I have delusions, and you want me to participate in a ghost story?

【Sender: Zhou Xiaochuan
Message content: I have brought Xie Jiaojiao to the first floor as you requested. Where are you?

Shipping time: 2.14 minutes】

After sending this message, Zhou Xiaochuan silently moved away, as far away from the stairs as possible and from the newly appeared greasy door.

After all, these two places are where danger is most likely to occur and are the most unsafe.

After Zhou Xiaochuan sent this message, Xie Jiaojiao's body trembled a little.

She has always been extremely afraid of her sister who cannot communicate.

However, Zhou Xiaochuan waited for two minutes, but Xie Jiaojiao on the phone did not give any answer.

Originally, she asked herself to come to the first floor, so she would definitely show up, but she didn't.

Why did Xie Jiaojiao in the phone ask me to come to the first floor? Why didn't she show up? Where is she now?

The dim blue lights flickered, making the atmosphere of the entire first floor of the hotel extremely eerie.

The dim light from the cell phone's flashlight not only failed to bring any warmth to Xie Jiaojiao at the moment, but made her even more scared.

Zhou Xiaochuan felt that Xie Jiaojiao's arms were getting tighter and tighter around him.

"Is anyone here? Is anyone here? Xie Jiaojiao? Daughter? Are you here?"

After waiting for another two minutes, Zhou Xiaochuan leaned against the wall, his body shining with golden light, and asked loudly.

The Xie Jiaojiao he was calling out now was, of course, not the 140cm tall 160-year-old little Lolita who was hugging his arm tightly and refused to let go, but the -year-old Xie Jiaojiao who was about cm tall and sent him the message.

Although it is very dangerous to do this in the world of ghost stories, but with time flowing at ten times the speed, time is really too urgent!
It is already three o'clock in the morning, and there are only one hundred minutes left until the final deportation at eight o'clock in the evening. We must find a way to survive within one hundred minutes!
We can't just sit here and wait for death, we must take the initiative!

After shouting a few times, Zhou Xiaochuan didn't get any response, so he directly pulled the trembling Xie Jiaojiao and walked towards the oil-stained door.

Just as Zhou Xiaochuan was walking towards the newly appeared, oil-stained door, there was suddenly a "boom" behind him, followed by an extremely strong cold wind that hit Zhou Xiaochuan directly on the back.

Although the clothes Zhou Xiaochuan was wearing were relatively thick, they seemed like nothing in the face of the cold wind.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Xie Jiaojiao, who had always been in poor health, even sneezed loudly, then rubbed her head and wiped all the snot from her nose onto Zhou Xiaochuan's clothes.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaochuan didn't care about this matter. He turned around quickly and found the source of the cold.

The source was right behind him, and the door of the hotel was opened a small gap of about fifty centimeters.

Originally, the interior of the Chase Hotel could be considered airtight. Although there was a snowstorm outside, the wind basically could not reach the residents on the first floor due to the protection of the hotel.

Of course, you can still feel the breeze in the corridor on the second floor.

But for some reason, the wind on this floor is much stronger than the wind in the corridor on the second floor!

The violent storm, mixed with heavy snow, continued to blow Zhou Xiaochuan's body.

Obviously only one door was opened, but the entire first floor of the hotel was filled with wind and snow.

No matter where he went, the snow and wind would blow accurately onto his body, and it also carried an extremely strong and cold aura.

The cold breath seemed to penetrate into Zhou Xiaochuan's bones, filling every inch of his bones, every inch of his tendons, and every drop of his blood! Zhou Xiaochuan was very familiar with this feeling.

Isn't that how I felt the next morning when I was trapped in the corridor?
The longer this cold breath stayed in his body, the colder his body felt.

It's the kind of coldness that goes deep into the soul and into the bone marrow.

Moreover, the golden light on his body was gradually becoming weaker.

It turned out that the cold and gloomy feeling in the corridor on the second floor was caused by the snowstorm!
If just being blown into it caused this, then what if you were to leave the Chase Hotel directly, be expelled, and be placed in the entire snowstorm?

Zhou Xiaochuan gritted his teeth, ran to the door of the hotel as fast as he could, and then tried to close the door with his hands.

“Provoke it!!”

However, even if Zhou Xiaochuan mobilized the golden light all over his body and used up all his strength, he was unable to close the opened door.

Xie Jiaojiao's help was of no avail.

However, Zhou Xiaochuan discovered that Xie Jiaojiao's aura was not affected by the blizzard like his own.

"Jiaojiao, do you feel uncomfortable in this snowstorm?"

Zhou Xiaochuan asked.

"Of course I have, you see I have a cold, Dad!"

Xie Jiaojiao pointed at her snot, and Zhou Xiaochuan tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wiped Xie Jiaojiao's nose.

"Don't you feel the cold breath that penetrates deep into your bones? Has your strength and mobility been affected by it?"

Since this door cannot be closed, what Zhou Xiaochuan needs to do now is to give up this door and quickly go to the room behind the oil-stained door.

Because the rest of the first floor had already been explored by me yesterday, although the first floor has undergone tremendous changes at this moment, there may be some different places.

However, time is limited, and it is obviously unrealistic to turn the entire first floor upside down like we did in the morning, so we can only move forward quickly and explore the most obvious abnormalities.

That is the room behind the greasy door!
Originally, it would only take about twenty seconds to run from the hotel entrance to the oil-stained room.

However, Zhou Xiaochuan, affected by the snowstorm, now felt as if his thighs were filled with lead, and his movement speed dropped significantly.

This is exactly the same situation as what we encountered previously in the corridor on the second floor!
Hearing Zhou Xiaochuan's question, Xie Jiaojiao exclaimed softly, "No, I just have a cold. Dad, you don't have a fever, do you?"

After saying that, Xie Jiaojiao reached out and touched Zhou Xiaochuan's head, and wiped the snot on her hand onto Zhou Xiaochuan's forehead.

"Hey, isn't it hot? No, why are you walking so slowly? At this rate, it will take 20 minutes to get to the door!"

Twenty minutes, multiplied by ten, equals two hundred minutes.

We can't afford to waste that kind of time now!

"Father was affected by the snowstorm, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead..."

Zhou Xiaochuan did not reprimand Xie Jiaojiao for wiping her nose, but explained to Xie Jiaojiao.

"Ah, there's really nothing I can do, but I'm not affected. Just run with all your strength and I'll push you from behind. It should be much faster!" (End of this chapter)