Qin Rang scratched his head: "Ah, what you said seems to make sense. The rules only apply to tourists who pay for accommodation."

"Then if the situation described in the code occurs, wouldn't we be in danger?" Qin Rang asked worriedly.

Qi Jiu thought for a moment: "That's hard to say. Now I'm not sure if there is a phone at the front desk."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Qin Rang was a little confused.

Qi Jiu: "Assuming there is no communication equipment at the front desk, can I really get through by ringing the bell in the guest room?"

Qin Rang:......

Qi Jiu: "Or, even if the call is really connected, is it really the person at the front desk who called?"

Qin Rang trembled violently when he said it: "Fuck, my skin crawled when you said that."

Qi Jiu smiled: "It's just my guess."

Qin Rang looked at the eighth rule with a complicated expression: "And this meal time gate is also like the gate of the underworld. Whoever eats dinner from 10 to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night is not a ghost."

Qi Jiu smiled: "No one visits the grave at 10 o'clock in the middle of the night. It's probably not enough for ghosts to eat at this time."

Then he opened the cabinet and found that there were neatly folded bathrobes and a change of quilt covers in the cabinet. Although they didn't look new, fortunately they were washed very clean.

But he moved his nose, and the air was filled with the untimely smell of fire smoke.

"Qin Rang, do you smell it?" Qi Jiu asked.

Qin Rang took a deep breath and nodded: "Are you talking about the smell of fire and smoke? It was probably left by the previous residents. After all, the window of this concierge has always been closed."

The rules did not explicitly mention windows, but Qin Rang learned a lesson and did not recklessly open the windows without permission.

Qi Jiu didn't respond. The smell of fire smoke was very light, floating in the door of the room vaguely, but he thought it was different from the smell of cigarettes, and closer to the smell produced by burning wood.

Of course, it is also possible that the kitchen is cooking with firewood, because the surroundings are too quiet. Sitting in the door of the room, you can occasionally hear the sound of branches in the courtyard being broken by the snow, and there are also crackling sounds similar to the sound of firewood burning on the stove.

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The two of them stayed at the room door for less than half an hour. At about ten past seven o'clock in the evening, the silence of the hotel was broken, and a lively sound came from the yard.

There were hurried and chaotic footsteps, voices of men and women, and it was noisy and chaotic.

Qi Jiu and Qin Rang looked at each other: "It seems that the travelers have arrived."

Although it was a little later than expected, the tour bus that the landlady said had arrived at the hotel successfully.

This confirmed Qi Jiu's guess that the bus carrying 18 people mentioned by the proprietress was not the "paranormal accident" bus they encountered on the road.

The noisy sound continued.

Qin Rang: "What do we need to do now?"

Qi Jiu, who had already changed into his yukata, made some tea: "Waiting for news from the lady at the front desk, she will come and call us if there are guests."

Qin Rang was a little restless: "Is this okay?"

Qi Jiu: "Well, after all, as an 'NPC that can bring surprises', we will not wander around in front of players for no reason unless there is a plot."

"Eh?" Qin Rang was stunned for a while, and then realized belatedly that they were now massage therapists, and in the eyes of other travelers, they were equivalent to NPC-like existences.

"It's so exciting to think about it." He had always relied on his luck to save money, and suddenly he was looking forward to playing an NPC role.

At about 7:30, the noise gradually subsided, followed by knocks on the door one after another, the "asking for the door" that was deliberately raised, and the sound of the door being pushed open and then closed again.

It seems that all the travelers have already checked in.

After another ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, are you two massage gentlemen convenient now?" It was the voice of the girl at the front desk.

"Please come in." Qi Gu replied.

The girl at the front desk opened the door and entered, explaining: "Two guests in Room 105 have booked a half-hour massage service at 8pm."

Qi Jiu smiled: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. We will go there on time. After the service is completed, I will give the service fee to you and the landlady according to the agreed ratio."

The girl nodded and handed the two faces of young male characters to Qi Qiu and Qin Rang: "Please be sure to wear a mask at all times to serve the guests. Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen."

After saying that, she exited the room.

Qi Jiu took the mask in his hand and recognized the two masks as "Sixteen" and "Big Boy".

At 7:55 pm, Qi Qiu and Qin Rang, wearing masks, appeared outside the door of Room 105 five minutes early.

Qi Jiu lightly knocked on the door and announced his home: "Good evening, we are the hotel staff who are here to provide massage services."

When he heard Qi Jiu calling himself a "hotel staff", Qin Rang was very glad that he was wearing a mask now, otherwise his poor acting skills would definitely affect Qi Jiu's performance.

"Come in." It was a female voice.

"excuse me."

The moment Qi Qiu opened the door, the soft warm fragrance hit his face. Qi Qiu felt slightly dazed. After a brief moment of daze, his originally tense emotions gradually relaxed.

Qi Chu entered the customer's room with a slight nod. Through the holes in the mask, he noticed with his peripheral vision that incense was burning in the southeast corner of the room.

The clients they serve are two women, one older and one younger. The age difference looks like mother and daughter.

They have already changed into their bathrobes and are waiting for the technician.

"Two masters will do the hard work next," the lady-like woman said in a gentle and polite manner, but her whole person exuded a weak and sad temperament, and her sense of presence was also very weak.

The girl sitting next to her was just the opposite. Although she looked thin and small, she exuded a sharp and unruly aura.

The lady's eyes lingered on the door between the two of them, and she smiled gently and said, "You sound like you are all very young children, are you still in school?"

Qi Jiu lowered his eyelids to accept the customer's questioning gaze, and said in a natural tone: "Well, my brother and I came to the hotel to work during the holidays to earn some family allowance."

He followed the same rhetoric he had given to the landlady before.

The silent "brother" Qin Rang was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

The lady smiled softly: "What a good boy. He has a skill to make a living at such a young age."

"The little girl at the front desk has already told you that my daughter and I would like to experience a half-hour shoulder and neck massage package," she continued.

"no problem."

Qi Qiu and Qin Rang asked the two women to lie down according to the procedure. Although Qin Rang was nervous, he and his master studied very seriously when they were in the city of death, so they had enough professionalism and the service process would never make the other party suspicious.

Moreover, these travelers did not really come to the hot spring hotel for vacation. The reason why they paid for massage was just the "unexpected surprise" reminded by the front desk.

"I want this brother," Xiao Mi pointed at Qin Rang, "His energy field looks very good."

Qin Rang felt slightly ashamed, but finally suppressed his emotions and answered: "No problem."

"Xiao Mi, please don't make any noise later." Madam turned to her daughter and warned her.

The girl named Xiaomi looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. After being told by her mother to treat her like a child, she curled her lips in dissatisfaction and said, "I know, I'm not a child."

"Don't talk nonsense, it won't be good if you scare others." The lady added.

Xiaomi rolled his eyes at her: "...You are so long-winded."

The massage process went very smoothly. The two of them successfully performed the massage with excellent skills, and there were no flaws in the service experience.

But the only thing that made Qi Jiu somewhat concerned was that Xiao Mi kept staring at him from the beginning to the end without any inhibitions.

But Qi Jiu has the quality of a service worker. Even if he is stared at uncomfortably, he will still focus on the work at hand as if nothing has happened and will never take the initiative to expose the other party. Moreover, the other party is still a little girl.

But just as the massage program was about to end, Xiao Mi suddenly pointed in the direction behind Qi Qiu: "That little brother wearing the "Sixteen" mask, do you know that there is a cat following you?"

Qi Jiu, who was wearing the "Sixteen" mask, was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Xiao Mi!" Madam scolded her girl in a low voice. She was worried that her daughter would offend NPCs by talking nonsense and cause unnecessary trouble.

Xiaomi shrugged: "It's not a big deal."

"There is a cat following you..." Xiaomi narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at Qi Qiu. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "A gray cat."

She said this suddenly, Qi Jiu showed no expression on his face, but his heart "thumped".

The gray cat the little girl talks about is probably the projection of the prop "Cat's Blessing".

Can Xiaomi see through other people's props and skills? But she doesn't seem to recognize that she is also a player...

Qin Rang, who was massaging Xiao Mi, was so frightened that the door froze instantly. He followed Xiao Mi's line of sight and looked behind Qi Kui. There was clearly only a screen there...

The doors and windows in the house were closed, and the wind blew in from nowhere. The incense burning in the southeast corner of the house flickered, and the smoke was obviously swaying.

The air fell into an eerie silence, making Qin Rang's scalp numb.

Seeing everyone tense up, Xiaomi suddenly chuckled: "What? I thought NPCs weren't afraid of ghosts."

Qin Rang, who was described as an "NPC" by the other party, twitched the corners of his lips: ...Thank you for your recognition of my acting skills.

Qi Jiu pretended to know nothing: "Is there... something in the house?"

"Sorry, this kid likes to talk nonsense." The lady hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

Qi Jiu nodded: "It doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!