I learned about Yuan Kang's death and also knew that there was a big problem with Junli Hotel. But to be honest, this did not help the current situation.

I don’t know anything about why Junli Hotel has such dangerous and terrifying power and I can’t stop it.

I could only tell Shouzi and the others about this, especially Chen Xiaoqiu, and I had some more instructions.

Among us, only Chen Yihan is likely to enter Junli Hotel. Who knows what Junli Hotel will do to people who are not hotel employees?

Chen Xiaoqiu thanked him and said that he would tell Chen Yihan about this.

When I stayed at home on weekends, I felt like I had lice all over and felt very uncomfortable.

Things in Junli Hotel can move and kill people, so what about the furniture and utensils in other places?

I guess the situation at Junli Hotel is related to the Feng Shui mentioned by Nangong Yao, and I always feel like I feel lingering fear, and any dead objects around me have become weird.

At night, I thought I would be unable to sleep well, but when I touched the pillow, I fell into a dream.

My heart skipped a beat, and I thought about it and hoped again.

Are you going to dream of Yuan Kang again?

Yuan Kang has worked in Junli Hotel for so many years, and perhaps he still knows about Feng Shui?

It would be great if we could use this to find out the truth.

"Xiaozhong!"

The busy kitchen in front of me and the shouts in my ears made me realize that I was too naive.

The object I dreamed of this time was not Yuan Kang, but Wei Xiaozhong.

Wei Xiaozhong was busy in the kitchen. After the kitchen was ready to cook, Wei Xiaozhong had to take it out and deliver it to the guests in the restaurant.

He does the most technical job and the busiest and trivial job. It is not his turn to order food.

I noticed his expression and found that he was normal and nothing strange.

He served the dishes like this several times. After serving a pasta to the guests again, he turned around and left the restaurant.

His pace and pace did not change at all, and his expression on his face was as gentle and polite as before.

After leaving the restaurant, his uniform became conspicuous. This was not the uniforms that would appear in the hotel lobby, corridors and guest rooms. But the people around him ignored this and even the hotel staff did not look puzzled.

Wei Xiaozhong walked to the elevator, pressed the button on the top floor, and watched the elevator slowly move up. When he reached the 23rd floor, he turned into the stairwell and went up the rooftop.

The door of the rooftop seemed to be unlocked, and Wei Xiaozhong opened it as soon as he pushed it.

The cold wind blew whistling on the open rooftop.

Wei Xiaozhong shivered, hugged his arm, and sighed.

"It's so cold..." Wei Xiaozhong muttered and circled around the rooftop. "It looks quite tall, but it's not as good as those skyscrapers." Wei Xiaozhong talked to himself again, turned his head and looked up at the high-rise buildings next to him, and looked at the building complex opposite Luoqu River.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, let go of his arms, opened his arms, closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the wind.

He shivered again, bared his teeth and sniffed, "It's too cold." He stomped his feet, looked at the central air conditioning unit on the rooftop, leaned over, and hid behind the machine to block the wind.

I watched his face gradually turn red, his nose turned red, and his lips turned white. He had no intention of leaving, just looking into the distance.

After about ten minutes, he sighed, stood up with a desolate expression, and walked around the rooftop again. This seemed to be an unconscious action, and his expression seemed to be struggling with important things.

He stopped at the edge of the rooftop, looked into the distance for a moment, and looked down at the ground.

I floated in the air, thinking all over my mind, I am not like this, but in the hotel, I can’t do anything to me, right?

Wei Xiaozhong stretched out his arms and suddenly shouted: "Ah."

He is venting.

The sound did not pass very far.

The bustling and bustling roads are much louder than the sound of Wei Xiaozhong.

Wei Xiaozhong did not put down his hands, but leaned his body forward and fell forward.

I didn't bother to think carefully and stretched out my hand to Wei Xiaozhong.

Before my hand touched Wei Xiaozhong's body, a creepy feeling came out again.

The source of sight is except for all directions ahead and above me.

Wei Xiaozhong's body had fallen down.

My eyes stuck to Wei Xiaozhong's body, and I kept reaching out.

Wei Xiaozhong grew up and shouted again: "Ah"

puff!

The bamboo pole of the scaffolding penetrated his body, and his shouting was stopped, turning into meaningless "hoho" moans and bloody sounds. The workers on the scaffolding screamed in panic, and the sound was louder than Wei Xiaozhong's shout. Below the building, there were also screams, soaring straight into the sky.

My stiff body regained its movements, turned around, lowered my head, and looked at the hotel.

The hotel is still a hotel, and the floor of the rooftop is nothing special. The air conditioners and pipes are not ghosts, they are just dead objects. I searched for a long time but couldn't find anything.

My previous vision seemed to be projected on me.

I couldn't help but think of Chu Run.

In Chu Run's consciousness, dead objects can also speak.

Could it be that Chu Run was not mentally frightened by the ghost, but was it true...heard the sound of dead objects?

My scalp was numb, and a trembling feeling rushed from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head, and I suddenly woke up.

During the meal, my parents saw that I had serious dark circles, and they all asked me about my well-being and were very concerned about it.

I had to say that I had stayed up late to watch the movie.

Holding the bowl, I just felt heavy on my hands.

The bowl I used for is not known to me. I don’t know which relative gave me a birthday bowl when I passed away to hold a funeral. To be honest, this bowl is nothing special except for the fixed shape and similarity. It has never been opened. It is not really used by the elderly, but sent by the funeral one-stop person.

The chopsticks I used in my home were bought in the supermarket, with a pack of twenty wooden chopsticks, without patterns, brown, square, and no characteristics. If it is a monster, either the chopstick manufacturer has died or the wood they cut becomes a tiny.

Both of these are products from the assembly line.

The plates, tables, and are not antiques, and home appliances have been replaced in the past ten years.

No one died in my family, it is not a haunted house.

When I bought a house and decorating it, I didn’t find anyone to see Feng Shui.

My parents don't believe this.

I passed this message one by one in my mind and ate absent-mindedly, just to convince myself that the things at home are normal, very, very safe.

If there is anything unusual in this house, then it is probably only the files of Aoye and me and the one in my room, which are particularly supernatural.

Thinking of this, I felt a lot more relaxed.

After dinner, I returned to the house. My eyes were scanned by the Qingye file in the cabinet, and then I went to get my phone and told the Skinny and the others about my dream last night.

The thin man screamed, very scared, even more scared than yesterday.
Chapter completed!