Chapter four hundred and sixty-eight people are scary
Darkness shrouded this eerie and silent hotel, with deep corridors and closed doors, adding a bit of terror to the place.
On the walls and carpets, you can see suspicious dark black marks at any time.
"call!"
The smoking man stood on his toes and moved briskly along the corridor.
This kind of atmosphere, similar to that of a ghost movie shooting scene, will not have any impact on him.
Whether it was his heartbeat, breathing, or movements, they were all adjusted to their optimal state when he stepped into this hotel.
At this time, he was like a shadow in the night, silent and difficult to catch.
Tasks...mean a lot of rewards.
Especially a task like this, which can become the center of attention as soon as it is completed, is even more attractive.
It's just a matter of finding Lucy, and then coercing and tempting her, it's not too difficult...
As long as it's not discovered.
"Even the machete's brazen appearance was not noticed. I am good at hiding, so I will definitely not be discovered. No problem."
The smoking man thought to himself.
As he walked quickly through the corridor, his attention was always highly concentrated.
Gently stick it to the door, and then use your hearing, which has been amplified several times, to detect whether there is anyone inside.
Even if there is only one person breathing in the room, he can clearly capture it.
Crunch——
A sudden soft sound from behind made the smoking man almost lose his mind.
He clung to the wall almost subconsciously, and then squinted in the direction of the sound.
"What... was it blown by the wind?"
He slowly leaned against the wall, then jumped to the door with a gun in hand.
no one...
The window was open, and a layer of white gauze was swaying in the wind.
"Scared me..."
The smoking man had just wiped away his cold sweat when he suddenly realized something.
This door is so heavy, how can the wind blow it...
brush!
Cold sweat immediately broke out on the smoking man's back. He stared at the door twice and suddenly noticed five scratches on the side of the door.
There are deep white marks, and there seems to be a trace of blood...
"What is this? Bloody fingerprints?" The smoking man became nervous for a moment.
"Uh, no, isn't this fresh sawdust? Could it be a zombie? It's impossible. How did the guards let the zombies sneak in?"
The smoking man looked inside nervously, rolled over, and appeared in the house with a gun in hand.
Empty bed, empty bathroom...
There was nothing in the room.
Suddenly, the smoking man turned his attention to the window.
"The door was just opened, the scratches were just left, and there is no one in the house, so..."
The smoking man slowly walked to the window with the gun in hand and quickly explored the corner by the window.
He finally turned his gaze to the open window, and then slowly approached it.
Suddenly, the smoking man jumped up suddenly and covered the back of his neck: "What is it!"
The moment he turned around, he felt as if a cold air suddenly blew on the back of his neck, and it seemed as if a hand reached out and patted the back of his head.
It feels so real, not like an illusion at all.
But there was still no one inside the house...
"Haunted? Hahaha... How is this possible? There must be zombies, how can there be ghosts..."
The smoking man slowly retreated towards the window...
What he didn't notice was that in the darkness, a ray of silver thread had reached his heels...
"Bang!"
He fell heavily on the edge of the bed, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.
"What's going on!"
The smoking man quickly grabbed the gun, rolled on the spot, turned around and aimed at the window.
"Huh~"
Except for the cold wind passing through, there is nothing at all...
Even when he ventured to stick his head out, he saw nothing.
"What a hell!"
The smoking man cursed in his heart, but his forehead and palms were already covered with cold sweat.
"Damn, what are you doing!"
The smoking man ran out of the room in panic, and then took two deep breaths to calm down.
After all, he has experienced many battles. Although what just happened was really weird, he still restrained the urge to escape from here immediately.
"Yuanyuan is also here, not to mention the mission hasn't started yet..."
He tightened his grip on the gun and felt a little calmer.
As long as he has a gun in his hand, he feels much calmer.
"However, we still have to consider the possibility of being discovered. That Yin Jie refused to even tell me his whereabouts. Apparently he was worried that if I was caught, the plan would completely fail... Damn it, that Yuanyuan
Don’t come yet!”
The smoking man was walking slowly along the corridor. Suddenly, a figure flashed past in front of him.
He pulled the trigger almost without thinking, but the bullet hit the wall and missed.
Even though it was silenced, there was still a slight sound that echoed in the corridor.
"Who!"
The smoking man leaned over nervously. He could not see his fingers at the dark staircase, as if something was lurking in the darkness.
He immediately focused all his powers on his eyes, and his vision instantly improved a lot.
Even in this darkness, I can still see roughly...
"Is it that psychic psychic? If what happened just now was all his fault... By the way, psychic psychics are scum in melee combat. I have a gun!"
The smoking man thought: "Pretending to be a ghost shows a lack of strength..."
After entering the stairs, the smoking man's mentality has calmed down a lot.
As he was going up the stairs, a woman's chuckle suddenly floated behind him.
Very short, but very clear!
It was as if the other party suddenly appeared behind him and then disappeared suddenly.
He quickly turned around and pointed the gun at the corridor behind him.
The corridor is empty, nothing...
The smoking man quickly turned back to the stairs. However, the moment he turned his head, at the top of the stairs, a shadow that looked like an old TV suddenly appeared.
The shadow lay on the ground, as if suffering from systemic arthritis, and slowly crawled towards him with a "click-click" sound.
It seemed to be moving very slowly, but it appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and changed its posture at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
She was lying on the ground a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye she was standing in front of him with her head tilted.
Long black hair, zombie-like blood-red eyes, looking like a kaleidoscope...
"ah!"
The smoking man let out a short cry and fired the pistol almost subconsciously.
The bullet hit the railing and made a crisp sound...
But in front of the smoking man, the figure had quietly disappeared.
There was no one in the entire stairwell... There were only the front and back stairs, leading to the dark upper and lower floors...
The smoking man was sweating profusely and quickly pressed himself against the wall.
"Hallucination? No, he is not a superpower who can create hallucinations! But what happened to the arthritis patient just now? Isn't that a typical female ghost from the country? Once he dies, he will be filled with resentment, and as a result, he will suffer from systemic diseases
The standard image of a female ghost with arthritis..."
He slowly leaned against the wall and retreated to the stairs: "No, no, no, as a staunch materialist, I will never be afraid..."
"when!"
I don't know where a force suddenly came from, and took the gun away from him.
After losing his weapon, the smoking man suddenly became frightened.
But before he could move, a figure appeared in front of him.
This is a neatly dressed little lolita, except her face is a little pale...
"ah!"
Following a scream that changed its tone and even lengthened its ending, the smoking man instinctively used his grappling hand.
But he soon thought, isn't this the one from Ling Mo's group?
Sure enough, he was just pretending!
The smoking man who was determined in his heart sneered and was about to take action...
But at this moment, a red light suddenly flashed on the loli's neck.
At the same time, this little loli with her eyes tightly closed asked in a clear voice: "Uncle, uncle, have you seen my eyes?"
Countless silver threads suddenly emerged from her body, seeming to still glow faintly in the darkness...
"The eyes...are not hanging around your neck! Where did you get these silk threads? Why are they wrapped around uncle's hands and feet and not allowed to move!"
The smoking man yelled in his heart, but his body could not move at all. (To be continued.)
