New Times Inn

After Feng Qing didn't pay for room and board, she began to drift.

So, she became interested in some things that she had never dared to do before.

For example, a game console.

Of course, with Feng Qing's small personality, it is impossible to buy anything too good. She bought a similar price within her ability.

But if you want to play this thing, you have to find a TV.

Generally speaking, there should be no such thing as a TV in an inn in Hengdian.

But Feng Qing really has it in this inn.

So, in a dark night, she pushed open a dusty room...

It is the last room in this corridor.

TVs, used to broadcast surveillance footage.

However, this place has been abandoned for a long time. Anyway, since Feng Qing called here, she has come in once or twice. At first, she also doubted whether the TV could be used.

Who knows.

Under her operation, the TV was actually connected to the host.

Feng Qing, "!"

Since then, this place has become a little secret world of Feng Qing.

Feng Qing occasionally comes to play games when she is full, and even wonders if she should buy a fitness ring.

However, the other modern tools in the inn have been put away by Feng Qing, except for this TV.

Because this thing is nailed to the wall.

Fortunately, the guys in the inn were very obedient, Feng Qing said what he said, and even this row of rooms rarely came over.

When Feng Qing is playing games, he likes to pile snacks around, put a big bottle of Coke, put a blanket on himself, and hold a warm baby.

Sometimes, the warm baby can be replaced by Li Xiaoqi.

Today's Feng Qing is such a configuration, she also pulled the curtains by the way, anyway, the room is pitch black, and the TV reflects the pale death light.

This kind of environment is an absolute sight destroyer, but isn't that the kind of atmosphere you play when playing games.

"Isn't I playing a game of unparalleled mowing?" Feng Qing muttered while playing, "Why is it so bad? Could it be that I'm too bad?"

She thought for two seconds, unwilling to admit this fact.

Feng Qing may be a little disturbed by the food, so she plans to go out to find something to eat and come back.

She turned off the TV.

Feng Qing herself is quite vigilant. Usually, she turns off the TV when she goes out. This is the only place where Feng Qing is so cautious.

Then she went into the kitchen to see if she had anything to eat. When she went out, Feng Qing picked up the handle and put it on the cabinet at the door of the room.

However.

Soon after Feng Qing went out, a person's footsteps suddenly sounded in this corridor.

This lonely footstep lingered in the quiet corridor.

"The last room not allowed in?"

…

Di Cong's face slowly emerged from the darkness.

For some reason, there are almost never any oil lamps in this corridor.

Perhaps it's because only the shopkeeper usually comes and goes, and the shopkeeper is a person who doesn't like light very much, so it's so dark here.

However, Di Cong didn't feel nervous when he walked here.

Maybe it's because he's already used to this kind of darkness.

"What's hidden in this room?" Di Cong thought as he walked towards it.

—In fact, for a person like Di Cong, he never worried about what kind of danger he would encounter.

Because he lives in such danger all the time.

Of course, he would not think that the shopkeeper reminded him of any kindness.

Although, the shopkeeper is indeed a little different from what he imagined.

Di Cong thought he would see a particularly terrifying person when he came, but the shopkeeper didn't have any murderous intent.

A person who is so terrifying has no murderous aura?

Di Cong always felt a little weird.

of the store.

Such a terrifying shopkeeper and so many terrifying guys, are they really running an inn in earnest?

How is this possible?

Therefore, there must be some secrets hidden in this inn.

Di Cong searched the inn for a while, but couldn't find it. In the end, in his mind, the place where the shopkeeper's thousands of instructions were not allowed to enter instantly appeared in his mind.

The last room.

Before opening the door, Di Cong maintained absolute vigilance.

The murderous aura overflowed slightly from his body, and the knife in his hand was clenched tightly.

What is hiding in this room?

His subordinates exerted a little force, and then slammed the door open.

—The house was empty, no oil lamps were lit.

The curtains of the windows were also pulled tightly.

Why is it so quiet? He frowned slightly.

This is not what he imagined.

He moved in his heart, closed the door, and walked into the room.

The house is messy, and all kinds of clutter are scattered all over the place.

Di Cong's eyes looked at a place where he seemed to have stayed for a while.

—It looks like something terrible has happened here.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this terrible scene that seems to be left after the fight between three heroes.

Di Cong carefully avoided there and walked towards it.

Inside the room, there are two black boxes and a huge table.

And a square black square on the wall in the center of the room.

Di Cong felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the square for the first time.

Through the dim light, he seemed to see a face above the black square.

This face is both familiar and unfamiliar, exactly the same as what Di Cong usually sees in the bronze mirror.

This block is as reflective as the water surface.

Ordinary people may feel a little scared if they see such a scene, but Di Cong is not an ordinary person.

He knew what it was.

There is this thing in the house of a wealthy businessman he once killed. It is called a diorama. The wealthy businessman’s house has a large surface, and it is inlaid behind a shelf.

This thing is not something that ordinary people can have, but Di Cong is not surprised that the shopkeeper has this kind of thing.

The only surprise for him was the color of the mirror.

Black.

Why this color? He gently stroked the diorama with his hand.

It was as smooth and delicate as he imagined, but for some reason, there was a slight temperature.

Di Cong's hand snapped back.

He was taken aback.

…

"Li Qi's craftsmanship is amazing." Feng Qing took a bowl downstairs and put a bunch of braised duck heads in it.

Since Li Qi found out that Feng Qing especially likes duck heads, he bought a bunch of duck heads on purpose, and then he found the recipe and learned the lo-mei by himself.

Feng Qing was astonished after tasting it, and now she feels uncomfortable without eating for a day.

"Take another ice-cream, I'll curl up in the duvet for a while and eat ice-cream with a warm baby." Feng Qing is a classic hot and cold lover, and one of the great pleasures of life is winter Lighting the electric mattress to make ice cream, so the stomach problems can't be cured all the year round.

Feng Qing went upstairs with a pile of snacks, and felt that something was not right when she stepped up the stairs.

She frowned sharply.

This corridor… smells of strangers.

"Who's been here?" Feng Qing carefully took out his mobile phone from his pocket and walked over.

Speaking of which, Feng Qing doesn't actually have superpowers, but she has a strong sixth sense of social fear. If a stranger invades her territory, she can find clues.

Just as Feng Qing walked into the room, Di Cong carefully put his hand on the black diorama.

How can it be hot?

He suspected that this was his illusion, and was about to touch it again, but at this moment, he suddenly found a small red dot under the diorama.

This red dot was just blocked by the leaves of a pot of flowers, so he didn't see it, but now, this red dot seems to indicate something ominous.

Di Cong looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and touched it.

The appearance of the red dot is also that kind of smooth diorama, which also exudes heat.

Di Cong felt that the red dot seemed to be embedded in it.

However, after such a touch, Di Cong suddenly found that the red dot turned green.

Huh? what happened? He just wondered for a second.

At this moment, the black diorama in front of him suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Because of the light, Di Cong raised his head subconsciously and glanced in front of him.

Then, Di Cong just met a pair of blood-stained eyes.

The eyes stared straight at him.

In those rotten eyes, there is a light that is not human.

Di Cong didn't react when he saw the owner of those eyes rushing towards him.

…

Feng Qing just walked to the door, and before she could open the door to go in, she heard a scream from inside.

She hurriedly entered the room, and as soon as she entered, she saw the man named Di Cong shouting piercingly.

And the TV didn't know when to let him tinker.

Feng Qing was shocked.

Fortunately, the gamepad was at hand, she quickly pressed pause, and the zombie on the TV stopped on another screen.

Feng Qing walked into the room in panic and panic while complaining.

"Didn't I tell you not to enter this last room?"