Chapter 1 Peace Hotel
“So, I have traveled through time too?”
Looking at the room layout from the Republic of China period around him, Lin Yuan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
From the moment he woke up, countless messages flooded into his mind, telling him that he was now in another world and another place.
He is at the Peace Hotel now!
Although the name of this hotel is full of meanings of longing for peace, and it is very similar to the hotel in Shanghai in a certain movie, it is not crowded with customers.
Lin Yuan got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked out the window.
It was foggy outside the window. It did not have the ultimate luxury atmosphere of Shanghai Beach. Instead, it looked gloomy, as if it had been raining for several months, and not even the slightest light could be seen in the sky.
“It shouldn’t be the one in Shanghai.”
Lin Yuan sighed and sat back on the bed.
At this time, his stomach growled.
“I seem to be the only one in this hotel. Not to mention the waiter, there is not even a chef. How can this be called a restaurant? However, a restaurant that has not had guests for many years seems to have no use for it. These employees.”
That’s right.
According to the information Lin Yuan obtained, this Peace Hotel has not received a guest for many years.
Such a restaurant actually didn’t close down. Its predecessor was really powerful and it was really well-off.
But, at least hire a chef!
Lin Yuan wore a mask of pain and opened the door.
The Peace Hotel has three floors: the first floor is the lobby, with eight tables and a kitchen; the second floor is the accommodation rooms, with a total of four; and the third floor is the residence of the boss.
The decoration is pretty good, in the style of the Republic of China, and it is based on the style of the home - bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom.
When Lin Yuan came to the kitchen, he couldn't help but be a little surprised - it was obviously in the style of the Republic of China, but it actually had a refrigerator and a natural gas stove.
"What configuration is this?" he thought in surprise.
As a young person who has experienced the convenience of modern life, it is more comfortable to have a refrigerator and a natural gas stove without burning firewood.
Otherwise, it would be too painful to have him burn firewood to cook.
He opened the refrigerator and a stream of cold air came out.
There are only a few pieces of meat and some vegetables left in the refrigerator.
"How many meals can we eat here?"
Lin Yuan sighed, but still took out a piece of meat and a handful of vegetables.
Before traveling, for the sake of survival, he spent a year forcing himself to learn to cook. Although it's not a delicious food, at least you won't have diarrhea or vomiting after eating it.
"The kitchen utensils are actually inlaid with gold. How rich do you have to be to be so free?"
Lin Yuan complained while putting on an apron and started cooking.
In just half an hour, every dish and soup was ready. He had just taken two bites when he heard a knock on the door downstairs.
The knock on the door was quite urgent.
However, it has a special rhythm:
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang!
Bang bang!
"In this damn weather, there are actually guests coming to the door?" Although Lin Yuan was surprised, he still went down to the first floor and opened the door.
……
Hurry up and open the door! The clear footsteps in Yang Jian's ears were getting closer and closer, which made his forehead drip with cold sweat and made him almost go crazy.
Everything that happened today was too ridiculous.
First, a so-called Interpol with a big belly told ghost stories, and then a scary old man came and killed most of the students in No. 7 Middle School by knocking on the door.
He finally escaped and was pushed into a haunted toilet by a classmate.
The originally narrow toilet seemed to become extremely vast in the dark night, and Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, who were pulled into the toilet together by him, should have died in the hands of the terrifying toilet ghost. He was alone.
Originally, he was heading in the direction of the sound of water drops, but somehow he appeared on a foggy dirt road and saw the Republic of China-style building in front of him - the Peace Hotel!
Such a weird place, such a weird building, with Yang Jian's cautious character, it is absolutely impossible to go forward easily, but the footsteps behind him have become clearer and clearer, and the cold breath is almost spitting on him on the neck.
He knew he had no choice but to fight for a possible chance of survival here.
"Hurry up and open the door!"
Yang Jian kicked the door without caring about anything else, but when he kicked it with all his strength, the door did not move at all, and not even a sound was heard. Instead, he bounced to the ground.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a pale hand reaching out from the fog behind him and grabbing his neck.
Yang Jian quickly picked up his phone and clicked on a recording.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang!
Bang bang!
Amid this strange knock on the door, the pale hand retracted into the mist, but did not completely leave. A few fingers could be vaguely seen.
"This method is no longer very effective. If I continue like this, I will definitely die."
Yang Jian's mind was spinning crazily, but the next scene made him liver and gallbladder Desire.
The pale hand stopped for a few breaths, then reached out again and grabbed his neck.
The recording in Yang Jian's hand continued to play, but it was obviously useless.
"Am I going to die?"
Yang Jian sighed in his heart, but found that his heart was unusually calm, as if he had expected that death would come as scheduled.
“Come on, come on, why are you in such a hurry.”
A sudden sound came from behind the door of the folk building, but Yang Jian, who had his neck pinched, was already covered in hair. It was so cold that my lips were trembling so much that I couldn't speak.
A squeak!
The door opened and Yang Jian saw a handsome young man.
He looked at Yang Jian in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Yang Jian thought bitterly in his heart: "Before I die, I have to drag an innocent person to death. Unfortunately, these are not things I need to worry about. After all, I am going to die soon... strange "It's been so long, why am I not dead yet?"
Yang Jian has just experienced many thrilling scenes.
When the knocker came to No. 7 Middle School, he easily took the lives of a large number of students as soon as he knocked on the door.
The strange baby that crawled out from the belly of the Interpol named Zhou Zheng is also extremely dangerous.
Death came so neatly, without mercy, and without any luck.
But what now?
Obviously it was another ghost. It had grabbed his neck and was attacking him, but he had no means of resistance.
But why has he not died for so long, and even the coldness that chilled his soul has dissipated?
Just when Yang Jian was full of doubts, he heard the handsome young man's puzzled inquiry: "It doesn't hurt when this wild boar bites your neck? It's bleeding!"< br>
(End of this chapter)