After making a plan, Zhang Lihua returned to her room.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Lihua kept thinking about what was going on. The people who are easier to talk to in the entire Hongfu Hotel seemed to have some memory defects. Yu'er's kind of person who can face her own abnormalities, and Grandma Li, she forgot that she had passed away at all.

The memories they lack should be more unforgettable in life. It seems that this is not accidental. Could it be that someone deliberately erased them?

But this is just a drinking poison to quench thirst. What's the point of living here? The pain is just temporarily forgotten. Isn't it still not solved?

In the entire hotel, Zhang Lihua has not yet discovered an expert who is capable of trying to remember others. Through the period of living in Room 303, he also found some rules. The tenants here are mainly divided into two types, normal tenants and foreign invaders.

The invaders usually move on the top floor and on the first floor, and some of these normal tenants live in extremely painful life, such as Song Qinglin, and some of them can communicate normally, such as Yu'er and Grandma Li.

Zhang Lihua hasn't figured out what they have in common? He has made them all get together here. Now his primary task is to hunt invaders, and to figure out the matters of the No. 37 Dance Center. If he has the ability, he has to help Song Qinglin.

As for the current underworld friend, Grandma Li can be considered a trustworthy one, and Yu'er is in contact. Xiao Poliu, a child, is a bit withdrawn, but she is still half a friend.

After living here for half a month, Zhang Lihua's mentality gradually changed. At first, he had to obey orders for the sake of his brother. Now it's different. With his understanding of this place, he suddenly wanted to find out the truth about the murder of his neighbors. Perhaps if the mystery in them was solved, I could enter and exit freely.

At the beginning, the system required that it would last for at least one month, and Zhang Lihua felt that she had gradually regarded this place as home. Even if the time came, he would not want to give up halfway.

Zhang Lihua really feels very tired, but it is also fulfilling. He decided to temporarily hand over the theme museum to Yiying for handling. He is mainly responsible for investigating the case. As for living expenses, the theme museum has improved a little recently, and there are still many more.

Early the next morning, Zhang Lihua went to the theme hall to explain, then packed up her things and came to Huiyang Dance Training Center. Last time, she was not equipped and Zhang Lihua couldn't go in. This time, Zhang Lihua specially brought a thin iron wire. If she couldn't open it, she could only use a hammer.

A house near the escalator staircase looked like an office. Zhang Lihua stretched out her hand and twisted it, and the door opened. There was nothing special inside, just an office desk, two chairs, and an iron bookcase. There was also a folding bed near the wall. It seemed that people often rested here.

Zhang Lihua reached out and pulled open the cabinet. It was covered with dust. It was filled with photos and certificates of honor. There were dozens of trophys alone, most of which were provincial, and two were national. There were some leaflets below.

"So strange, the name on this certificate of honor has been painted?"

Does this student have a grudge against the teacher?

Zhang Lihua glanced around and decided to return to its original place and leave first. Just as he turned around and walked out of the office, there seemed to be some slight panting. Zhang Lihua had blind ears and her hearing was much sharper than that of ordinary people. He stood in the corridor and looked around for a while, and there seemed to be no one.

Hey, the last dance shoes were gone, and Zhang Lihua felt even more nervous. Does that shoe really walk?

Some horror scenes kept flashing in his mind. Although it was noon, he didn't dare to stay too much. As long as he figured out what had happened here, he would immediately withdraw.

The lock was already rusted, and through the gray glass, you could see the furnishings inside. Zhang Lihua gently uncovered the yellow talisman on the door, feeling the chill in her ears. Zhang Lihua was also a little anxious, so she quickly opened the door before talking.

"Click!"

The iron wire suddenly opened the door. There were tables and chairs in the empty dance studio against the wall, with three mirrors hanging on the wall, and the gap in the middle was very small, so you couldn't see it without looking carefully. On the other side, the wall seemed to be freshly painted, and the traces of the paint could be seen at a glance. There was an invisible door on the side of the window.

"Print paint? Isn't it about covering up something, right?"

No wonder Zhang Lihua is too careful. He has read a lot of mystery novels recently. Zhang Lihua walked to the wall, took out iron wire and scratched the wall, and seemed to be without the things she imagined.

Zhang Lihua walked to the table and walked around casually. There was some chalk, rag and other things in the hole of the table, but I didn’t see the blackboard here?

This dance studio was probably quite brilliant back then. The solid wood floors were moisture-proof and soundproof, and there was no sound when walking on them. There was a row of wooden seats near the window, which should be a place for these dancers to rest.

But there are still many people running it around here, and the bun shop below is also very popular. It has been sealed here because it is haunted?

Zhang Lihua turned around and came to the invisible door. He pushed it gently and the dust in the room rushed over. This was like a forgotten storage room. The ground was still cement, there were no windows in the room, and there was a smell of mold.

There are two rows of iron cabinets here, with numbers on them. It should be their locker room at that time. Zhang Lihua walked around the cabinet and saw something similar to a duty list on the wall. He looked carefully and found that there were originally the names of six girls, from Monday to Saturday. For some reason, one of the girls' names was painted with black pens. Zhang Lihua followed the wall and saw something similar to a transcript, which recorded each person's practice situation in a single week. Similarly, the name was painted off.

The entire wall seems to be a platform for everyone to learn and communicate, with various notes on it, and some of them have not been torn off.

It reads: "Yueyue, bring me breakfast tomorrow."

"Our day on September 8th!"

...

Above the sticky note, there was a group photo with more than a dozen girls on it, all with bright smiles. Strangely, the person standing beside the side had their avatars directly dug down.

There are various photos on it, but as long as there is this person, it seems that he will either be torn off directly or cut down.

When Zhang Lihua saw that the cabinets were locked, she didn't move. The air inside was really a bit stuffy. The moment Zhang Lihua walked out of the room, she was stunned.

"When did these white dance shoes appear here?"


Chapter completed!