Deceitful Game

Chapter 93 Question: Who is the ghost here?

Chapter 93 Question: Who's the ghost here? (Third update)

Mingpo came up the stairs, opened the emergency exit door, and came in.

"Clang!"

He had just pushed the door open.

Suddenly, an empty soda can on the edge of the corridor rolled towards Mingpo, making a sound in the quiet corridor.

Mingpo remained calm and composed, without bowing her head.

Just like receiving a pass on a football field, you kick it away with one foot!

The can flew out with a whoosh, making a clanging sound as it hit the wall in the distance.

"snort."

Mingpo smiled and walked steadily toward the carpet.

The second-floor corridor is like a maze—or rather, it is the maze itself.

Emerging from the emergency exit, you'll find three corridors: one in front, one to the left, and one to the right. They are indistinguishable from one another, and none of them seem to end.

The signs on the wall were blurry and covered with brown stains that looked like dried blood.

The floor was covered in a soft, plush carpet, thick with dust. It was so dirty that it was "visible to the naked eye"—Mingper had no doubt that if she stomped her foot, it would immediately stir up a cloud of dust.

This place has been abandoned for a long time; the water and electricity should have been cut off long ago, and the elevator is definitely no longer usable.

Mingpo's expression was calm, and his steps were perfectly steady. He randomly chose a path and walked straight ahead.

He walked for about ten seconds when a door suddenly opened slowly in front of him, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

Mingpo paused in his steps.

As he looked at the door, he suddenly heard the sound of a lock being opened behind him.

He calmly turned around and found that the path he had come from was gone.

His back was exactly the same as his front.

Moreover, the doors that were opened were all the four right-hand doors in front of him.

"Oh?"

Mingpo smiled and was about to walk over.

Suddenly, someone slammed the door shut from the inside!

He glanced back and saw that the door behind him had been closed a second later.

Without a doubt, this is an invitation.

But the question is—should we go to the front or the back first?

Mingpo didn't go to either place; instead, she picked up the camera and whispered, "Family, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, as if he weren't exploring an abandoned, haunted hotel, but broadcasting a late-night radio show: "I'm thinking, I wish I had an axe right now."

Mingbo smiled and said to the camera, "Have you guys seen The Shining? I quite liked it—"

"The story of The Shining takes place in a hotel—though it's not an abandoned hotel. Coincidentally, our hotel is a resort hotel, isn't it?"

"When I watched The Shining, I thought it was so cool."

"I was thinking that if I ever had the chance, I would definitely do something like that—I mean, break down the door with an axe."

"—What else could it be? Screaming?"

He laughed.

Mingpo's hearty laughter echoed hollowly in the dimly lit, deserted corridor, more frightening than the door that she had opened and closed herself.

He felt a bit bored, but the audience could alleviate his loneliness—although he was the only one who could speak, and they were the only ones listening.

But usually it's not much different.

When Mingpo was a child, a spider hung next to his desk. Sometimes he would lower his voice and have a serious conversation with the spider, pretending that it was intelligent, could understand him, and could respond to him.

It seems that the nanny told Mingpo's parents about it, so Mingpo's parents bought him a cat.

It was a Persian cat, and it was of very good quality.

Back in 2003, it cost 3,000 yuan to buy this cat.

Mingpo loved it very much at the time, and would often hug it and talk to it.

He would imagine that the other person had a personality and would address her formally as "Ms. Vivi". Because at that time he had heard that "a cat's one year is equivalent to a human's seven or eight years", and there was also a saying that "a cat's first year is equivalent to a human's fifteen years", and Mingpo was not even six years old at the time.

By this ratio, he's not even as big as a cat—this cat was already a year old when we brought him home.

Mingpo would imagine how the other person would respond to him, then pretend that the other person would actually respond that way, and then respond to the other person in a serious manner.

They lived like this for three or four months. The cat was very obedient and never attacked Mingpo, nor did it cause any trouble in the house.

But then one time when Mingpo was about to go out, it suddenly squeezed through the crack in the door and ran out.

Mingpo ran forward as fast as he could, but the faster he ran, the faster the cat ran.

As he ran, he lost track of them.

And then, he never came back.

Maybe it became a stray cat, maybe it died outside, maybe it got lost on its way back, or maybe someone took it in and raised it. At that time, Mingpo never thought it would leave home, nor did she put a necklace on it.

He posted a missing cat notice and offered a reward of five thousand yuan. Many people contacted him, but none of them were his Weiwei.

Since then, Mingper has stopped keeping pets.

They get sick, they die, and they run away from home.

Pets aren't any better than people.

They will all betray you, turn around and leave, never to be seen again.

Mingpo randomly chose a direction and walked over to take a look.

The door to that room had the number 2018 written on it.

He looked back at the other door, which had the number 2031 written on it.

"I wonder if there will be a 2012————"

Mingpo exclaimed, "I want to go inside and take a look."

He randomly chose the door to room 2031 and took out the room key from his pocket.

He held up the room key, placing it under the light and in the center of his field of vision.

After staring at it for a few seconds, the room key's description appeared:

[Universal Room Key]

[Type: Tool]

[Effect: Opens the electronic locks on guest rooms within the Water Mirror Resort (regardless of whether there is power)]

[Restrictions: None]

[Description: A dusty room key with the highest level of access, capable of opening the doors to all guest rooms]

"Tsk."

Mingpo clicked his tongue in boredom: "Having a room key is pointless; having an axe is much better—"

"Ultimately, there's clearly no electricity here. Why does the room key work? If it had a built-in battery, it should have run out of power by now. This makes no sense at all—"

He grumbled as he swiped the swipe to open the door to room 2031.

He tentatively inserted the room card into the power outlet, and as expected, it had no effect.

"It would be great if flashlights could be strapped to your head."

Mingpo sighed and put the room key back in her pocket. She took out a flashlight and illuminated the room.

His hands were simply not enough—even if he held the tripod with one hand, he couldn't possibly hold a flashlight, a room key, and a hammer all at the same time with the other.

He surveyed the entire room like a lion patrolling its territory, but he couldn't find the owner of the pale-armed man who had just closed the door.

This room appears to have been used.

Or rather—this place wasn't recycled or cleaned after the previous person used it.

The blankets were all wrinkled, and towels were scattered all over the floor. Some pillows were flattened from being used, while others were inexplicably lying on the floor.

"I'm a little sleepy, family."

Mingpo yawned.

The petty frights he'd experienced earlier were somewhat boring to him—now that Mingpo saw the bed, he was genuinely sleepy.

However, he is somewhat of a germaphobe and does not like to use bedding that other people have used.

He went to the bathroom and made sure the bathtub was clean.

Seeing that her hair was a bit messy, Mingpo placed the camera and flashlight on the sink and pointed the light at the mirror.

Mingbo pushed up her glasses, picked up an unopened disposable comb from the sink, and began to comb her hair carefully.

Just then, he looked in the mirror and suddenly saw a pale-skinned man with a naked upper body standing behind him.

He appeared out of nowhere, without any warning.

The man's face was contorted with rage. He raised a stick and swung it down hard, aiming to strike Mingpo on the back of the head!

Mingpo simply took a half-step to the side, avoiding the attack.

He turned around and kicked the man in the stomach—the kick was really hard. The man clutched his stomach and staggered backward, letting out a muffled roar.

But Mingpo had no intention of stopping.

He took a hammer out of his pouch.

With both hands clenched tightly, he swung down with equal force, striking the man on the back of the head!

-boom!

A muffled thud was heard, and the man fell forward to the ground.

Blackish-red splattered, staining some of Mingpo's clothes. This was probably the only damage it caused Mingpo.

"Are you crazy?!"

Mingper murmured incredulously, then struck it on the head again—though it was no longer moving.

Immediately afterward, just in case—Mingper took the hammer and smashed it against his limb joints to make sure it wasn't going to start crawling backward like an aberrant species.

Like pounding rice cakes, he pounded them while muttering under his breath: "Attack me when I'm empty-handed—?"

"That takes quite a bit of courage."

Inside the bathroom, only muffled thuds, the sound of bones breaking, and the constant squelching of damp, sticky liquid could be heard.

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