Tenant 302's eyes filled with resentment were closed by Han Fei, and her body was completely reduced to shreds of paper.
When she was in a panic, a system prompt suddenly appeared in Han Fei's mind: "Attention, player No. 0000! Your clerk Yinglong is seriously injured! Please find him as soon as possible, otherwise the mission will fail."
"Is there a time limit for this task?"
Han Fei originally wanted to search the room for a while, but after hearing the sound of the system, he didn't stay too long. He picked up the box of blades on the ground and walked to the door of the room.
There was no one in the corridor, and the tenants seemed to have become accustomed to the occasional strange noises coming from room 302.
"It's a little unusual to be quiet."
After the tenant of 302 died, something changed in the hotel.
Worried about Yinglong's safety, Han Fei decided not to waste time. He found the key to Room 304 from the altar and went to the deepest part of the corridor.
The key was inserted into the keyhole, and the moment the door opened, the phone in room 304 rang.
The sound of jingling bells broke the dead silence of the hotel and could be heard clearly in the whole building.
After entering room 304, Han Fei picked up the phone next to the bedside table.
There was a faint gasp from the other end of the phone, and after a few seconds, the other party said two words: "Let's go quickly..."
The voice on the phone was low and weak, and Han Fei could tell it was Yinglong's voice: "Where are you in the hotel?"
"Don't talk to me, don't answer, leave quickly!" Yinglong seemed to be struggling with his last strength. After he said these words, the sound of a wound being torn came from the other end of the phone.
The call was still not hung up. After hearing the sound of the wound tearing, Han Fei immediately understood that there was someone else next to Yinglong at this time.
It was that person who took the phone and tortured Yinglong, forcing Yinglong to speak.
After hanging up the phone, Han Fei glanced at the red phone line embedded in the wall, which looked like blood vessels in the human body.
"Yinglong won't let me talk. It seems that as long as I communicate with people on the phone, I will be contaminated with something." Han Fei reacted too quickly. He had been suspicious of the phone from the moment he entered the hotel, and now he
Coupled with Yinglong's warning, he had determined that there must be something wrong with the phone in the hotel.
Picking up the blade, Han Fei wanted to cut the phone cord, but the thin red silk thread turned out to be much tougher than he imagined, and the blade of tenant 302 could not cut it at all.
"Cry, can you try to bite it open?"
Han Fei was about to try other methods when a dark red grimace poked his head into room 304. The man staggered into the room with a wine bottle in his hand.
After he approached Han Fei, he suddenly accelerated, blood oozed from his red skin, and his body began to twist and deform, like a pool of mud made of flesh and blood.
Han Fei didn't need to speak, he immediately attacked the drunkard.
Crying is resentment, and the drunkard is just the regret of being cursed. It can't hurt Crying at all, but it only causes more and more wounds on itself.
If this continued, the drunkard would be killed sooner or later, but Han Fei had a vague feeling that something was not right.
The drunkard was in the same state as the Fire Dragon controlled by the paper man. He was confused and lost his consciousness. He kept attacking and wanted to cry for injuries.
When the drunkard was about to lose his mind, the voice of the system sounded in Han Fei's mind again: "Attention, player No. 0000! Your clerk Yinglong's self-awareness is about to collapse! Please find him as soon as possible, otherwise the mission will fail."
The system prompt sounded for the second time, and Han Fei narrowed his eyes as he looked at the drunken man who was almost out of his mind.
"The first time the system reminded me that Yinglong was injured was when the tenant in 302 was swallowed by the paper man. The second time it reminded me that Yinglong's self-consciousness was about to collapse was when the drunkard was about to be killed. Twice in a row, it couldn't be
coincide!"
Glancing at the phone behind him, Han Fei had an idea in his mind.
"Can the real owner of this hotel deflect the damage?"
Han Fei immediately stopped crying. He forcibly unplugged the phone cord from the phone. Blood flowed from the interface, and there was something similar to a human organ growing on the end of the phone cord.
"Don't worry about the tenants! Let's go to the first floor!"
Han Fei had a very good memory. He clearly remembered that when he first entered the hotel, the owner of the hotel was also on the phone, and the phone line at the counter extended all the way to the ground.
"If the phone is the cursed object in the hotel, then its hiding place should be under the hotel!"
After thinking about this clearly, Han Fei rushed out of Room 304 while crying while holding the altar.
As they ran downstairs, the phones in all the rooms in the hotel rang, the closed doors opened one after another, and the tenants in the house walked out of the house as if they were sleepwalking.
"Leave them alone!"
The tinkling sound tortured his eardrums continuously, and Han Fei rushed to the first floor in one breath. At this time, the shop owner in a raincoat was looking at him with a strange smile.
The wooden stairs creaked, chaotic footsteps sounded, and ghost figures ran down the stairs.
"This guest, I'm sorry, you can't check out until this time tomorrow." The store owner lifted the brim of his raincoat, and there was an obvious crack on his head: "If you insist on checking out early, then we can only
I can collect your rent in advance.”
The hand hidden under the raincoat slowly stretched out. The shop owner was holding an ax for chopping bones.
Seeing the tenants upstairs running downstairs, Han Fei had no other choice: "Li Pan!"
"Is dinner ready?"
A gloomy black shadow emerged from the cracks in the altar. A tall and thin man tore open his own belly, and there was another face hidden there.
"Get your brother out! Quick! Break this floor through!"
The situation was more critical than Han Fei expected. The tall and lanky man nodded: "You'd better stand far away."
He bent his body at an incredible angle and put his head directly into the mouth in his belly!
This terrifying scene even outshone the ghosts and ghosts in the hotel. Han Fei never expected that the way the two brothers merged would be so terrifying.
The mouth on the belly bit off the lanky man's head, his sanity was swallowed up, and what was left was despair and madness.
The black shadow doubled in size, and Li Fu, who was covered in flesh and blood, began to hammer the ground like a madman.
The three-story building was shaking slightly, and Li Fu quickly made a big hole in the hollowed-out floor below.
Sawdust was flying, and a strong smell wafted from the ground. Han Fei covered his mouth and nose and looked into the cave. The scene in front of him made him feel a little scared even though he had experienced hundreds of battles.
There is a corpse pit underneath the hotel!
The corpses were pieced together and embedded in each other, their bodies were tangled randomly with blood-red telephone wires, and some of the telephone wires even penetrated their skin and were buried deep inside their bodies.
"Firefly dragon?"
The one-eyed clerk was bitten by the corpses. He used his body to protect the child and a female corpse in his arms.
The woman looked approachable, with her eyes closed tightly and a satisfied smile on her face, but her body was penetrated by several telephone lines, which looked very scary.
At this time, Yinglong had almost reached his limit. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and the only remaining eyeball was full of pain.
"Help……"
Yinglong didn't expect to see Han Fei at this time. There was a hint of emotion that he couldn't understand in his turbid and desperate eyes. That rare emotion made him who had reached his limit burst out with strength again.
The only movable arm grabbed the boy in his arms, and he used his last strength to throw the child out of the corpse pit!
Han Fei caught the child and hid next to him. Li Fu, who had lost his mind, jumped directly into the corpse pit. It bit and pulled the corpse on the ground like crazy, but all the damage seemed to be transferred to the body of the fire dragon in the end.
"The phone line should be a bridge. The curse spreads the damage equally. Only attacking the cursed object can break the situation!"
Li Fu had lost control and was crying and guarding his surroundings. The only thing Han Fei could rely on now was the paper man.
Opening the inventory, Han Fei held the blood-red paper man in his hand.
With blood flowing, he hoped that the paper man would get into the depths of the pile of corpses, but the paper man just looked at him with a smile on his face.
This paper man's self-awareness has been destroyed and is now just an empty shell.
Recalling Xu Qin's original words in his mind, Han Fei thought of Xu Qin's morbidly beautiful face. When Xu Qin's face overlapped with the paper man's face in his mind, the strong smell of blood wafted out.
"Go to the deepest part of the pile of corpses! See what those corpses are protecting!"
The bloody paper figure seemed to understand Han Fei's words. It staggered towards the corpse pit, and the smile on its face became more and more sick and monstrous.
This was Han Fei's first real attempt to control the paper man. During the control process, his brain seemed to be pricked with needles. The terrifying experience of the bloody paper man crazily impacted his memory. Both seemed to be present at any time.
Maybe they blend together.
Han Fei finally understood the use of brain power. If his brain power hadn't been relatively high at the beginning, he wouldn't have been able to control the paper man for a long time.
As soon as the blood-red paper man appeared, the atmosphere in the hotel immediately became different from before.
The stench of corpses was suppressed by the smell of blood, and the things in the pile of corpses could not move. It could only watch the bloody paper man crawling into the depths of the pile of corpses along the gaps in the corpses.