hotel mad cloud

Chuno was stunned for two seconds and asked, "Want to play cosplay?"

He wowed excitedly, and asked again: "What am I playing? The underworld prince?"

He pulled the chair over and sat down, crossed his legs and touched the floor with his index finger, and said with a sullen face, "I didn't expect you to be an undercover agent, kneel down!"

Su Xiaobai: "..."

Chun Nuo raised his face, walked slowly towards Su Xiaobai, and squeezed his chin pretending to be rude: "What do you want to make amends for? Hmm?"

Su Xiaobai rolled his eyes: "I can show you my gun."

"Then I won't be polite." Chuno lifted up his blouse and hurriedly took off his pants.

"What are you doing?" Su Xiaobai pressed his hand and asked nah.

Chuno blinked: "Didn't you look at your gun?"

Su Xiaobai: "..."

There is a small fountain in the garden, and a circle of blue-brown tiles is built around the bottom. Su Xiaobai hollowed out a grid in the tiles and hid the gun inside.

He brought Chuno to the fountain, but Chuno still seemed hesitant to speak.

"What do you want to say?"

Chuno said awkwardly, "Isn't that good?"

Su Xiaobai blinked.

"Our first time is to humidify the body in the field. I think it's a little exciting. Otherwise, it's a candlelight dinner balloon flower sea. Well, it's better to take a bubble bath together and put my little duck in it. What do you think? How about this suggestion?"

Su Xiaobai: "I also have a duckling, which can spray water when I pinch it. Is yours okay?"

Chuno raised his eyebrows: "Mine can talk."

Su Xiaobai smiled, looked around, saw no one around, took out a shovel, and carefully removed one of the tiles.

"Uh, it seems to be dismantled by mistake..." In front of him was a complete cement brick.

Su Xiaobai quickly changed the place and removed another tile.

Chuno scratched his head in doubt.

Even after tearing down more than a dozen bricks, Su Xiaobai didn't find the hollow grid. Su Xiaobai broke out in a cold sweat, and remained motionless as if in a daze.

"Xiaobai? Are you okay?" Chuno shook his shoulders, "Forget it if you can't find it, I'll buy you a gun to play with, or you can play with mine."

Su Xiaobai wanted to cry but had no tears, and desperately wanted to hit the wall to calm down.

Chuno hugged him into his arms and patted him on the back: "It will be fine, don't worry, I will look for it with you."

Su Xiaobai asked: "Do you believe that I am a policeman now?"

Chuno looked at him deeply, thinking that Xiaobai played the role so seriously, he must not disappoint him, so he nodded earnestly and affectionately: "Of course I believe you."

Su Xiaobai was greatly moved.

Chuno took advantage of the opportunity to slap him on the face, winked and said, "Can the plot go down a bit?"

Su Xiaobai blushed and shook his head: "No, I have to get my gun back first."

For the next whole day Su Xiaobai was absent-minded, and at midnight, remembering that today was the joint day, he rushed to the kitchen.

The kitchen is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

"Aww? Aww?" Su Xiaobai yelled twice but no one answered.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a regular snoring sound.

Su Xiaobai followed the sound and found the chef who was sleeping soundly under the cooking table.

The head chef twitched, opened his eyes suddenly, yawned and said, "You're here? Coo coo coo."

"Isn't it Cuckoo Chicken?"

The chef waved his hand, yawned and propped himself up: "Stop talking about this, let's talk about the business first, I discovered a strange thing today."

Su Xiaobai asked as usual: "What's so strange?"

"Lily and Hank are actually kissing, oh my god, hot eyes." The chef grinned exaggeratedly.

Su Xiaobai laughed: "Aren't Lily and Hank a perfect match?"

"Since ancient times, good-looking men and beautiful women have never ended well, especially Hank is still a handsome young man full of sweet words."

"Maybe he's just more talkative."

The chef glanced at him and shrugged: "Sometimes sweet words are not only suitable for beauties, but also suitable for little virgins like you."

Su Xiaobai: "..."

The chef saw that he was unhappy today, and asked suspiciously: "Hey Xiaobai, you don't seem very happy today, didn't you eat meat for dinner?"

Su Xiaobai shook his head in disappointment, while breathing with a little depression, he lowered his head and said, "My gun is gone."

"The one you put under the garden fountain?"

"That's right, that one, and the only one."

"This one?" The chef pulled out a gun from the back pocket of his trousers.

Su Xiaobai's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." The chef curled his lips dissatisfied, "My job is so dangerous, of course I need a gun to defend myself."

Su Xiaobai snatched the gun back: "But there is no bullet in the gun, I put the bullet in another place."

The chef leaned his head over and asked, "Where?"

Su Xiaobai: "...I'll buy you a realistic toy gun tomorrow."

"Or buy a few more, one for each of our team."

"Isn't our team disbanded?" Su Xiaobai's mood was ups and downs all day today, and he was really helpless.

After haggling for a long time, Su Xiaobai finally agreed to buy a pair of imitation ping pong balls for the chef, even though he didn't know what the ping pong balls had to do with them.

The two yawned and were about to go back to sleep, when suddenly there was a sound of "boom, boom, boom".

Su Xiaobai blinked: "It seems to be coming from below."

"It should be the ice room." The chef frowned uncomfortably, "Did the frozen meat ignite the spirit of the resentful spirit?"

"What is the soul of the resentful spirit?"

"I just invented a new word, well, let's go down and have a look, maybe the frozen meat is moving." When the chef stood up, he reached out to grab Su Xiaobai's gun.

There was no bullet in the gun, so the chef let go after grabbing Su Xiaobai twice.

The chef swallowed and said, "I have to give myself courage."

"Okay, then be careful, let's go down and have a look." Su Xiaobai stood up, turned around and walked towards the ice room.

The chef hid behind him and poked his head.

The ice room emits a long blue light, full of eerie atmosphere like in a horror movie.

The sound of boom, boom, boom is still going on.

When the two walked to the door, they vaguely saw a tall man wearing a waterproof cloth apron, with his back to the door, holding a butcher's knife in his hand, and was cutting frozen meat again and again.

Su Xiaobai has never seen this figure before, the chef is the roughest in the whole hotel, other than that, there is no such a burly man.

"Should we rush over there and take a look?" the chef asked.

"Hush, don't talk." Just as Su Xiaobai finished speaking, he saw the man carrying something towards the big freezer. As soon as he walked away, the lump of frozen meat appeared in front of the two of them.

To be precise, it's not frozen meat, it's a person.

To be more precise, this person is Zhou Xiang.

To be more precise, Zhou Xiang was already many pieces of meat that were about to become frozen meat.

The chef screamed at the top of his voice, raised his gun and pulled the trigger on the butcher.

"No bullets!" Su Xiaobai reiterated, pulling the chef around and running away without courage.

The movement made by the two alarmed the butcher, who turned to look at the two, raised his knife, and slowly walked out of the ice room.

The chef put on his scud feet, quickly pulled Su Xiaobai out of the hotel, and rushed into the garden.

No one came after them, and the two looked at each other with sweat on their foreheads.

"What should I do next?" Su Xiaobai asked.

The chef's throat moved: "You are the policeman, I'm just a cook."

Su Xiaobai said, "But you have experience."

"I'm very experienced in cooking." The chef thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Su Xiaobai nodded: "Yes, but do you think he saw my face just now?"

"Shouldn't you use 'we'?"

"You yelled so loudly just now, you don't need to look at your face to know who it is."

The chef lay down on the ground and rolled over: "Oh, the informant is asking for help."

The two were very distressed. At this time, Qian Weien came over with a flashlight. Seeing the two, he couldn't help frowning: "Are you cheating here at night?"

Su Xiaobai stared at him for a while. Qian Weien was slender and looked like a scholar with no strength to restrain himself.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Su Xiaobai smiled awkwardly.

The chef said: "We are just reciting poems, ah! The moonlight is so bright tonight! It's like your mood! It's pure and flawless!"

"Aren't you cheating?" Qian Weien asked.

Su Xiaobai shook his head violently: "We are really reciting poems. There is moonlight in front of the bed. It is suspected that there is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."

"Hey, you mispronounced it, you bowed your head and missed your aunt."

"It's my hometown!"

The chef shrugged: "Impossible, it must be Aunt Si, this poem was obviously written by Yang Guo."

"It's Li Bai."

"Yang Guo, whose name is Li Bai." The chef said.

Su Xiaobai held his forehead weakly.

Qian Weien looked at the two with a blank expression. He suddenly bent down, picked up the gun on the ground, weighed it and asked, "Why do you have a gun?"

Su Xiaobai froze.

The chef frowned, and snatched the gun back from Qian Weien's hand: "Hey, this is my lifeline, don't touch it."

Qian Weien wiped his hands on his trouser legs in disgust.

The chef said, "Actually, something happened before we came to read the poem."

Qian Weien signaled him to continue with his eyes.

"It's actually not a big deal." The chef shrugged and said, "It's just that a big man dismembered Zhou Xiang's body in the ice room and tried to freeze his meat in the freezer and confuse it with ordinary pork. Let us help you." He ate it to destroy the corpse, but I don't know what he's going to do with Zhou Xiang's eyeballs, they're so scary."

Qian Weien was stunned for two seconds, then ran to the flowers to retch.

Su Xiaobai asked: "Manager, do you believe our words?"

After Qian Weien vomited, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief in a gentle manner, "Oh no, I already feel sick just hearing that, so let's talk about it after vomiting."

Su Xiaobai blinked: "Why don't we go back and have a look together?"

"Are you going to die together?" Qian Weien looked at him, "Although I don't really believe in the nonsense of the two of you, there are some things that I have to be careful about. After all, horror movies are like this. Why don't you ask the security guards to go with you?"

"Alright."

Qian Weien asked: "Is twenty enough?"