Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Everything goes back to the way it was.

Everyone only said that it was an illusion just now.

In this place, let alone hallucinations, even insanity is not surprising.

Although thinking this way, no one touched the food on the table again.

Feng Sheng picked up Li Meng's cup and placed it in front of him.

Li Meng and Fu Yan continued the unfinished topic, "Why did you say it didn't dare to enter the house?"

Reminded by Li Meng, Fu Yan also seemed to recall the unfinished conversation just now, "Oh, I want to say why, I don't know."

Li Meng: "..."

Li Meng breathed heavily before hearing Fu Yan say again, "But I want someone to know."

"Who?"

Fu Yan once again called his long-time friend, the manager.

Five minutes later, the manager assembled in the restaurant with the staff file and all the hotel staff.

Even the sloppy maintenance man came reluctantly.

After the five people arrived, Fu Yan asked the players to make four empty seats for them, "Everyone, please sit down."

After the security guards, cooks, cleaners, and maintenance workers were seated, the manager stood by at a loss, "Brother, what about me?"

Fu Yan patted the unoccupied table next to him, "As a good friend of mankind, of course you are standing next to me."

manager:"……"

I don't want to, thanks.

Although the manager didn't want to, his body walked towards Fu Yan honestly.

The manager tremblingly walked to Fu Yan's side, squeezed into the gap between him and Li Meng's stool, and stood still with a bow.

Fu Yan leaned on his head with one hand, looked sideways at the manager, and said with a half-smile: "You want me to look up at you?"

The next second, the manager knelt down on his knees with a "plop".

Fu Yan patted his head in satisfaction, "Since everyone is here, let me just say a few words."

Fu Yan leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, exuding the air of a capitalist.

He flipped the staff file to the 'front desk' page, and threw it in the middle of the table,

"Tell me, how did you torture the front desk?" Fu Yan raised his head slightly, and clicked his chin on the chef and security guard sitting opposite.

When the hotel staff heard the word 'front desk', their expressions froze instantly.

Players who didn't know why also looked at the information in the middle of the table.

The person in the file is Ye Xi, a sunny, cheerful, and handsome boy.

Li Meng and Feng Sheng glanced at the information, and combined with the ghost that attacked them in the corridor just now.

They quickly responded, "You mean the ghost in the corridor is the front desk of the hotel? Because he was tortured to death, he became a ghost wandering in the corridor of the hotel?"

Fu Yan nodded without looking sideways.

Li Meng immediately thought of the room on the fifth floor that was built with bricks, and asked, "The receptionist was killed in 504, right?"

Fu Yan raised his hand and applauded her lightly.

Li Meng continued: "That's why he didn't dare to enter the room...but that's not right? He was killed in 504, but I live in 804? Could it be that he dared not enter all the rooms with four?"

can't you?

so pull?

Li Meng always felt that there was some key clue here that he missed.

But before she had time to think about it, Fu Yan revealed the answer directly.

Fu Yan: "Because all of us live in room 504."

"???"

After Fu Yan finished speaking, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all of them looked confused.

"How... how?"

Some players subconsciously took out their room cards for comparison.

Li Meng and Feng Sheng were also confused, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yan: "The layout of the room we live in seems to be the same, but the subtleties are slightly different."

The players didn't know why Fu Yan suddenly mentioned this, but they all began to think about the furnishings in their rooms.

"Li Meng, have you noticed that the layout of your room is different from others?"

Li Meng, who was named, sat up straight in an instant, and began to recall carefully, "Hmm...my room...is very clean...there are no flowers on the window sill...ah, it seems that even the walls of the toilet are thinner than others."

Fu Yan nodded, then looked at Feng Sheng again: "Where's your room?"

Feng Sheng: "My room is full of blood, and there is nothing on the window sill. The walls..."

Feng Sheng recalled seriously, "It seems to be the same as Aunt Mengmeng's. They are quite thin, and the gap between the bed and the wall of the toilet is quite large..."

"Okay, it's fine." Fu Yan interrupted Feng Sheng's words and began to talk about his room, "The walls of the bathroom in my room are very thick, there is a bare bonsai on the window sill, the wiring is old, and the air conditioner is not working well. "

The players looked serious.

They feel as if they understand something, but they seem to understand nothing.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Fu Yan glanced at the players present, paused for a while, and then said, "The situation in Zhou Qing's room is exactly the same as mine, except for one thing..."

"The rose on the windowsill!" Li Meng responded suddenly.

Fu Yan nodded, "That's right, there is a rose in bloom in the flower pot on Zhou Qing's window sill, other than that, even the flickering wall lamp and the malfunctioning air conditioner are exactly the same as in my room."

After hearing what Fu Yan said, the players immediately remembered the embarrassing experience in Zhouqing's room.

Fu Yan then continued: "And the bathroom wall in Han Wu's room is also very thick, and there is a pot full of roses on the window sill. The most important point is that there is a lot of dust in his room, which looks like no one has lived in it for a long time." Same."

Players recall along with Fu Yan's words.

It seems that it does.

But because of this, it is impossible for them all to live in 504!

"These rooms are all different, so how can everyone live in 504?"

A player questioned.

Forgive him, he really didn't understand.

Fu Yan: "If you use the presence or absence of flower pots on the windowsill and the number of roses in bloom to indicate the order of the rooms, how would you arrange them?"

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. One player immediately took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw.

Li Meng also rearranged the room in his mind according to what Fu Yan said.

If it is arranged according to whether there are flower pots or not.

Her and Feng Sheng's room should be at the front.

The second is Fu Yan's, because there are only flower pots in his room, but no flowers.

Then came Zhou Qing's room, and finally Han Hu's.

The player who used the pen to calculate also came to the same conclusion as Li Meng. She bit the penholder with her mouth and asked in confusion: "Then Li Meng and Feng Sheng's room, who will come first?"

The difference between Li Meng's room and Feng Sheng's room is that Feng Sheng's room has blood stains, but Li Meng's room does not.

After hearing this, Fu Yan patted the back of the manager's sleepy head, and said flatly, "Li Meng's comes first."

"why?"

Fu Yan: "After you kill someone, do you bury the body first, or clean up the house first?"

"..."