monster:?

For a moment, the air fell into silence.

Attracted by the erotic card, the unknown dangerous object suddenly stopped pushing the door and seemed to pick up the card from the crack of the door.

monster:……

Through the thin shoji door, Qi Qiu and the unknown dangerous object faced each other silently.

[Please stop all excessive actions and divert its attention to protect yourself]

Qi Jiu believed that the act of stuffing the small card into the guest room perfectly complied with the system prompts, but he still did not dare to act rashly.

Until there was a "pop" sound, the small card was impatiently thrown out by the monster from the crack of the door, and then it closed the shoji door heavily again.

Qi Jiu: "..."

Only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect that the other party was an unknown dangerous person with an upright character.

Qi Jiu picked up the returned small card and couldn't waste it.

Immediately afterwards there were the footsteps of unknown dangerous objects inside the door, and the sound of the TV being turned on again.

The TV news continued to broadcast those few inaudible words, and Qi Jiu stood outside the door for another half minute.

[It is detected that the crisis has been completely resolved, you can leave with peace of mind]

[Remaining time of Mr. Lord’s limited time appointment letter: 1 minute]

[Please rush to the front desk as soon as possible before Mr. Lord leaves to avoid causing an uncontrollable crisis]

"I know, thank you." Qi Qiu walked back softly.

As expected, even if it is an unknown dangerous object, I will hate the act of stuffing a small card into a hotel room.

No, dangerous goods were rejected directly by his "call girl" middleman.

Qi Kui put away a lot of small cards. After all, this thing is very useful.

When he returned to the front desk, Mr. Lord bowed deeply to Qi Qiu and said, "Good night, I will be leaving soon."

Qi Jiu smiled: "Thank you for your hard work tonight. See you soon."

"It's an honor to serve you." Mr. Lord disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

He left the glass of lemon cold beer on the front counter, with a note underneath the glass: "Don't worry, boss, I haven't drunk this glass of wine. I'll leave it for you to enjoy. If you need it next time, please hire me."

"Thank you very much." Qi Qiu took a sip of the cold beer and lamented that Mr. Lord had a good service attitude and would take care of things. At the same time, he was also very grateful to the sponsors who paid for him to hire employees.

The hotel was quiet in the latter half of the night.

Qi Jiu noticed that even though there was such a big noise just now, none of the passengers in the room reacted to it. Of course, travelers who were bound by rules did not dare to act rashly at night, which Qi Jiu understood very well.

But what puzzled him even more was that he couldn't hear any movement from the guest room.

After the brief crisis, the hotel was completely calm, and Qi Jiu, who was on duty at the front desk, could not even hear the wind.

Qi Jiu even suspected that the living tenants of the hotel were no longer in the same space as him, similar to the barrier between the hotel lobby and the guest room.

This eerie silence creates an unsettling sense of despair.

It was as if time had stopped and I was exiled in a vacuum environment.

But such an environment is also very conducive to thinking.

Qi Gu believes that although "404 Hot Spring Street" is a flexible dungeon, there must be hidden main lines and hidden time limits, but these information points need to be explored by players themselves.

For example, on a certain date, travelers who enter the border will encounter a huge crisis.

Based on the clues he just obtained, combined with the information from Highway FM, Qi Qiu is inclined to believe that a big explosion will occur in this hotel or the entire hot spring street at some point.

The rule in the employee code of conduct, "For the health and safety of you and hotel guests, please do not smoke" also supports the conjecture of the explosion from the side.

Smoking symbolizes "fire" to a certain extent, so smoking is prohibited among staff, and even restaurants have switched to induction cookers.

What they need to do next is to accurately predict the explosion time, and complete the clues before then to find a way to clear the level and leave the instance.

There is a calendar on the desk at the front desk. Today is December 29th.

Qi Jiu flipped through the desk calendar, wondering when that special day would be.

There was another thing that Qi Gu paid attention to. The "call girl card" in his hand was very similar to the painting style of the night guard given to him by the front desk.

They are all in the typical Ukiyo-e style, and all have blood red as the main color. Now Qi Zhu is not sure whether this is a coincidence, or whether there is some connection between the small card and the guardian.

Thinking makes time flow faster.

After sorting out the known clues, Qi Ku drank the cold beer "bribed" by Mr. Lord.

Alcohol relaxes people, and after a while, Qi Jiu fell into a trance and dozed off.

The girl at the front desk only told him to ignore the strange noises, but didn't say he couldn't take a nap.

The winter nights are long, and at almost eight o'clock in the morning, there is only a hint of skylight outside the window.

With the creaking sound of the proprietress pushing the door in, this hotel that time had forgotten came to life again.

"Good morning, you worked hard last night." The proprietress hiding behind the mask looked at Qi Qiu, who was on duty at night.

Qi Jiu nodded politely: "That's what I should do."

At the same time, the system releases rewards [Congratulations on successfully completing the side task "Becoming a temporary duty receptionist*1 night" and unlocking survival coins*300]

[Because you performed well at work, the boss lady is more satisfied with you. Please keep up the good work]

Since he was bound to the "NPC Limited Time Recruitment" skill, the NPC's favorability towards him began to be entered into the system in real time.

After a brief chat with the landlady, Qi Jiu, who had completed his night duty, could finally go back to his room to rest.

When he pushed open the door and entered, Qin Rang was lying in bed sleepily.

"Morning." Qin Rang yawned widely, raised his eyelids and glanced at Qi Jiu, who was completely beard and tail, moved his nose and muttered, "Hey, why do you smell like alcohol? You drank secretly last night.

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"Is it so obvious?" Qi Jiu also sniffed his collar: "I was too bored on duty, so I made a glass of beer to relieve my boredom."

"Hey," Qin Rang poked his head out excitedly, "Isn't the vending machine in the hotel empty? Where did you get the beer?"

After entering the hotel, he noticed that there was a vending machine in the lobby, but there were no products in the vending machine, and it was not even plugged in. It was obviously just a decoration.

Qi Jiu smiled: "Special offer for night watch personnel."

Qin Rang:......

Qi Jiu placed his nengmian next to Qin Rang's pillow and suddenly asked, "By the way, did you hear anything last night?"

Qin Rang poked his head out of the quilt again: "No movement? No, nothing happened last night."

"That's it..." Qi Jiu was silent for half a second thoughtfully, "That's good."

Sure enough, the loud noise in the hotel lobby will not be transmitted to the guest rooms.

Qi Jiu once again took out the Ping'an Shou in his pocket to check it, but when the sun illuminated the Shou, the Shou was like a piece of burned paper and instantly turned into ashes in front of his eyes.

The girl at the front desk didn't lie to him. This royal guard was indeed a disposable consumable.

When Qi Qiu finished washing and was about to catch up on his sleep, the sound of door openings came from the corridor, followed by continuous commotion.

The sounds of footsteps, cries, screams and whispers were mixed together, making it very lively.

Qin Rang put his ear against the shoji door: "Something seems to have happened outside."

Qi Jiu put the washcloth aside, turned around and said, "Let's go, as hotel staff, we will go and help."

The two of them put it on and pushed the door open facing each other. Many guest rooms in the corridor had their doors open.

Two staff members, also wearing bathrobes and wearing masks, were walking out of Room 109 carrying a stretcher.

There were already three stretchers covered with white cloth placed side by side in the corridor.

One of the white cloth stretchers was parked in front of Room 101. Qi Zhu remembered that the people staying in Room 101 were a relatively older couple.

The stretcher in front of Room 101 was different from the others. The white cloth covering the contents was instantly soaked. The excess water dripped from the edge of the stretcher to the floor, forming many small puddles of different sizes.

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The woman in Room 101 had her limbs covered with bandages and was obviously injured. She was lying next to the stretcher and crying out of breath: "If you hadn't gone gambling and used up all your survival coins, we wouldn't have had to rush in."

This copy, I told you that I have a bad feeling that something will happen this time..."

In the corridor filled with death, her cries continued to echo.

The burning smell became stronger and stronger, and the strange and untimely smell made people feel uneasy, like the smell left by burning meat. Of course, it could also be explained that the hotel was preparing breakfast for the guests.

White cloth stretchers were brought out one after another, one in front of guest room 101, three in front of room 109, and one in front of room 112.

A total of five people died last night. Ignoring the unknown casualty rate and excluding the body on the road, the death rate on the first night of the instance was 25%.

Sure enough, the more people are drawn in, the higher the death rate.

Moreover, there are not many experienced players among the players this time. It seems that most of them are the life-oriented players mentioned by Ji Xiaoye. They really can't earn coins in the dying city, so they go to the dungeon to work to make money.

Qi Qiu had written down the house numbers of all the rooms he stayed in last night. At this moment, only rooms 115 and 117 near the inner side of the corridor, as well as room 105 where Xiaomi's mother and daughter lived, were silent.
To be continued...