remembered the location of the light mark clearly.

He hung the baton on his waist, switched the axe to his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to feel the door, feeling the location of the flash that he had chopped out in his dream... He remembered that it was near the door axis, and he saw a vague...

The next second, he touched a handle, a handle that could not be observed by the naked eye.

But he clearly remembered that there was no handle here. As early as the first day he found this locked door, he had checked every detail of this door and touched every surface of it. He was sure that he had never touched any "non-existent handle"!

Why? Is it because he observed it in his dream? Is it because he "saw through" some kind of disguise with an axe? Because he confirmed its existence, so it really exists?

Yu Sheng went through all the movies, TV games and novels he had watched in his mind, and instantly found a lot of possible reasons, but his hand did not hesitate at all. He had already grasped the invisible door handle and turned it gently.

The indestructible locked door was opened easily, from one side of the door axis.

It was an empty room. Looking through the gradually opened door, there was only the floor and the wall. The light from the door illuminated the dim place little by little. However, until he carefully opened the door completely, Yu Sheng did not see the owner who made a mocking sound in the room.

He held the axe tightly in one hand and carefully observed the situation in the room, but found that there was really nothing inside, not even a bed or a chair.

Only the cold moonlight, which sprinkled into the room through the gaps in the old curtains, left a mottled line on the floor.

But suddenly, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

There was "something" in the room. On the wall facing the door, there was a painting.

The exquisite frame, the edge of the picture was decorated with complex and classical vine patterns, and in the center of the picture was a chair covered with a soft red carpet as the background.

But there was nothing else, and there was no cursed ghost sitting in the oil painting with a mocking laugh, watching the intruder.

Yu Sheng frowned and stared at the oil painting frame, which was about half a meter high, for a long time. While keeping his sight, he fumbled to find the light switch next to the door frame and turned on the light in the room.

Under the light, the details on the oil painting were more vivid.

He came to the oil painting carefully and stared at it for a long time.

Then he saw a very inconspicuous spot in the corner of the frame... the hem of the skirt.

"..."

He thought for a moment and said with a strange expression: "Are you there?"

"No!"

A guilty voice came from the painting.