I hold my thighs in the survival game

Chapter 320 Baoshan Hotel (3)

At night, Shen Yue nestled in Fu Jinnian's arms and quickly fell asleep. The time ticked and ticked, and soon it was midnight, and there was the sound of clapping from the opposite side of the wall.

"Crack, crack!"

The sound of slapping the wall seemed to be right next to their ears, and the two of them were awakened immediately, opened their eyes and sat up from the bed at the same time.

The room was pitch black, as if boundless thick ink had been smeared heavily in the room, without a single ray of light, and the black space was so dark that people with claustrophobia would probably faint directly.

There was a gloomy and strange atmosphere in the room, and then Shen Yue heard the sound of "click, click" pressing the light switch.

"No electricity." Fu Jinnian's light voice sounded beside her.

Suddenly there was the sound of walking footsteps outside the house, and the footsteps soon stopped at their door, and the two looked at the door at the same time.

"Button...button."

There was a hasty knock on the door in the quiet room, and the next second a man's impatient voice sounded at the door: "I don't sleep at night, why are you taking pictures of the wall? Are you sick!"

As the man's voice fell, the sound of reaching out and hitting the wall stopped abruptly, and the room returned to calm.

In the darkness, the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

The wall slapping sound just now was not caused by the players in the next room, nor were they caused it, so there is only one possibility left...

The man outside the house stopped when he heard the sound of slapping the wall, and then left cursing. Shen Yue could even hear his footsteps and the sound of closing the door clearly.

At this time, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and the glaring light made the two of them close their eyes subconsciously. They opened their eyes slowly after they got used to the light.

In order to prevent unexpected situations, the two sat on the bed in silence for half an hour. The room was quiet and only the breathing of the two of them could be heard. The talent continued to rest on the bed with eyes closed.

Just after falling asleep, Shen Yue heard the sound of crawling outside the wall again, she frowned, and buried her head in Fu Jinnian's arms.

Shen Yue fell asleep in a daze after smelling the familiar smell.

Not long after she fell asleep, Fu Jinnian woke her up.

When Shen Yue woke up, she saw Fu Jinnian looking around the room with a serious face, her nose was still moving and sniffing the air vigorously.

"What's wrong, Brother Jin?" Shen Yue asked in a daze, "Is there any problem in this room now?"

"There is a smell of something burnt." Fu Jinnian whispered, picked up the fruit knife on the table, and gently peeled off the wallpaper in the corner. The wall is white and not newly painted, nor burnt. trace, so where does this burnt smell come from.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yue actually smelled it too. She covered her nose with her hands and got up from the bed, checked all the live sockets in the room, "Brother Jin, there is no problem."

The two looked at the door at the same time, and said in unison: "This smell is coming in from the outside."

Fu Jinnian turned on the faucet of the washbasin, and "squeaky" water flowed out of the faucet. He turned around and walked into the bathroom, took off the two white towels hanging from the hooks, and returned to the sink. cigarette.

It's boiling water! !

Fu Jinnian turned off the water, held one end of the towel with his fingers, wet the rest of the towel, and hung it on the hook on the shelf.

When it was not so hot, Fu Jinnian wrung out the excess water and gave Shen Yue a towel.

Shen Yue took the towel and covered her mouth and nose, and said, "Brother Jin, let's go out and have a look together."

Fu Jinnian nodded, and walked towards the door, followed by Shen Yue.

The corridor outside the house was dead silent, and the lights in the corridor flickered very rhythmically, as if someone was walking in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)