When this magnificent hotel collapsed, should 21 clerks and 17 ghosts be buried together or find a way out?

Ji Li leaned on a crutch and looked at the last portrait of the No. 10 store with a calm expression.

The identity of this blank portrait is mysterious. Others do not understand the meaning of the painting at all, but he knows very well that the empty painting should be a young man named Zhu.

The tenth store is like dead.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and no one appeared here, even more than that.

After leaving Villa No. 13 and returning to the store again, even the 17 ghost residents on the second floor were so quiet.

"I feel very uncomfortable with this branch, but I can't say where it caused it."

The third personality suddenly said this.

It changed again.

Ji Li came here twice today and felt completely different.

Half an hour ago, he felt the dusk energy, but no one was there but there were ghosts.

But half an hour later, he couldn't even sense the dusk energy. Not only was there no one, but there were not even ghosts left.

The entire No. 10 store seemed to be cleared in Ji Li's eyes and no longer existed.

"Hotel will?"

As the manager of the No. 10 store, Ji Li has the right to command the will, but at this moment, no matter how he called, the male voice never spoke.

Not only people and ghosts, but even the will of the hotel has disappeared.

No matter how knowledgeable Ji Li was, he was helpless about it. He didn't know what the problem was.

So he began to walk layer by layer, pushing open one door by one.

On the second floor, there are 17 ghosts, and the inside is empty.

The third floor, 22 rooms, were also deserted.

Quan Liang and Cheng Ming seemed to have disappeared and were erased by this world. Ji Li was the only one left in the huge tenth store.

This is one of the top ten branches under Tianhai. It is impossible to fall into this even if it declines.

Ji Li put his hand on the railing and looked down at the three-story hotel. The brown first floor floor was as neat as before, and the light shone on people.

He vaguely saw his shadow, reflected on the floor, shaking, as if there were, as if there were nothing.

"Could it be that the person who has the problem is myself?"

"Dinglinglinglinglinglinglingling!"

At this moment, Ji Li's cell phone suddenly buzzed. He picked up the phone and looked at the number from "Fang Shenyan" on it, and fell into deep thought.

He wasn't thinking about the phone call, but he realized something.

This morning, before coming to the No. 10 store, he didn't bring his cell phone at all...

No cell phone...

Didn't bring...

"Shop Manager?"

Suddenly, someone touched the shoulder behind him. Ji Li suddenly turned his head and glanced back with a sharp look.

Cheng Ming, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, was startled by the glance, and the steaming coffee spilled on the back of his hand, and he was so hot that he jumped up and down.

Cheng Ming looked at Ji Li in confusion while cleaning his soaked sleeves and asked:

"What's wrong with the store manager?"

In an instant, Fang Shenyan's call seemed to have eliminated the exception.

Everything in the store became particularly normal. The unsafe department in the ghost's heart disappeared, and then the clerks seemed to emerge out of thin air. On the first and third floors, several figures with their own actions were seen.

Ji Li seemed to understand.

He was influenced by a ghost, maybe the one that was outside the window of the seventh branch store, or maybe the one outside the door of the tenth branch store, but he must have been hit.

Everything happens without meaning.

The evening air and death air in the shop are like some signs, which have been firmly imprinted in his heart, making him feel alert to some things in the future.

Ji Li looked at Cheng Ming who was waiting to solve his doubts deeply and answered the phone call that had been ringing for a long time.

"I'm Ji Li."

"Ji Li, I have something to tell you.

I'm waiting for you at 'Jane Tea'."

Fang Shenyan only said this, but after hearing his tone changed from the past, it seemed that something serious was going to happen, and even this matter could not be discussed in the hotel.

Ji Li frowned, put away his phone thoughtfully, looked at Cheng Ming opposite him, walked forward slowly, and whispered to his ear:

"Don't go back to the store if you have nothing to do these days.

The same goes for Quan Liang.

Just know about this, don’t spread it.”

Cheng Ming was stunned at first, but then his face changed. He looked at Ji Li who was leaving, and he was shocked in his eyes.

...

The last time Jane Cha received Tianhai clerks, it was traced back to the time when the three major store managers rescued Tongguan.

In the same room and in front of the same table, there are now several people who were sitting there who can never come back.

The moment Ji Li pushed open the door, he saw Fang Shenyan not sitting down, and he was standing at the window smoking a cigarette.

"Ahem..."

Fang Shenyan was coughing, one sound heavier than the other, and it could only be delayed when every breath of cigarette.

When he turned his head, Ji Li saw a face that was seriously mentally regressed and had red and swollen eyes.

Especially with the right eye, he always felt that this eye was obviously ordinary, but it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Here we come, let's hurry up."

Fang Shenyan squatted out the cigarette, sat down on his seat, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few more times.

Ji Li frowned, his eyes never left him, and he said in a deep voice:

"You seem to be sick."

Fang Shenyan took a sip of boiled water on the table, took a few breaths, and responded calmly:

"That's the first thing I'm going to say."

Seeing that he was very uncomfortable, Ji Li's eyes changed when he heard this, and he also took a cigarette and put it beside his mouth, falling into silence.

"Ji Li, I'm almost dead."

He was very calm when he said this, as if he was talking about others, but perhaps it was a kind of indifference of a dying person.

"What are you talking about..."

Ji Li raised his eyes and glanced at him, took a deep breath of cigarette, but his head was lowered but kept frowning tightly.

Fang Shenyan's throat seemed very uncomfortable, and he kept drinking water until he put down the cup, as if he laughed.

"It's true. I have lung cancer and at the end of the day, there is no help.

The doctor said that my heart would stop beating at any time.”

The devouring ghost is unknown how many ghosts it has swallowed, and what ability it has, but in short, there is one way to make living people who are close to it suffer from incurable diseases.

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These dead people are not the end, their impact continues.

Ji Li pinched the cigarette at his fingertips and finally looked up at the man in front of him.

The relationship between them is always very subtle.

In too many of the most difficult times and the most desperate times, they are working together with each other, back to back, and fighting for a long journey.

But even so, it is better to say that they trust each other's abilities than trust each other.

This pair of people who are obviously the most tacit understanding have never been able to become real comrades-in-arms.

Character is the biggest obstacle between them. Two people who are frivolous are destined to be friends.

However, when he said this in person, Ji Li's hand trembled while holding Yan's hand.

Fang Shenyan, who entered the seventh branch, even though he was sick, was very few injured, eventually suffered from lung cancer.

Even Ji Li had to believe that maybe this was fate.

"Is Tianhai's influence so weak?"
To be continued...