The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

Chapter 257 The Fright of the Hotel

Xiu Yan looked up slightly, but found that there was nothing but heavy dust on the ceiling.

When he lowered his head, the colorless mineral water in his hand had now turned a bright red color.

"Huh~" Xiu Yan looked at the bottle of mineral water in surprise, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and suddenly said, "It's really blood."

He shook his head slightly and put the mineral water on the table. There was no panic, but he muttered to himself: "Well, the inexplicable bottle of mineral water has turned into blood. If it is not a supernatural phenomenon, someone is there. Poisoned in the water."

With that, Xiu Yan walked towards the door, muttering: "I bet, this broken door will not open."

Turn the handle, the door does not move.

Xiu Yan tried to push and slide the door again, to no avail.

"The situation of supernatural phenomena is 80%." Xiuyan stretched out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows: "Of course, it does not rule out that I have entered a fantasy for some inexplicable reasons, but I always feel that there is a lack of memory in my memory. There are so many things."

While talking, Xiu Yan also stretched out his hand and shook it. The empty feeling in his palm made his brows slightly frowned: "No... there should be something in his hand."

However, the situation before him was that he was locked in the house, Xiu Yan simply turned his head and checked the details in the house.

He lifted the quilt first, and a damp and moldy smell came on his face.

"I swear, this place is definitely not my choice." Xiuyan pinched his nose while touching the quilt, but naturally he found nothing.

Then he checked the bottom of the bed again.

But there was nothing under the wire bed except for the thick dust on the belly of the fingers.

After reading here, Xiuyan moved his gaze to the tabletop. Apart from a bed, there is only one table in this room.

On the table was Xiu Yan's bottle of blood-like mineral water, as well as these magazines.

Every magazine Xiuyan opened and looked at it, and there was nothing unusual. Until the last one, an article attracted Xiuyan's attention.

"Shocked! Sunshine Orphanage in our city was hit by fire at night! It was the murderer!"

Xiuyan's eyebrows jumped when she saw it: "Fucking! Did the uc editor go to Harm Magazine Publishing House?"

Xiuyan ignored this article and turned to the next page, but this article made Xiuyan's eyes a little bitter.

"Haunted House! The Sunshine Orphanage is still dead, and several construction workers died strangely."

Xiuyan opened another page: "Ghosts linger, figures in the collapsed house."

Next to the magazine, there was a small stack of newspapers. Xiuyan opened it and looked at it, and found that there were ghost stories from the Sunshine Orphanage, and there were even some tragic pictures on the scene.

The corners of Xiuyan's mouth raised: "Interesting."

At this moment, there was a creaking sound in the corridor outside the house. It was the sound of something stepping on the old wooden floor.

Xiu Yan slowly put down the magazine in his hand and turned to look towards the door.

"Squeaky~" The sorrow of the old-fashioned wooden board continued.

"Anyone?" Xiu Yan asked tentatively.

Who knew that as soon as his voice fell, the slow squeaking sound of the wooden planks changed instantly and turned into a rushing running sound. The next moment, Xiuyan felt that his door was hit hard. , Even the dust inside the house was shaken down.

"Yes, I have a good temper." Xiu Yan dragged his chin to look at the door, his tone full of provocations: "Come on, you **** can come in and count me as a loser!"

"Boom!" After a loud noise, Xiu Yan stood up to a click.

It was the sound of the door beam cracking.

But Xiu Yan didn't panic. He looked at the gate and muttered to himself: "So, if it is a supernatural event, then I can't escape. If it's an illusion demon, I don't need to persuade it. "

With that said, he glanced around the room, only to find that there was nothing that could be used as a weapon.

In the end, his eyes fell on those magazines again.

"Forget it, let's make do with it." Xiu Yan picked up a few magazines, tore off all their pages, and then rolled them in a certain direction, especially the kind of porcelain.

After finishing the roll, Xiuyan rolled up the newspaper and then folded it in half.

The weapon appeared in his hand.

Under some special conditions, the lethality of the rolled up newspaper is comparable to that of a hammer.

The bang bang bang continued.

Xiuyan didn't feel ashamed, and walked to the door of the room and rammed a newspaper.

"Crack!"

There was a loud noise, and the wooden door was directly punched out of a hole.

Xiuyan was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and looked at it, wondering: "When did I get so much strength?"

However, these things were quickly left behind by Xiuyan, because the scene in front of him attracted his attention even more.

First of all, when Xiuyan knocked on the door of the room, all the sound stopped.

Outside the door is a corridor, an empty corridor.

As if no one had knocked on the door just now.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand and opened the broken hole, bent over and stepped out of the hole and entered the corridor. Only then did he find that the corridor seemed to have no end.

Both sides extend infinitely.

This is completely inconsistent with the memory of the small hotel in Xiuyan's mind.

On both sides of the corridor walls are hanging picture frames, and next to each picture frame is a small oil lamp hanging from the wall. The oil lamp is shining with a little ignition seedling, which can be regarded as a blurry view of the picture frame.

However, when looking at the photos in the Dana frame, Xiuyan's indifferent expression became slightly ugly.

There is no other reason, because the picture is too miserable.

There is a name under each screen, one by one Xiuyan was very familiar with before.

On the screen, it is their death.

Li Wen, this is a little guy who is only four years old. On the screen, among the wreckage, his charcoal body stretches his hands forward, while his legs are firmly pressed by a beam.

Liu Peng, he is nine years old, but in the picture, he is curled up like a dried shrimp. I don't know whether he waited for death in this posture or was roasted by the flame.

Zhao Ming, twelve years old, is as strong as a calf on weekdays, but at this time, he is crushed by a piece of rubble, leaving only one head outside.

Every picture is like this, and every child's body is full of scorched black.

Among them, one of the pictures is poking directly at Xiuyan's heart.

This is the scorched body of an adult, she just lay on the ground, but a gap in the back of her head marked her identity.

Xiu Yan's body was trembling slightly. All of these were people who lost their lives in the fire that year.

"Why~~~"

Suddenly, a faint voice did not know where it came from, echoing in the corridor.

"Who!" Xiu Yan shouted angrily: "Come out!"

"Why~~~" The voice didn't respond, but he answered these words from near and far.

"Asshole!" Xiu Yan's paper hammer slammed into a photo frame, only to hear the sound of glass shattering, and the photo frame was scattered!

"Why~~~" The voice appeared again, this time as if it was ringing behind Xiu Yan's head.

Xiu Yan brushed his head back, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that it was an empty corridor.

suddenly! A face with blood and tears in his eyes and blisters on his skin appeared in front of Xiuyan, the distance...less than fifty centimeters.

ps: It’s better to make a preview first and look at your reactions. In the past few days, this ghost method should be used to enrich the past of the characters, such as Xiu Yan, Xueyin, Meng Hao, and Liu Hong. If you can accept it, leave a comment after the post.

ps: If you are unacceptable and feel that it is too watery, please leave a message here. I will end this page as soon as possible and enter the main line of the task.

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