When Song Wushuang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a soft big bed.

The moonlight-like gauze came into her eyes, and she sat up in shock. Isn't this the weird room 404? Why did she return to this strange room again?

Seeing that there was no one around in the room, she didn't dare to open the door again. She tiptoed to the window and hid behind the curtain. She only dared to lift a corner to observe the situation outside.

Seeing this, my blood pressure went up again.

At night, the roads are quiet, and trams pass by quietly. The Western-style buildings of old Shanghai on both sides of the street are hidden in the night, and the plaques of a few shops occasionally shine with neon light.

She was so frightened that she dared to close the curtains tightly. Outside the Sansheng B&B where she worked, it was a modern city with many high-rise buildings. What's going on now...

Under the moonlight, the pot of orchids by the window is in full bloom, with long flat leaves expanding outwards and curving downwards. Among the leaves, purple-blue flowers bloom like ghosts, and the yellow stamens in the middle seem to glow with golden light.

The potted flowers make this place even more mysterious and dark.

Everything here is too weird, she needs to get out of this ghost place quickly.

She touched the doorknob as quietly as a thief, not daring to stay longer, and ran out of the room without stopping.

She ran to the lobby on the first floor. It was extremely quiet in the dead of night, with only a guy at the front desk sitting there taking a nap.

The little brother felt her coming, woke up immediately, smiled as if he had never dozed off, and said to her, "Hello, guest, can I help you with anything?"

She didn't want to talk to him because she was afraid that he was also a difficult kid.

Inadvertently, her eyes fell on the large ornament behind her brother. It was an ivory-carved sailboat, symbolizing smooth sailing. Next to the front desk, the ancient large clock made a mechanical sound of time, with a steady rhythm, one after another. She continued

Looking towards the gate, a pair of large porcelain vases, one on each side, stood there quietly.

It's really strange. The structure of the house and the decorations in the lobby are exactly the same as the Sansheng B&B where she works. Why are things different?

At this time, the ancient big clock chimed the hour, ringing again and again, and did not stop until twelve times.

It's already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

She closed her eyes and hinted to herself, "Wake up, Song Wushuang wake up soon. It's a dream, it's all a dream."

She opened her eyes, and the little brother stood in front of her, looking at her with a puzzled face. "Miss, are you okay?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the newspapers on the table were scattered all over the floor. The little brother hurriedly went to clean them up, and the one fell squarely at her feet.

She picked up the newspaper and couldn't help but gasped. There were two big words "Declaration" written on the newspaper, and the publication date was April 1, 1920.

She asked her brother tremblingly, "Excuse me, what year and day is it now?"

The young man politely replied, "April 1, 1920." He seemed to have thought of something and added, "It's past 12 o'clock, and it should be April 2 now."

Song Wushuang couldn't believe that he might have encountered a time and space loophole. This was the Republic of China.

"May I ask, little brother, where is this place?"

“Sansheng Hotel.”

“Not Sansheng B&B?”

"What kind of B&B? We are a hotel."

Song Wushuang couldn't help but complain, "How dare you call yourself a hotel at this scale?"

"Miss, what did you say?"

"nothing."

"So, Miss, do you need any help?"

Song Wushuang looked at the little brother who looked like a repeater and thought she was crazy. She actually came to Shanghai during the Republic of China.

Her mind was filled with the TV dramas of the Republic of China, in which dancers wearing shiny cheongsam sang charmingly in front of a standing microphone, "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps..."

"Miss, do you need any help?"

Song Wushuang looked at him speechlessly and couldn't help but sing in a low voice, "Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are the city that never sleeps..."

The young man looked confused and answered tentatively, as if he was receiving a signal, "The lights are on, the cars are sounding, and there is singing and dancing!"

Song Wushuang said, "Yes, it should be the old Shanghai that I know."

The young man's eyes changed when he looked at her, "Miss, Shanghai is Shanghai, how can we tell the old from the new?"

Song Wushuang was speechless and collapsed instantly, "I want to go home, I want to go home, how can I go home?"

"Miss, there's a curfew now, you'd better wait until dawn before going home."

Song Wushuang suddenly realized that in this period of warlord rule in China, chaos and danger coexisted, and ensuring his own safety was the first priority.

Suddenly, the boy thought of something and raised his voice, "Oh? You are not the crazy lady yesterday afternoon, are you?"

"What the crazy lady?"

"Yesterday, our hotel held an anniversary celebration. All the people from all walks of life in Shanghai came. Who knows, a girl came from nowhere and shouted to our boss Zhou that there was a ghost. Our boss's face turned green, not to mention how funny it was.

I went to the bathroom yesterday and missed such a beautiful scene." The young man laughed while talking, his little eyes were slitted, and he almost stopped laughing.

Song Wushuang didn't find it funny. It turned out that she had been in a coma for a day and a night.

"Miss, you are not a customer in our store. If not, I can only ask you to leave."

Song Wushuang was afraid that the younger brother would drive her away, so she immediately denied it, "I am, I am a customer in your store. I will go upstairs now." She hurriedly walked upstairs without giving the younger brother a chance to question her again.

Her thoughts were confused at the moment, and she couldn't figure out what was going on. She only understood that the world was not peaceful now, and it was at least safe to stay in the Sansheng Hotel.

Taking this opportunity, she took a closer look at the furnishings in the corridor of Sansheng Hotel. Except for the different carpet styles, both the frames around the windows and the paintings on the walls were exactly the same as Sansheng B&B.

She thought about what her boss said to her when she just graduated from college and joined Sansheng B&B.

Their Sansheng B&B is not an ordinary B&B, it is an old store with a history of hundreds of years. Every item in the B&B is handed down from the Republic of China period. In other words, they are all antiques. The pair of large vases at the door,

That is an authentic antique porcelain handed down from the Republic of China, worth millions. The big clock in the lobby was the favorite clock of Cixi Lafayette. When Cixi Lafayette fled, he was sponsored by his boss Liezu, so he

Giving this big clock to their family is a real family heirloom.

At that time, Song Wushuang was stunned for a moment, but she didn't take it seriously at all. She didn't expect that everything the boss said was true.

Song Wushuang now had a bold idea. She came to the "Sansheng Hotel", the predecessor of the "Sansheng B&B" a hundred years ago!

As she walked, she came to the fourth floor, which did not exist in the "Sansheng B&B" but existed in the "Sansheng Hotel".

She speculated that maybe the Sansheng Hotel a hundred years ago really had a fourth floor. With the outbreak of war and changes in times, the fourth floor was destroyed and turned into a terrace.

Room 404 is the key that connects the two eras. If she wants to return to modern times, she must pass through 404.

She walked to 404, but she couldn't push the door open. It was locked tightly. She was annoyed that she didn't take the key when she left. She had to wander in the corridor, recalling the furnishings in the room, and searching for suspicious clues.

.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and there was a creaking and old friction sound. She suddenly discovered that the door of the room 405 next door was blown ajar by the wind, and there was no light through the crack in the door.

"Guests, go this way, be careful of the stairs." It was the voice of the little brother ushering in the guests. She didn't want the little brother to find out that she was not a guest here and be kicked away, so she didn't dare to think too much, and immediately hid in 405.

The room was dark, and she couldn't turn on the light. She judged carefully for a long time, but couldn't see anything clearly. She was confused for a while, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

She wanted to open the curtains and check in the moonlight. Before she could take two steps, she didn't know what she tripped over. One of her shoes fell off, causing her to lose her balance and kneel on the ground. Her hands reflexively moved.

It was great to keep her balance on the ground. It was like her feet and hands were stuck into countless pieces of glass. The pain caused fine beads of sweat to instantly appear on her forehead.

She lowered her head and looked closely at the ground. Then she almost screamed. She was so frightened that she backed away regardless of the pain in her body...

What did she see just now? A corpse?

doll?

Inflatable doll?

She calmed down for a while. Using her memory of the layout of Sansheng B&B, she fumbled to turn on the lights and found that the indoor lights were broken.

She had no choice but to open the curtains and use the moonlight to identify everything in the room.

In the room, the crystal lamp on the roof fell off, leaving only a wire stubbornly pulling on the lamp, and the glass shards on the carpet were the shattered crystal lamp.

She mustered up the courage to take a look. She looked like a woman with long hair. She tentatively touched her arm. It was slightly cool, slightly hard, and a little rebound...

This is not an inflatable doll, this is a person!

She held back the last fear in her heart and tried to breathe, but nothing happened.

She finally couldn't help it anymore. Before the cry came out of her throat, there was a "bang" sound, and the back of her head hurt. Before she could turn around, her body sank and she fainted.

It turned out that the murderer was still in the room.

At this moment of dizziness, she knew that the odds were against her and she only hoped that this "death" could return to modern times and end all this absurdity.


Chapter completed!