A dating guide turned into being surrounded by female ghosts?

The mask on this person's face is so ridiculous.

But the receptionist showed no surprise whatsoever, as if she were used to it.

Still smiling, he asked, "Sir, what service would you like?"

Lin Yue immediately seemed to be deep in thought.

"When I first arrived, the receptionist was very surprised to see my face, but now that he sees this even more conspicuous Grey Wolf, he doesn't react at all."

"Does that mean it's more normal for all guests to wear masks when they come here?"

"On the contrary, it's the stranger one who doesn't wear a mask and directly reveals their true self?"

"But I came here for a mission."

"Besides myself, there are nearly thirty other guests. What brings so many of them here?"

Lin Yue continued to peek.

When asked by the receptionist.

The "Grey Wolf" replied, "One room... three days."

Grey Wolf's voice was very hoarse, and it sounded like he was very tired and hadn't rested for a long time.

The receptionist nodded and quickly completed the formalities.

Then he took out a key from the drawer and said, "Sir, No. 31, Building 2, Room 803."

Grey Wolf took the key, left the front desk, and walked towards the elevator.

Because the elevator and the stairs are next to each other.

Lin Yue was worried about being seen, so she quickly hid behind the wall.

After Grey Wolf walked away.

He then crawled out again and looked at the masked Grey Wolf's back.

There's nothing wrong with it from behind.

But for some reason, the dark shoulder bag that the masked Grey Wolf was carrying always gave off a smell that seemed somewhat familiar to him.

"The smell of blood..."

Lin Yue muttered to herself.

At this moment, the Big Bad Wolf had already taken the elevator upstairs.

He looked at the sky outside the building.

As it grew later, the sun hung in the sky, looking half-dead, as if it might fall at any moment.

It's getting dark soon.

Lin Yue remembered that the receptionist had said something like this when she was wasting her time.

"Sir, do you intend to check in or not? If not, could you please leave voluntarily? It's not dark yet, and according to the rules, you still have a chance to leave..."

They were able to leave before it got dark.

Could something happen here after dark?

Although I don't know what it is.

But Lin Yue felt that this was probably not a good thing.

One last glance at the receptionist revealed that the man had abruptly closed the service window and, with a tense expression, quickly retreated into the cramped room.

Lin Yue saw this scene.

This makes me even more certain that something bad is about to happen here.

He then stopped staying where he was.

I quickly went upstairs.

We'll be on the seventh floor soon.

Lin Yue walked into this long corridor. There were two rows of rooms on each side of the corridor, from 701 to 712, a total of twelve rooms.

He quickly took a look.

I noticed that many rooms here had black mourning couplets pasted on their doors, such as "His voice and appearance remain vivid in our memories for a thousand autumns, his virtuous example endures for ten thousand ages," or "He was diligent and thrifty throughout his life, and his virtuous legacy will benefit future generations."

Although they were all words of praise and expressions of grief.

But being placed in this environment does indeed make one restless and unable to look at it for long.

Just as described online, this place, though appearing to be a relatively remote neighborhood, has actually been transformed into a modern funeral parlor.

In this place, there are far more dead people than living people.

However, Lin Yue still noticed that one room was different.

Not only were there no black mourning banners posted at the entrance of 708, but there were also two black garbage bags piled up at the entrance.

The two garbage bags were greasy and slick, with several brown worms crawling around on them, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

"Is this household garbage? Are there living people living in 708?" Lin Yue wondered.

But when he was peeking at the receptionist's information, he didn't have much of an impression of this room.

It's fine if someone lives there.

But what if there isn't one...?

Those two garbage bags are quite intriguing.

It's getting dark.

The building had become unusually cold and damp.

Lin Yue quickly took out the key that the receptionist had just given her, walked to the door of 704, opened the door, and went inside.

"boom--"

Close the door.

Although the door didn't look very secure, it did effectively reduce the eerie feeling.

He stood at the doorway and peered inside.

Although the room is only 30 square meters and the decoration is rather old, with the paint on the walls starting to oxidize and change color, the environment is still relatively clean.

The internal structure is also very simple.

One bedroom and one bathroom.

The bedroom contained a single wooden bed, a rubberwood bedside table, two plastic chairs, and an old-fashioned LCD TV opposite the bed.

Lin Yue's eyelids twitched instinctively when she saw the television.

They did not choose to approach this strange thing.

He still vividly remembers what happened there the day before yesterday.

I walked to the bedside.

He drew the curtains and began to think alone.

"Let's see if we can find out anything tonight, but no matter what we find out, we have to leave first thing tomorrow morning and then figure out a way to trick Wen Ning into coming here."

Lin Yue had already thought it all out.

If Wen Ning really doesn't want to come, then the only option left is to try and work on Aunt Sun, Wen Ning's mother, once it's confirmed that she's safe.

He came here tonight as a scout, to gather information beforehand.

After all, if this place were as dangerous as the Qin family mansion, and Aunt Sun were injured or even killed as a result, what would become of Wen Ning, who had lost his only emotional support and weakness? He didn't even dare to think about it.

"well--"

Lin Yueguang found this idea extremely troublesome.

If Wen Ning could be seen by ordinary people, then I could directly tell Aunt Sun the truth—your daughter is not dead; she has simply changed her form of existence in this world.

Then I'll just use his connections and influence to my advantage.

Many tasks will be much simpler.

But the truth is that Aunt Sun can't see Wen Ning, and Wen Ning is deliberately avoiding her mother.

This makes the problem quite complicated: how can you convince a normal person who has believed in materialism for half their life to believe in a supernatural being that cannot be perceived, cannot be interacted with, and for which there is no evidence to prove its existence?

Can you just talk the talk?

If Lin Yueguang put himself in someone else's shoes, he would think he might be a lunatic.

In fact, if it weren't for his own repeated encounters with ghosts...

They probably wouldn't believe that such a thing really exists.