Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 44 The Puzzle of Death

The fox's tail is soft and warm, and still retains the faint scent of shower gel. If combined with a gentle head massage and ear cleaning service, it would be the ultimate enjoyment for office workers. All the accumulated fatigue seems to disappear at this moment.

But Duan Mingyuan still had to emphasize that he had no intention of doing so, but Jiu Yue’s kindness was too kind to refuse.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

Yang Ping in the next room was carefully reading every strange story circulating in the Congyun Hotel, especially the "rules" contained therein. Every detail in it could become the key to cracking the mystery.

Time passed by unknowingly. For Yang Ping, reading books at the desk all day was a normal part of his life, but today he was in a very bad state for some reason.

He had been feeling uneasy since he entered the room, his eyelids kept twitching, and closing his eyes to rest did not help. Instead, everything he saw appeared double.

The uneasiness in his heart grew more and more intense. The predecessors said that the evil spirit hidden in the Congyun Hotel was more powerful than the watchmaker. In his current trance state, he would only become a burden to others.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Rattle looked worried.

Ever since he was attacked on the way home from school, the child has been uneasy. The feeling of powerlessness when facing a strong enemy is like a mountain pressing on Yang Ping's shoulders.

But the truth is so cruel.

The organization has long been defunct in name only after experiencing tremendous changes. Although the liaison stations in various cities want to complete the reconstruction work, the biggest problem is that those "predecessors" who can fight against evil spirits are either dead or have joined evil organizations such as Wangxu.

Today's organizations can no longer have an equal relationship with evil spirits. Intelligence gathering is just a way of self-consolation. Even if more intelligence is collected, there is no one in the world who can truly handle this information.

What's worse is that since the collapse of the organization, for some unknown reasons, the frequency of evil spirits appearing in various places has increased dramatically, and powerful individuals have emerged in endlessly.

It was not until Duan Mingyuan appeared that Xiangwei recalled the organization's former glory.

"Don't be in a hurry. With your talent and ability, you will eventually--"

"Picture frame, 13th step, crystal chandelier, dark red rust..."

Yang Ping rubbed his eyes hard, and the words in the document became blurred again. This was the third time he saw these nouns today.

The same uneasiness, but with some subtle differences.

There was no longer the trembling that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. After gradually adapting to the feeling of trance, Yang Ping suddenly remembered the scene of his changing teeth as a child for some reason.

After the pain and discomfort, the new tooth will grow from the gums.

"Emotional fluctuations are the key to determining the strength of life energy."

"Desire and obsession determine the evolution of ability."

Yang Ping has been reciting the notes in the manuscript silently before falling asleep for the past two days, but he has never woken up from his wild dreams. He doesn't even know what his desires and obsessions are. Compared with his peers, his emotions are also very stable.

He always thought that he was an ordinary child. If one had to find some things about him that were slightly better than his peers...

Then I'm afraid the only thing left is to be able to do the questions.

He was praised by his teachers for his academic performance in junior high school, but his only advantage disappeared after he entered the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

Oh, right, the topic.

Just like the questions in an exercise paper, these meaningless words may be the puzzle in front of him. These are elements that can be found in Congyun Hotel.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping perked up. "Raymond, I'm going out for a while!"

Yang Ping got up hurriedly and ran out of the house without looking back.

Since the first day he was able to see evil spirits, the foresight of danger has always been with him, but his talent has always been in an uncontrollable state, and he cannot even achieve his job of "foresight".

It is impossible to infer the time and place, the specific identity of the victims is unknown, and there is no way to predict how they will encounter danger.

It was still daylight outside, and the supernatural enthusiasts who had checked into the hotel in the morning walked out of their rooms one after another, filming tools in their hands, taking photos everywhere. There were also a few people holding scales and doing live broadcasts along the way, narrating the history of the strange stories at the Congyun Hotel in eerie tones.

Yang Ping put all distractions behind him. Now he was like a student entering the examination room. All he had in his eyes was a puzzle made up of disordered nouns.

The hotel has four floors in total, and elements described by these words exist on almost every floor.

First, we went to the 13th step, narrowing the search range to the third floor. The Congyun Hotel adopted the oldest decoration style and did not have a separate safety passage. In order to continue the atmosphere of the "haunted building", after it became popular in the circle of supernatural enthusiasts, the operator did not renovate the hotel and let it maintain its most original appearance.

Rather than a hotel, this place is more like a retro-style villa. Directly opposite the entrance is the staircase leading to the upper floors, which represents the very center of the hotel. The guest rooms are located on both sides of the stairs.

The handrails are made of wood and the hygiene conditions are worrying. There are traces of oil, drinks and some unknown liquids left after drying on them. You can smell an unpleasant odor when you get closer.

"Rust, rust..."

Yang Ping walked down, muttering to himself, and when he reached the junction of the first and second floors, he stopped.

"The 13th step."

There were dark red marks on the right handrail, which looked like rust or traces left by dried blood. When I turned around, a nearly two-meter-long picture frame came into view.

The person in the picture frame is the founder of the hotel, Mr. Qian Congyun. He is wearing an old suit and has an awe-inspiring look.

For a moment, Yang Ping felt that the person in the picture frame's eyeballs moved, but when he looked carefully again, he could not find any clues.

Above your head is a crystal chandelier that has been hanging here since the moment the hotel was built.

From this angle, you can see all the strange nouns at a glance.

But what do these words mean?
What will happen on the 13th step?
At this moment, the "words" in Yang Ping's eyes turned into dissipating bubbles one after another. His vision became clearer and clearer. The double image and reality overlapped together, gradually forming an indivisible whole.

A new prompt appeared.

He saw a familiar name.

『Tang Qianqian■■,■■■■■■■■■■■■』

At this moment, "precognition" was no longer illusory. Yang Ping held his breath, and he was eager to know what would happen next.

Everything he saw seemed like a hint from the future.

Every time he had a bad premonition, it was because someone in the future was giving him a warning.

Finally, the obscured words appeared one by one.

"Tang Qianqian is dead. She was killed by the resurrected founder."

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