Nightmare Attack

Chapter 116 White Candle
Hearing that Ben Fu's nosebleed could not be held back any longer, he subconsciously blocked it with one hand, but his hand was covered with blood, and he was in a panic.

After a while, everyone's eyes on Chen Xiaomeng were wonderful.

When Chen Xiaomeng came to his senses and took out the rope out of embarrassment, and wanted to immediately execute the bastard in front of him, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Everyone stared at the rope in Chen Xiaomeng's hand, as if some strange idea had been confirmed.

So before the arrival of the village chief, Chen Xiaomeng just drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and was so angry that he couldn't drink it anymore, while Jiangcheng drank three bowls and ate up all the pickled cucumbers as a side dish.

In the end, he tentatively asked Chen Xiaomeng if she still drank, and didn't give up until she saw the latter's livid face.

It seems that because of the unhappiness with the shop owner yesterday, the village head and his party just stood in front of the shop, but did not come in, but looked in from time to time.

Seeing the village chief, Zhou Rong stood up from the table and walked over first.

"Please wait a moment," Zhou Rong said, "I'll go to the boss to return the key first, and then I'll go with you."

The old village head with wrinkles on his forehead couldn't hide his excitement, rubbing his hands together, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if you are willing to come, it means that the ancestors of our village have accumulated virtue."

Hearing this, Yu Man, who was leaning on the wooden chair with her legs crossed in a very thought-provoking posture, sneered and said, "If your ancestors had accumulated virtue, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Of course, her voice is not loud, and only a few people around her can hear it.

Li Lu frowned and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, the shop owner still didn't show up. From morning until now, neither the shop owner nor his wife was seen.

Zhou Rong was the first to wake up, but he just opened the door, stood in front of it, waited until the next door opened, and then went downstairs with everyone.

The porridge was placed downstairs early in the morning, and 8 pairs of bowls and chopsticks were thoughtfully arranged along the side of the porridge pot, obviously reserved for them for breakfast.

Jiang Cheng swallowed the last mouthful of porridge slowly, but his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

So is Chen Xiaomeng.

She was waiting, but the shop owner who said he would get up early to send them away did not show up.

On the contrary, the village head and his party approached the door.

The sky was already bright, and Zhou Rong, who was holding a few keys in his hand, seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He stood up, turned his head and walked upstairs.

Before he reached the stairs, there was a figure chasing after him, "Mr. Zhou," Jiang Cheng approached him kindly and walked side by side with him, "I'll go with you."

"it is good."

In view of Jiang Cheng's support for him yesterday, he had a good impression of the former, even though he knew that Jiang Cheng was not as simple as it seemed.

They searched around on the second floor, but did not find the shop owner and his wife.

The same goes for the third floor.

They didn't expect that there were only 8 guests living in this not-so-small hotel.

"Could it be that he went out?" Jiang Cheng looked around and asked, "I heard from a fat man that the dishes in the morning market are cheap and fresh, and many restaurant owners like to buy in the morning."

"Maybe," Zhou Rong replied, turning around, and said, "It seems that I have to put the key on the counter so that they can see it when they come back."

Jiang Cheng clapped his hands and praised, "As expected of Mr. Zhou, he can think of such a way!"

Zhou Rong, who had just turned around, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and he turned his head in doubt.

Jiang Cheng continued: "Comparing me with you is like comparing the sun with this candlelight. After three days of separation, we should treat each other with admiration!" He pointed to a candlestick at the end of the corridor, and said metaphorically without changing his face.

Zhou Rong: "???"

What the hell is this mess?
Although he thought so in his heart, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng's finger. The space on the third floor was much smaller than that on the second floor, with only 10 rooms.

Separated by a corridor, there are 5 rooms on one side, facing each other.

There are stairs on the side where I come up, and the other side is blocked by a wall.

For lighting, a candlestick hangs above the wall.

The pale white candle was burning faintly, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

It's like... coming to the mourning hall.

Just now, he was only looking for the shop owner and his wife, but at this moment Zhou Rong suddenly noticed the candle and the position of the candlestick.

The position of the candlestick was rather strange, not up or down in the center of the wall, which also caused the lighting effect to be very limited, and as if he had discovered something, his eyes suddenly became strange.

The opposite wall was also not quite right, it was painted a rare black.

This also led to the dimming of the third floor, which was already extremely poorly lit. Standing in front of the stairs and looking in, what stood in front of it didn't look like a wall, but rather like the entrance to hell.

People living in this era are just a little behind, but they are not stupid. How could such a pattern be designed.

In the next second, Zhou Rong's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had excellent eyesight, and had just seen a violent quiver in the flame of the candle.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a breeze blowing across his face, very light, but he looked to both sides of the corridor, all the doors were closed, where did the wind come from?
Facts have proved that finding problems is not his strong point, but analyzing and solving problems is. He immediately mobilized the information about this hotel in his mind.

There are three floors. From the outside, the first and second floors are the same length, only the third floor is obviously shorter.

This also explains why there are 14 rooms on the second floor, but only 10 on the third floor.

In other words, the second floor is about two rooms wider than the third floor.

But according to Zhou Rong's recollection, in fact there was not.

So behind that wall, there is likely to be another space.

The shop owner and his wife hid there.

Before he had time to explain to Jiang Cheng, he walked over with light steps. When he came to the wall, he stood quietly, stretched out a finger and wet it with his tongue, and then slowly groped around the wall.

Soon, he felt the coolness coming from his fingers.

He found a gap close to the wall.

The gaps are actually relatively rough, but because the walls are dark and the lighting is poor, it is extremely difficult for unintentional people to notice even if they stand in front of them.

No one would have thought that there was a dark room behind this.

The gap was relatively large, and after Zhou Rong rolled his throat, he moved his head closer without hesitation.

There is indeed a hole in the sky inside, a white candle that is almost exactly the same as the outside stands in a corner of the dark room, burning faintly.

Under Xi Wei's light, he saw a familiar figure from the back, wearing a dirty apron, it was the owner of the shop.

He trembled all over, as if he was explaining something excitedly. Because of the angle, he couldn't see the person in front of the shop owner clearly, only a pair of feet could be seen.

Those feet are very small, they don't look like the proprietress's.

(End of this chapter)