Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 111
It was late at night, and the whole town was shrouded in darkness, and the faint moonlight was also blocked by clouds.

The mature woman who had been watching dramas at the front desk of the hotel looked up at twelve o'clock. She remembered that the hotel checked in today... a dozen guests?

She looked, five people on the second floor, seven people on the third floor, and three people on the fourth floor.

All in all, the overall population capacity is adequate, only the fourth floor is a bit low.

What's on the fourth floor?Oh, a hanged ghost who paid her overnight fee to live in 407 and waited for a rabbit, and five men and women who also paid an overnight fee to play games on the fourth floor.

It's fine, it's fine, she's not only doing business with living people, but also with dead people, as long as she has enough money.

The mature woman continued eating melon seeds and watching dramas after she finished her calculations. She felt that human beings are fairly accomplished in entertainment, at least more innovative than those ghosts who repeat the past death methods all the time.

……

The new drama on the fourth floor has just begun.

The woman with crying makeup was only wearing a nightdress with suspenders, and there was a long incision behind the right shoulder, which was constantly bleeding out.

She didn't wear shoes, neither outdoor shoes nor slippers, so she ran barefoot in the corridor on the fourth floor.

The door that she had just closed was being pounded again and again. At first, the movement sounded like a human fist, but after that it sounded... like some metal utensils.

The woman wiped her face, walked through the corridor at the end, and knocked on the door of each room. In response to the pleading in her mouth, the expression on her face did not change much.

Not even the slightest widening wound on her back and the meandering blood trickling from her calf could stop her from walking.

Gradually, she came to the few rooms near the elevator.

These are the rooms where newcomers are staying.

The woman first knocked on 411 and got no response, and then 409. The people inside were sleeping like pigs, which made the woman's cries a little sad.

The last one was 407. She stood at the door of 407 and frantically knocked on the door, quite desperate.

"Please, open the door and let me hide!"

"My friend... my friend suddenly went crazy..."

"He's going to cut me...he's going to take a knife and cut me!"

The woman's crying became softer and softer, until there was only a murmur of resentment left behind. She pressed her head against the door and bit her nails nervously.

What if no one answers the door?Wouldn't she be... No, it can't be like this, no matter what, you must open a room, otherwise everyone will--

Dark thoughts breed in resentment, and before she can act on them, the door opens in front of her.

The woman who didn't stand still staggered forward, and then she was pushed away by an external force, and she couldn't help taking a step back.

The woman raised her face, and she saw a face with an unfriendly expression in her teary eyes.

It is euphemistic to say that it is not friendly, the black-haired young man is expressionless, as if he can stutter someone in the next second.

The woman trembled pitifully, and then said: "Can you let me in? I temporarily locked my friend in the room, and he is about to break through the door, please..."

Baisu stared at the long trail of blood dragged out in the corridor, afraid that others would not know where the wounded had gone.

Furthermore... Baisu turned his gaze back to the woman in front of him.

Let's not talk about what this ghostly makeup can tell, or whether it can arouse people's sympathy. Wearing such a little makeup to cry outside at night is indeed quite professional.

However, Baisu still asked with a dark face, "Don't you sleep at night?"

The woman outside the door froze for a moment with a face full of makeup: "What...?"

"Forget it." Baisu didn't bother to continue asking, picked up the bed scarf that was used to wrap the hanged ghost's head, and held the woman's bare arm through the cloth, "Come in."

He pulled the man in, then kicked back with his heel, closing the door behind him.

Something is wrong... something feels wrong.

Although the process was a bit bumpy, the woman who knocked on the door of a room felt that something was wrong.

The lights in room 407 were not turned on. The woman took two steps inside and smelled a strange smell—rust mixed with a bit of rancidity.

Could it be that there are other supernatural beings who came first?
It seems that he told the proprietress downstairs that there are other residents on the fourth floor... When thinking about "him", the woman trembled unconsciously.

But... since humans can open the door for her, it means there is no problem, right?

And Jin Du came in, the woman didn't think too much, she took a paper towel from the table and wiped her face, and continued talking according to the original plan.

"Can, can you help call the police? I... I didn't bring out my mobile phone. Here... the police station here is very close to here. Call the police now, and we will be saved!"

fake.

Calling the police is just a rhetoric. As long as humans pick up their mobile phones, if they are more careful, they will find that the signal shows that they are no longer in the service area.

I didn't notice at all carelessly that the call to the police could also be connected, but the person who answered the call would not be a policeman from the police station.

It's not a human being who answers the phone.

She knew, she always knew, she knew what went through to the person who answered the door and helped to call the police.

Human beings are in a state of panic, whether they are calling or not.

The grief on her face was fleeting, the woman hugged her arm, and said pitifully: "I'm sorry to hurt you, but I didn't expect... I really didn't expect—"

Before she finished speaking, the lights in the room flickered on, and the woman subconsciously raised her hand to block the light.

"Are you afraid of light?" A human question came from behind, "It's very similar to a human's reaction."

Human reaction... what do you mean?
The woman's heart pounded, she lowered her hand and saw what she was facing.

The furnishings in the room were like wind and clouds. Although it had been cleaned, traces of fighting could still be seen, as well as...and the rolled up and stained bedding on the ground.

The cleaner didn't pay much attention, and the quilt that was torn from the bed was just rolled up hastily, with the blood-stained side facing outward.

Sure enough, other ghosts came earlier.

But failed?What happened?
The woman suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned her head.

The black-haired young man stood not far from her, and slowly poured him a glass of water from the kettle that had just been boiled, and drank the scalding hot water in one gulp without any delay.

Wait... Freshly boiled, this hot water?The woman froze, her brain, which was stuck like a rusty gear, turned slowly.

From the moment she entered the door, the sense of disobedience had always existed, but she didn't think about it or care about it.

After Baisu drank the hot water, he put down the kettle, turned around and walked towards the woman.

The woman realized something, and backed away again and again, because she didn't notice the obstacle behind her, she tripped and fell into the rolled bedding.

The wound on the back of her shoulder came into contact with the white cloth, instantly smudged red, like a bloody flower blooming.

Because she wiped her face clean for the time being, her delicate appearance looked even more pitiful, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although the scene is beautiful, it is a pity that there are no people who will appreciate it.

(End of this chapter)