The Death Knell

With a soft click, the sound of the door opening echoed in the quiet corridor. A ray of light shone on the very high-end checkered carpet, and the human shadow looked a bit like a twisted monster through the cracks in the door.

Walking through the corridor, the thick carpet made no sound when stepped on, and the air was filled with a sweet smell that was like flowers or cakes, but there was no accompanying warmth, only a coldness.

Outside the window of the corridor, there was heavy snow, as if a basket had overturned in the sky. The white snowflakes were difficult to distinguish in the dark night, and in the end, only a hazy ghost shadow could be seen connecting the sky and the earth.

The ring of a public phone nearby suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the night.

"Jingle Bell"

The lights that were not too bright also flickered, as if something invisible was approaching.

But at this moment, a black and yellow metal gauntlet caught the phone's receiver, picked it up and put it next to its owner's ear.

"Hahahaha"

A clear but distant girl's laughter came from the microphone, as if they were at the bottom of a well in the middle of the night. The echo and reverberation made the voice sound full of malice.

Most people would panic if they received a call from a ghost in the middle of the night, but Su Ming was different. He cleared his throat slightly and changed into a professional voice:

"Good evening, madam, welcome to call the psychiatric consultation hotline of Dapan Hospital. We and our pans will serve you wholeheartedly. Please select the corresponding situation after a piece of soothing and heart-warming music: If you feel sick, please press 1 button; if you feel that others are sick, please press button 2; if you feel that no one is sick, please press button 3; if you feel that the world is sick, please press this button combination in the order of 9, 1, and 1."

Then, without waiting for any reaction from the other party, she first asked the adjutant to help play some music, so the doll girl decisively used the small speaker transformed from the strangulation to play a cheerful song "I was playing in the mud in the Northeast".

It took about twenty seconds, and Su Ming put the receiver to his ear again. The mysterious guest next to him also smiled and rubbed his hands together, as if he also wanted to play.

"I'm sorry, miss, are you still here? We noticed that you pressed any buttons. Is there something unspeakable about you?"

"Hahahaha"

On the other side of the phone, the smile was obviously a little forced, probably because he was a little confused, and maybe a little embarrassed that he didn't scare people.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Su Ming added:

"I understand, but please don't hang up the phone. Whether it's gender cognitive disorder or questions about your skin color, our hospital can treat you. Next, I will transfer you to our night shift doctor from Indestructible Dr. Lily Rasputin of the Federation, please listen to some music first.”

The microphone was handed over to the snickering Mysterio on the side. She was breathing frantically to calm down her emotions so as not to burst out laughing. Fortunately, the adjutant played a piece of Dygaga's "Poker Face" to cover her up.

Taking the phone from the teacher, Liana pinched her throat with her hands and said in a harsh witch voice: "Hello, what's wrong with you? How much money does your family have? Which treatment package? We have euthanasia, tragic death, and death here. There are three options to choose from."

"Hee hee hee?"

The person on the other side of the phone seems to have become a little nervous. He can't say anything but laugh, and even now he can't even laugh well.

"I asked you what kind of package?!" Liana's face instantly showed the true appearance of a devil, and the sounds of hell were made between the sharp teeth. Just listening to the sound was like smelling sulfur. She He also used the pressure of the Hell Lord.

"Ah!!! Toot toot toot"

The other person screamed and then put down the phone, leaving only the monotonous syllables of no answer.

"Kekeke." The overjoyed Mysterio smiled and hung up the phone. She hooked the teacher's arm and continued walking forward. As she walked, she said, "Teacher, what do you think of my performance?"

"Very good, I just need to play with them for a while longer." Su Ming took out two bottles of soda from his pocket, and Strangler helped unscrew the caps. The two of them drank one bottle in each hand: "Speaking of which, leave Gilead. Behind the first door I found was this kind of ghost place."

Yes, after leaving Gilead City, Su Ming flew hundreds of kilometers with Mysterio and found a door in a mass grave.

After clearing away hundreds of ghoul-like monsters, the master and apprentice entered the door to investigate. As a result, they arrived at the Overlook Hotel. The door behind them was still missing, and they had to find another door to leave from here.

Just looking at the familiar corridor and patterned carpet, it might be accidental, but when Su Ming saw the name of the hotel written on the free matches next to the ashtray in the corridor, he knew that he and his students had entered " The world of "The Shining".

"Teacher, I have only watched the movie and not the original work, so I have a question: Are there ghosts in this hotel?"

Mysterious guest's mentality is the real vacation mentality. She doesn't care where she is, she is only curious about the scenery on the journey.

"It's hard to say. Both views have markets and each has its own truth. Lao Jin will not give a definite answer. This is his style."

Su Ming, who was stroking his stubble, was pulled towards the lobby by her, took out a cigarette and lit it:

"Those who say there are no ghosts are also called psychoanalysts. They generally believe that Jack had various assumptions after going crazy that caused the tragedy. Those who think there are ghosts are the supernaturalists. They think this place is a haunted house. Almost everyone They are all ghosts, even this house is alive.”

"What about our current situation?"

Mysterio personally prefers the latter. She is the Lord of Hell. Although she is not like Mephisto and others who specialize in the soul realm, she can still feel the existence of spiritual bodies.

It sounds mysterious, but it is a feeling, a breath, cold and full of fishy smell, coming from all directions, wrapping around the two of them like night.

"You know it yourself, so you don't have to ask me everything." Su Ming smiled and touched her head, pointing to the phone behind her: "Didn't someone just apply to interact with me? I don't know if they are actually with me. It’s not up to date, and my mental endurance is too poor.”

"Haha, that's right." Liana squinted her eyes and rubbed her palms: "Let's go find the door out of here. Teacher, where do you think it will be?"

"It should be upstairs, either room 217 or room 237." Su Ming answered without thinking.

After all, in this hotel full of various doors, there are not many meaningful doors. These two house numbers, one is the version and the other is the movie version, are both places where the tragic story unfolds.

While talking, the two walked through the lobby. In the dark hall, skeletons and white bones covered with spider webs on the leather sofa turned their heads towards them.