Nightmare Attack

Hearing that Benfu couldn't hold back his nosebleed anymore, he subconsciously blocked it with one hand. As a result, his hands were covered with blood and he was very confused.

After a while, everyone looked at Chen Xiaomeng with wonderful eyes.

When Chen Xiaomeng came to his senses and angrily took out the rope and wanted to execute the bastard in front of him immediately, a burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd.

Everyone stared at the rope in Chen Xiaomeng's hand, as if some strange idea had been confirmed.

So before the village chief arrived, Chen Xiaomeng only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge before becoming so angry that she couldn't drink any more, while Jiang Cheng drank three bowls and ate all the pickled cucumbers as a side dish.

Finally, she tentatively asked Chen Xiaomeng if she wanted to drink. She didn't give up until she saw the latter's livid face.

It seems that because of the unpleasantness with the shop owner yesterday, the village chief and his party just stood in front of the shop, but did not come in. Instead, they looked in from time to time.

After Zhou Rong saw the village chief, he stood up from the table and walked over first.

"Please wait a moment," Zhou Rong said, "I will go to the boss to return the key first, and then I will leave with you."

The old village chief, who had wrinkles on his forehead, couldn't hide his excitement as he rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your willingness to come is a sign of good deeds from the ancestors of our entire village."

Hearing this, Yu Man, who crossed her legs and leaned on the wooden chair in a very thought-provoking posture, sneered and said, "If our ancestors had accumulated virtue, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Of course, her voice was not loud and only a few people around her could hear her.

Li Lu frowned and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, the shop owner still didn't show up. From morning until now, I haven't seen the shop owner or his wife.

Zhou Rong was the first to wake up, but he just opened the door and stood in front of it. When the door next door opened, he followed everyone downstairs.

The porridge was placed downstairs early in the morning, and 8 pairs of bowls and chopsticks were thoughtfully placed beside the pot of porridge. It was obviously reserved for them to eat breakfast.

Jiang Cheng slowly swallowed the last mouthful of porridge in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

So is Chen Xiaomeng.

She was waiting, but the store owner who originally said he would get up early to see them off did not show up.

On the contrary, the village chief and his party came to the door.

It was already daybreak, and Zhou Rong, who was holding a few keys in his hand, seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He stood up, turned and walked upstairs.

Before he could reach the stairs, a figure chased after him, "Mr. Zhou," Jiang Cheng walked to him cordially and walked side by side with him, "I'll go with you."

"good."

In view of Jiang Cheng's support for him yesterday, he had a good impression of the former, even though he knew that Jiang Cheng was not as simple as it seemed.

They searched around the second floor, but did not find the store owner and his wife.

The same goes for the third floor.

They didn't expect that this rather small hotel would only house eight of their guests.

"Could he have gone out?" Jiang Cheng looked around and asked, "I heard a fat man say that the food in the morning market is cheap and fresh, and many restaurant owners like to buy it in the morning."

"Maybe," Zhou Rong replied. He turned around and said, "It seems that I have to put the key on the counter so that they can see it when they come back."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng clapped his hands and praised: "As expected of Mr. Zhou, he can think of such a method!"

Zhou Rong, who had just turned around, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he turned his head in confusion.

Jiang Cheng continued: "Compared with you, I am like the sun and the candlelight. I have been apart for three days. You should treat each other with admiration!" He pointed at a candlestick at the end of the corridor and said metaphorically without changing his expression.

Zhou Rong: "???"

What the hell is this mess?

Although he thought so, he still subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng's finger. The third floor was much smaller than the second floor, with only 10 rooms.

Separated by a corridor, there are five rooms on one side, facing each other.

There are only stairs on the side you came up from, and the other side is blocked by a wall.

For lighting reasons, a candlestick hangs on the wall.

The pale white candle burned dimly, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

It was like arriving at a mourning hall.

Just now, Zhou Rong was just looking for the shop owner and his wife. At this moment, Zhou Rong suddenly noticed the candle and the position of the candlestick.

The position of the candlestick was rather strange. It was neither up nor down in the middle of the wall. This also resulted in very limited lighting effect. Moreover, as if he had discovered something, his eyes suddenly became strange.

The wall opposite didn't look quite right either. It was actually painted a rare black.

This also caused the third floor, which had extremely poor lighting, to become increasingly dim. Standing in front of the stairs and looking in, what stood in front of me didn't look like a wall, but rather like the entrance to hell.

People living in this era are just a little behind, but they are not stupid. How could they design such a pattern.

The next second, Zhou Rong's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had excellent eyesight and had just seen the flame on the candle tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a breeze blowing across his face. It was very light, but he looked at both sides of the corridor. All the doors were closed. Where did the wind come from?

Facts have proved that finding problems is not his strong point, but analyzing and solving problems is. He immediately mobilized the information about this hotel in his mind.

There are three floors in total. From the outside, the first and second floors are the same length, only the third floor is obviously shorter.

This also explains why there are 14 rooms on the second floor but only 10 on the third floor.

In other words, the second floor should be about two rooms wider than the third floor.

But according to Zhou Rong's recollection, there was actually no such thing.

So there is probably a space behind that wall.

The shop owner and his wife were hiding there.

He didn't have time to explain to Jiang Cheng, so he walked over quietly. When he came to the wall, he stood quietly, stretched out a finger to wet it with his tongue, and then slowly groped along the perimeter of the wall.

Soon, he felt the slightest coolness coming from his fingers.

He found a gap close to the wall.

The gap is actually relatively rough, but because the wall is completely dark and the lighting is poor, it is extremely difficult for an unintentional person to notice it even if they stand in front of it.

No one would have thought that there was a dark room behind this.

The gap was relatively large. After Zhou Rong's throat rolled, he moved his head over without hesitation.

There is indeed a different world inside. A white candle that is almost identical to the one outside stands in the corner of the dark room, burning faintly.

Under the dim light, he saw a familiar figure wearing a dirty apron. He was the owner of the shop.

He was shaking all over, as if he was explaining something excitedly. Because of the angle, he couldn't see clearly the person in front of the store owner, and he could only see a pair of feet.

Those feet were very small, and they didn’t look like they belonged to the boss’s wife.