Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 109 The Hanged Ghost

An Xiangwen:?When did the lady boss say that?

The curly-haired youth frantically thought back, thinking that he would have missed it when he went out.

Hence, An Xiangwen followed Baisu closely on the whole way back to the hotel, fearing to be left behind, but instead said that Wei Wenxue, who was afraid of ghosts, was always hanging behind, some distance away from the other two.

The flaxen-haired girl was absent-minded and sighed uncontrollably.

Baisu thinks that she is still thinking about the crushed mobile phone: "Is there really no need to lose money?"

Wei Wenxue hummed, then shook her head: "No need..." This is really not a question of whether to pay or not.

An Xiangwen was relieved that nothing strange happened all the way back to the hotel.

After going upstairs, Wei Wenxue gritted her teeth before entering the room, and called the other two to stop: "That—"

An Xiangwen stopped first, and Baili, who had already entered the room, chose the latter between closing the door and looking back, and leaned back a little, ready to listen to what Wei Wenxue was going to say.

The flaxen-haired girl struggled a few times, and finally said tactfully: "It's best not to go out at night, and ignore the sound."

After An Xiangwen heard it, he immediately made an ok gesture: "Yes, I understand the poor sound insulation, and I won't disturb other people's good deeds!"

Wei Wenxue: ...

Wei Wenxue: No, what the hell do you know!You don't understand anything!
The flaxen-haired girl was a little crazy, but An Xiangwen, who had misunderstood her, had already entered the door, but Baisu didn't respond at all. In the end, she was left tangled outside the door.

Suddenly footsteps and voices came from the stairs on the fourth floor. Wei Wenxue hurried into the room, blocking all the sounds from the door.

After a while, no one went upstairs, and the sound of people and footsteps suddenly disappeared.

……

Doors are really a good insulator sometimes.

If you don't open the door, you won't invite the ghosts and monsters outside.

Of course, unreasonable ghosts exist, and ghosts who stay in the house in advance also exist.

Baisu washed and changed his clothes as usual, sat on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, when the human next door sent a game invitation, saying that he should play two games before going to bed.

Most of the time, Baisu was easy to talk to, so he clicked on the link.

Ten minutes later, An Xiangwen begged Baisu not to give away any more heads by typing.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, Brother Bai is begging you, you stand in the spring and don't move.

An Xiangwen: If you don't move, we will play 4 against 5, but if you go, we will play 4 against 6.

Baisu:.

The black-haired young man sat on the bed and reflected for a while, thinking that this must not be his problem, but that human games are too difficult to play.

An Xiangwen really couldn't take Baisu with him, so he played another round. Before the other teammates cursed, he quickly led Baisu out of the team.

An Xiangwen: Brother Bai, I'm too good at it, wait for me to practice my skills.

An Xiangwen: Good night, Brother Bai!

The human avatar dimmed at the speed of light, which meant that it was offline, and Baisu put the phone lock screen into the charger and threw it aside.

Before going to bed, he made a number, and found the mass of body parts he threw out at noon after a thousand miles away.

Because the signal was a bit poor due to the distance, he intermittently allowed the much larger cotton wool to climb up the highway, successfully eating the high-speed ghost that tempted him in the morning.

As for the new high-speed supernatural rumors left behind?
What white XX, what does that have to do with him, he sleeps in a hotel far away.

After eating dessert before going to bed, Baisu lay down and closed her eyes.

Sleep, not completely asleep.

Wake up... In fact, he didn't really want to wake up, but the presence of the thing above his head was too strong.

What time is it now, already twelve o'clock in the evening?

Without directly opening his eyes, Baisu turned his head and looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was twelve past five.

Under the light of the phone screen, he could catch a glimpse of something flickering in the upper right of his field of vision from the corner of his eye.

Really unabashed.

Twelve o'clock is like a clear dividing line.

Tick, tick.

It wasn't the sound of the clock moving, but the continuous dripping of liquid, which accumulated on the bedding to form a puddle.

Baisu finally turned his head under the continuous voice harassment, and met the sight of the hanged corpse hanging from the chandelier with its tongue sticking out.

The dead body was hanged with a painful expression, eyes wide open, the thick hemp rope around the neck stuck in the throat, strangling the trachea, causing people to die slowly in suffocation, the muscles at the base of the tongue became loose, and the jaw was uncontrollable open.

Perhaps because it was discovered late, the corpse was still somewhat rotten, and the exposed skin and flesh, such as knuckles, fell off little by little, and fell on the bedding together with the inexplicably cut blood.

Baisu turned over and sat up.

The black-haired young man without fear was thinking, after he got rid of the hanged ghost, would the quilt leave any traces?
He didn't really want to explain to the unknown thing in human skin at the front desk tomorrow that his room needs to be cleaned because a hanged ghost was demolished last night.

The mature women at the front desk, including the weird old man with the cleaning tool, are not human.

In this way, the number of people in this hotel is quite low.

The hanging corpse didn't see any response from the person who was caught by it. He felt that he might have been frightened by himself, and moved his arm slightly towards the hanging rope around his neck.

After the rough hemp rope was untied, the corpse fell instantly.

It stands to reason that it should hit the human lying below.

Face to face with human beings, admiring the terrified and distorted expressions of human beings, and then taking advantage of the moment of human hesitation to seduce them, let them stand up, and put the hanging rope around their own necks——

The hanged man's body fell, but it fell on an empty bed.

Something is not going right.

Why did humans suddenly disappear?
The Hanged Ghost lost his shot and began to search for human traces. His dry eyeballs rolled around in the eye sockets, and his neck, which had already been misplaced, made a clicking sound. When he was about to turn his head, it was pressed from behind on the bed below him.

when!
The khaki-colored cloth was caged above the hanged ghost's head, and the opaque cloth completely blocked its sight, and the cloth was also covering its back, and an external force pressed it.

But the hanged ghost is a ghost after all, Lingyi sneered and ridiculed that human beings are overwhelmed and want to fight against it.

"It's useless, you'll end up—"

The hanged ghost moved his body, he wanted to get away with a flash, but he didn't expect to use his strength, but he didn't move at all.

how come!
The dark cloth tightened little by little, and the hanged ghost could feel a pair of human hands supporting its head.

Then, the human hand twisted slightly.

The head of the hanged ghost is separated from the body, but it doesn't matter, this is not a fatal injury to the ghost, as long as it can deceive and kill a few more people, it can--

The sheet covering the line of sight slipped off, half of Lingyi's head was still wrapped in it, and the hanged ghost's head was held by someone through the cloth and turned around.

So, it crashed into the black abyss.

(End of this chapter)