"1208...she wants to live in 1208."

An older receptionist next to me whispered softly, and my ears were like radar. Although I didn't turn my face away, I could basically hear clearly, "Why are you saying this? What shouldn't be heard?"

I can’t stand listening anymore. If the manager finds out, just wait for your salary to be deducted."

"Miss, your ID card. This is the room card. The elevator is on the left. I wish you a pleasant stay."

"Thanks."

I took my ID card and walked to the elevator without changing my expression. Listening to the low-pitched chatter from the front desk behind me, I walked to the elevator entrance and scanned the environment for a while. This hotel shocked me no more than that one at the theme park.

The Ferris wheel of that era was smaller, but over the past ten years, even though it has been renovated, it still looks a bit mediocre compared to other hotels that are rising day by day. The price is very high, but it has no characteristics.

When I checked in, I didn't see many other guests. It can be seen that the occupancy rate is not very high. Now it mainly uses the sign of the old store. It is probably thanks to the fact that the news spread rate in those days was not as rapid as it is today.

Fang Xuehua is not a celebrity in the entertainment industry, and her news coverage is relatively low. Otherwise, if people knew about the scandal of someone hanging himself in a well-known hotel, no one would dare to stay there.

Fortunately, the hotel is still open for business. I silently thank the owner for his perseverance. Otherwise, how could I walk Fang Xuehua's path to death all over again?

12th floor.

Walking through the long corridor, the lights were dim, and I didn’t see anyone in the front, back, left, or right. The hand holding the bag tightened, and there was a cold air passing behind me. I turned around sharply: "Is that you?"

It should be that bloody kid following me——

no one.

I frowned. He must be timid. He took the room card and shook it on the door handle, unscrewed it, and walked in. I opened the bathroom door directly. There was nothing unusual. The layout remained the same as before, and the bathtub was still there.

The pull rods used by Fang Xuehua for hanging were all placed in their previous positions, but they were replaced with new ones.

I silently swept around inside, but there was no dust. It seemed that Fang Xuehua didn't have much energy left. It might have been too long. Plus, business people all know this, so they should find someone to do rituals and so on.

, otherwise we can’t let people live in it so generously, what if it’s haunted?

I walked to the window where Fang Xuehua was standing on the phone and saw the bustling street downstairs. Although I was vague about the environment when I saw Fang Xuehua's death, I could basically figure it out.

After looking around the bedroom and living room a few times, I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes for a while. I was so breathless that I could hardly feel anything while sitting here. If most people come to live in this room, there shouldn't be any problem. Occasionally, I can.

Women with weak horoscopes or long-term illness may have some nightmares when they stay there, but it won’t delay things. On the other hand, it’s right for this room to be open to the public. Only if it is popular can Aunt Xue Hua be like that.

The resentment of committing suicide and staying here is getting smaller and smaller, and is better than nothing.

I glanced at the bag I had brought, gritted my teeth, and dialed Zhuo Jing's mobile number directly.

"Are you busy."

"fine."

As soon as Zhuo Jing responded, I heard Xiao Tian's voice coming from the other end of his cell phone. "Mr. Zhuo, the heads of all departments are ready in the conference room. He should be busy."

"Well, you are busy first. Do you have time in the evening?"

"There is a simple media meeting about the opening of Happy World. The time after eight o'clock is my own."

I smiled: "Can you give it to me?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, I'll wait for you in Room 1208 of the Shijing Hotel. See you there."

"Are you in the hotel?"

I nodded, "Well, remember to come early." After I finished speaking, I heard Xiao Tian whispering on the phone: "Mr. Zhuo, it's almost time."

"Okay, wait for me"

I hung up the phone, pursed my lips, looked hard, walked straight into the bathroom, stood in the bathtub, reached out and touched the lever, closed my eyes, "Aunt Xuehua, I'm here..."

No response, still no response.

I glanced at the now-hidden Bagua diagram in my palm, then changed my hand and rubbed it gently, "Aunt Xuehua...Aunt Xuehua..."

I called softly a few times. If anyone sees me like this now, if he is not scared by ghosts, he will be scared by me. He must think that this person is sick. I have seen people who hit ghosts and want to exorcise evil spirits. They have definitely never seen me like this.

If you sow seeds, you will see hell.

A slight coolness gradually came from the palm of my hand, but it was still weak, too weak.

Letting out a long breath, I got out of the bathtub and frowned at the mirror. This was definitely not going to work. Zhuo Jing had already put up a lot of trouble. The matter must come to an end tonight, otherwise Zhuo Jing would be wrong if he knew that I came to him.

If you cooperate with something like this, you will definitely have to scold me. No matter how much I get scolded, I will be rewarded.

Walking to the living room, I opened my bag and took out the things I had prepared inside, including a white skirt, stockings, and a wig. Then I took out a piece of red paper, cut out a human figure, and wrote on the back of the paper figure.

The name of Xue Hua above was then tied around the neck of the paper man with a white thread. Then he entered the bathroom, rubbed the paper man on the horizontal tie rod a few times, and then hung it on the top with a white thread to breathe.

After everything was done, I started to change clothes, and then all I had to do was wait for Zhuo Jing to come.

Originally, I thought that if I could simply feel it directly, I wouldn’t have to do this, but looking at it now, there really is no shortcut. I just wear a white skirt and a wig indoors in the winter.

Those who didn't know better thought I was in a bad mood and turned up the air conditioner, otherwise my legs would be really chilly.

After taking a look at the time, I put the lighter in a secret place in the bathroom, found a clean paper cup and mineral water, looked up at the white paper man floating back and forth freely, and opened my mouth: "I'll do it tonight.

is you."

…

Late, eight twenty.

There was a knock on the door.

I adjusted my long wig, but I was still a little nervous. It wasn't because I was nervous about what I had to do soon, but because I was nervous about seeing Zhuo Jing all this time.

After clearing my throat, I stood in the door and asked softly: "Who?"

I will definitely not open the door if I don't know who's coming. If others see my virtue, I won't be able to survive.

"it's me."

Zhuo Jing's cold and indifferent voice came, and I bit my lip: "It must be you."

"Do you still need help from others with this matter?"

Why do these words sound so awkward? I stood at the door and gently opened the door for him. I also followed the door and leaned back slightly. Zhuo Jing came directly in with a blast of cold air and looked at

My eyes immediately jumped up with a hint of doubt: "Ma Jiaolong, you..."

"Shh, come in first."

I spoke in a low voice, glanced behind him cautiously, then stretched out my hand to pull him in, leaned against the door and closed it with a bang. Then I took a long breath and looked at him standing beside me.

The person on the other side looked a little surprised and giggled twice: "You are quite punctual.":

Zhuo Jing stood opposite me, frowning slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes: "Ma Jiaolong, you are dressed like a female ghost, you know."

It’s not like that would be a waste of preparation all afternoon!

I walked up to him in a dog-legged manner and smiled softly: "You must be tired, go in and sit for a while."

But he put his arm directly around my waist, looked directly at me, and whispered: "Ma Jiaolong, do you know you are playing with fire by giving a man such a surprise?"

I didn't dare to look at him, and my voice was so astringent: "Can you go in and sit down for a while? I've ordered some food for you and put it in the living room. You eat some food first, and then, wait for me for a while...

…”

"Do you have any other tricks?"

"It's not a trick, it's just that you eat first and I take a bath first, okay?"

"You are dressed like this, haven't you washed it?"

I was really embarrassed by his slightly teasing tone. I pushed him to sit on the sofa, cleared his throat vigorously, pointed at the meal I asked the waiter to bring in, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, please help me.

Eat for a while first and wait for me for a while, okay?"

Zhuo Jing raised his eyebrows, but looked at me calmly, slowly took off his coat, his eyes fell on my legs, and he opened his mouth slightly unhappy: "Silk stockings? Ma Jiaolong, who taught you

The one wearing this thing is not that Rong Danfeng, right?"

I pulled up the skirt I was wearing and stood in front of him. I actually felt the discomfort I felt when Sister Li led me upstairs to meet him. I said, "It's not what you think. Anyway, you are just waiting here for me."

Just half an hour will be enough, okay? If you don’t like what I’m wearing, I’ll change it when I come out in a while.”

Zhuo Jing leaned on the sofa and looked at me with his chin slightly raised. His aura made me extremely uncomfortable: "The skirt is very beautiful, but I don't like these stockings. They have no sense of beauty."

I secretly cursed, no one asked you to participate in the beauty pageant here?!

"come over."

I pursed my lips and walked to his side with a smile on my face. Just when I was about to open my mouth, I looked at him with a panicked look on my face: "Ah! Zhuo Jing! Your hair!!"

Zhuo Jing was a little confused by my surprised attitude: "What's wrong?"

"You have gray hair! Why do you have gray hair before you reach thirty! Don't move! I will pluck it out for you!!"

As he said that, I didn't wait for him to speak, and pulled out two hairs with one hand. Zhuo Jing's body froze, and he directly held my wrist with one hand. Before I could react, he used his strength to pull me.

In his arms: "Ma Jiaolong, what are you doing?"

My heart was really beating wildly. I held his hair tightly in my hands, looked at his delicate facial features so close at hand, and opened my mouth: "I'm not doing any tricks. I just saw that you have white hair, and I want to help you pull it out."

...Hey, don’t!”
To be continued...