Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 168 Spiritual Recording
No ghost?

I don't understand what the proprietress means. I do see Yin Qi and resentment here. Although I don't see ghosts, they are indeed the traces left by ghosts after their activities.

What's more, there is sound.

Why does the proprietress say that there are no ghosts here?
"I don't understand, Miss Lan." I looked at the proprietress suspiciously.

The proprietress smiled at me, and suddenly made a move to me that stunned me. She actually took my hand and led me to the old bed in the room. The bed was full of dust. The proprietress is a strange woman. Ah, just now in the small hotel, I said that I would not lie in other people's beds, that it was too dirty.

It's good now, not only lying on the dusty bed, but also dragging me to lie beside her...

"Lan... Sister Lan, what are you doing? We, even if we want to do something, we should choose a cleaner place, okay? This... this is all dust..."

The proprietress let out a "huh" and turned to look at me. I stared at her beautiful eyes from the corner of my eye, and heard her whisper in my ear: "Young man, you are very active in your thinking. Don't worry, my sister is not interested in you at all." No... I told you to lie down so that you could hear me."

Listen to the sound?
I was puzzled, and at this moment, the proprietress covered my lips with her slender fingers, and said softly, "Shh..."

I had no choice but to keep silent, but by the way, big sister, can you move your fingers away?I really want to bite... Hey, am I a dog?
In this way, I was quiet for a long time.

I'm almost impatient when I'm quiet, and lying on the same bed with the proprietress, smelling the light fragrance on her body, looking at her flawless figure and face from the corner of the eye, for a 27-year-old man who doesn't have a girlfriend , This is simply a hellish training.Really, thanks to the lady boss for beating me like a joke... Otherwise, I guess I might have committed a crime.

Just when I was thinking about YY these boring things in my head, a small voice suddenly came from my ear... I was taken aback at that time, huh?What is this sound?
The sound seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to be in one direction, but I couldn't find which direction.

And the voice itself also began to grow louder, crying, laughing wildly, calling for help, insulting... exactly the same as what I heard outside the door just now!And it's very big, I feel cold sweat on my forehead, I feel like I'm in hell right now!
But my eyes have been looking around, but I can't see anything.

Could it be that my ghost eyes are out of order?

Just when I was a little confused by the sound, the proprietress lightly raised a hand and snapped her fingers in the void!

Snapped!
The voice was very crisp, like an order, the moment the proprietress snapped her finger, all the voices stopped abruptly...

I was stunned: "What the hell? Sister Lan, are you so awesome, you don't even need to talk, and you will be scared by that ghost by making a noise. By the way... where is the ghost?"

The proprietress smiled softly, sat up from the bed, brushed her long flaxen hair, shook my ashen face, then turned to me and said, "It's just a voice."

"Ahem!" I dusted off the ashes and looked at the proprietress helplessly: "What's the sound?"

"Well, how should I put it... Resentment is a very strange thing, invisible, but it can infect and attack many things. Ghost Qi is an upgraded version of it. Ghosts use this kind of thing as power to harm people and vent their resentment in life... …But there are always experts who can help ghosts resolve their grievances. But as I said before, grievances are magical, they can invade and change some things, sometimes, just like recorders and cameras, monstrous grievances will record some of the four people’s lives. The most painful part is to leave them in this world, as if playing them, just like just now, maybe the floor of the old house, maybe the walls, or the whole old house, they are like audio tapes, with the power of the dead’s resentment, Record the most painful part of the deceased's life."

Now I understand, there is really nothing wrong with feelings, is this house turned into a tape recorder?
"But Sister Lan, why did you just point to..."

"This kind of thing is easy to be disturbed. A little bit of other sound will disturb the rhythm of the recording and playback. If it is broken a little, the sound will disappear."

"That means there's nothing wrong with it?" I looked at the proprietress.

The proprietress nodded.

"That's right, Sister Lan, let's go home quickly, that girl Qiao Man must be teasing me, I tell you she just wants to kill me, let's find her a psychiatrist or something later, and then stay away This room is waiting...it's so gray!" I wanted to cry, my lady boss.

But the proprietress shook her head.

"No, no, boy, the matter is not over yet. Although there are no ghosts in this house, haven't we finished reading the whole thing? You forgot, there is a basement in the rumor, you don't want to go see it ?"

"I said no, can you not let me go?" I asked.

"It's not possible." The proprietress smiled and tugged at my collar.

"..." I was speechless.

So the two of us got out of bed, and the proprietress looked at the bed and said, "The waiter said that according to legend, he entered the murderous basement from under the bed in this bedroom..."

"Hey, wait a minute, Miss Lan, there are quite a lot of bedrooms in this house, are you sure it's this one?"

"It should be, isn't the voice just now here? Besides... this is a man's bedroom." After finishing speaking, the proprietress walked to the bed and put one hand under the bed. The bed was quite big. I thought the proprietress She would ask me to give her a hand, but it turned out... This woman has been single for many years, and her fingers are quite strong. With just one hook, the whole bed stood up with a bang.

then……

It's so fucking dusty on me!

After today's incident, I will feel like I have been to Africa, but it's not sun-dried, it's dusty!But having said that, it's a shame to take care of the proprietress, why am I so embarrassed, but the proprietress under the same roof is clean?
After I dusted off the dust from my face, I found that the proprietress was squatting on the ground, looking under the bed, there was a rotten wooden board, all pits, obviously it was the baffle at the entrance of the tunnel.

The proprietress opened the wooden board, lit it with a mobile phone, and walked down.

As soon as I was about to go down, the proprietress waved to stop me: "No one has come down here for a long time, wait a minute, get some air."

So, I waited on it for about 10 minutes, and I felt that it was almost the same. I yelled, and at this time, the proprietress climbed up the ladder and motioned for me to come down.

When I first came down, it was a very long corridor. There were footprints on the ground, and there was a lot of dust. I was annoyed, but the proprietress was very comfortable walking in front, so I could only follow.The further I walked, the wider the place became. Hundreds of years have passed, and I can't smell any bloody smell, but I can see strong resentment.

Resentment is sticky, once it gets on it, it's hard to wipe it off.

Therefore, even if there are no ghosts, there is still a lot of resentment here, which shows how many people have died here.

And the proprietress and I also came to a relatively large basement at this moment, looking at the iron hooks, pots, and tables, although they were dusty and too old, I still seemed to be able to see the bloody and cruel scenes back then.

I couldn't help frowning.

After walking a few steps forward, there was a creaking sound under my feet, I looked down...I'm going!I was startled, I stepped on half of my arm exposed in the dust just now, when I took a closer look, there were many exposed skeletons on the ground, but most of them were buried under the dust and no one had cleaned them up.

I shook my head and looked up.

"Young man, go forward, there seems to be another secret room here." The proprietress waved to me from the front.

So I followed. At the end of this big secret room, there was another small corridor. At the end of the corridor was a normal-looking door, which was completely different from the style of the basement just now.Just when I was wondering what kind of room this was, the proprietress had already put her hand on the door panel, and as the proprietress' fingernails turned green, the door panel rotted little by little.

Originally, I thought that the proprietress's claws could only scratch rotten wood.

But then I found out that I was wrong. When the rotten edge spread to the stone door frame, I found that even the stone door frame turned into ashes...

Let me go, have you reached the peak level of Hua Gu Mian Palm?
The door was broken, and the proprietress pointed her mobile phone at the room. With the lighting, I could see the picture inside clearly. This turned out to be a study room!Tables, chairs, bookshelves, rows of books covered with thick dust.

"I'm going, where is this? The study room? This pervert is quite questionable?" I walked over, and together with the proprietress, each of us took out a book, all in English. I got 24 points in English in the college entrance examination. I don't understand, I feel upset.

But the proprietress frowned and looked up at me: "The waiter, did you mean that people rushed in here and found some books?"

I nodded.

"Then why are these books still there?"

"If you don't understand it, you don't take it. Why else would the common people take these things..."

The proprietress shook her head.

I still wanted to argue, but I gave up in the end. Thinking about it is right, even if you don’t understand it, you can use it to wipe your buttocks, light a fire, start a stove, etc. Why did Mao leave everything intact?

The proprietress is very curious, and she seems to be able to understand English. She pulled out a book, flipped through a few pages, and read it gently, which seemed to be the case. Of course, I didn’t know her Are you pretending to be coercive in front of me?I didn't pay attention at first, but suddenly I didn't know what I was thinking, and suddenly some plots of horror movies I had watched in the past reflected in my head.

In other words, horror movies have a law of death.

For example, when there are various races in a foreign horror film, the first person to die is definitely not a white person.A group of people were trapped in an unfamiliar place, and the first one who shouted to get out must be the one who made the tragic death case for the rest of his teammates.

And... in a strange study room, flipping through books and reading randomly, some weird ancient spells will be activated, and then...

"Woooo!!"

"Fuck, what's the sound?!"

I was startled, I didn't know what was yelling outside, I quickly poked my head out, my heart sank, I thought about it, I haven't said it yet, can't it be so accurate?As a result, the next moment I saw the scene outside, the dust on the ground that made me sick was floating up, and it turned into something similar to a human, like a demon?They had ferocious faces and danced and danced, causing the entire basement of the bungalow to vibrate.

(End of this chapter)