Horror, my mental hospital has become a weird restricted area

"The administrator is on the entire third floor. I have searched with those brothers just now, and I didn't find the so-called room 147!"

Gao Lao Si and Hai Hai looked at the familiar new red carpet and the bedrooms without doors.

He said to Administrator Roshan with some doubts.

"Some are here, but brother, you don't have a room card, so you can't get into that room. It was the working room left by the former deputy manager. It's just that after the deputy manager and the general manager broke up, that room needs to be No. 147. The room card is lost!"

"So that room was abandoned and became the current studio."

"It's where the temporary workers live!"

The obese administrator of Roshan trembled, walking in front with a hideous body, and said to Gao Laosi and Dahai behind him.

The ghostly atmosphere remained undiminished, and the studio that could be seen at the end had no door, and many temporary workers and players were watching there.

Roshan, who has a horror level of A-level, trembled involuntarily when he managed the operation, his face was pale, and some low-level players had a little hoarfrost.

The horror and despair in his eyes were beyond words.

"It's over, it's over, you will encounter a level A ghost here, I'm afraid we have to explain it here today!"

"I don't want to die. Didn't I agree that I was only here to clean the corridors and bedrooms of Zero Hotel? Why... why would A-level ghosts come here? We are just ordinary B-level tasks!"

"You guys, stop talking, didn't you see that the A-level ghost was followed by two big bosses from the Chengnan Mental Hospital, maybe they didn't come to kill us!"

"Yes, yes, there is still a chance, and there is still a chance. Although the bosses in the Chengnan Mental Hospital are all perverts, I haven't seen them kill any players!".
The four temporary workers shivered and huddled in the corner and said in a trembling tone of despair.

Listening to the dull footsteps, they became closer and closer, and their faces became paler and paler.

Moreover, the place where the A-level ghosts were coming was obviously the direction of their studio. They said that they were not afraid of being fake. They were just weak chickens before.

It's just that now I can only pin all my hopes on the two big men who are mentally ill in the south of the city.

boom~
boom~
boom~
The manager of Roshan, who came to the entrance of the studio, grinned ferociously when he saw the four temporary workers. The flesh on his cheeks trembled as the corners of his mouth curled up, looking extremely horrifying.

The unrestrained spiritual aura had already made the four players' bodies stiffen, and they couldn't even breathe.

All felt extremely difficult.

"Hehehe, brother is here, these four temporary workers go out first!"

The administrator of Roshan first turned his head and grinned at Lao Si Gao and Hai Hai, and then waved the four temporary workers to leave the third floor.

After hearing the words of the manager of Roshan, the four temporary workers were relieved, and hurriedly ran towards the elevator entrance. They vowed that they would never come to this so-called zero-degree hotel again.

It was really tormenting. First, a group of ghosts rushed out in mighty force, and then they broke through the door and said what room they were looking for.

Now another A-level ghost appeared, looking so vicious that the supernatural aura almost killed them all.

This is too dangerous. I really don't know how the two bosses of the Chengnan Mental Hospital managed to keep their expressions on.

Following the departure of the four temporary workers, the Roshan administrator rudely rummaged through the studio for something.

At the same time, he kept knocking on the surrounding walls, and then, with his fat arm, he punched the inner wall of the wall studio.

As the wall peeled off, a striking vermilion wooden door appeared in front of Gao Lao Si and Hai Hai.

Outside the wooden door, there are many long, narrow and irregular scratches, as if someone had desperately struggled and scratched at the door.

At the same time, on the vermilion wooden door, three horrifying numbers were written in black and red distorted handwriting.

【147! 】