Nightmare Attack

Hearing that Penfolds' nosebleeds could no longer be held back, he subconsciously used one hand to block it, but his hands were covered in blood, and he was very embarrassed.

After a while, everyone turned to Chen Xiaomeng's gaze.

When Chen Xiaomeng reacted and took out the rope into anger, and wanted to rectify the **** in front of him immediately, a burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd.

Everyone stared at the rope in Chen Xiaomeng's hands, as if some strange idea was confirmed.

So...before the village head came, Chen Xiaomeng only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and was so angry that he couldn't drink anymore, and Jiang Cheng drank three bowls and ate all the side dishes and pickled cucumbers. It's clean.

Finally, she tentatively asked Chen Xiaomeng whether she would drink or not, until she saw the latter's iron complexion that she gave up.

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

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

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

The old village chief with wrinkles on his forehead couldn't hide his excitement and rubbed his hands together, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are willing to come to the ancestors of our village."

Hearing this, Yu Man, who was leaning on the wooden chair with his legs cocked, sneered and said: "If your ancestors have accumulated virtue, you will not fall to this end."

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

Li Lu frowned and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, the shop owner still didn't show up. From the morning until now, I haven't seen the shop owner or his wife.

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

The porridge was placed downstairs early in the morning, and there were 8 sets of bowls and chopsticks arranged beside the pot where the porridge was served, which was obviously reserved for their breakfast.

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

So is Chen Xiaomeng.

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

On the contrary, the village chief and a group of people came to the door.

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

Before he reached the stairs, a figure chased him behind him, "Mr. Zhou," Jiang Cheng kindly walked to him, and paralleled him, "I'll go with you."

"good."

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

They searched for a circle on the second floor, but did not find the owner and his wife.

The same goes for the third floor.

They didn't expect that this not-so-small hotel actually only lived with 8 of them.

"Will it be out?" Jiang Cheng looked around and asked, "I heard a fat man say that the morning market food is cheap and fresh, and many restaurant owners like to buy in the morning."

"Perhaps," Zhou Rong replied. He turned 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."

Hearing this, 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 but was taken aback, and he turned his head in doubt.

Jiang Cheng continued: "Comparing with you below is like the candlelight on the day of the day, three days away, you should be treated with admiration!" He pointed to a candlestick at the end of the corridor, and said metaphorically.

Zhou Rong: "???"

What kind of mess this is all about...

Even though he thought so in his heart, he still subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng's fingers. The third floor space was much smaller than the second floor, with only 10 rooms.

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

Only on the side where I came up was stairs, and the other side was blocked by a wall.

Due to the lighting, a candlestick hung on the wall.

The pale white candle burned faintly, giving people a feeling of depression inexplicably.

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

Just looking for the shop owner and his wife, Zhou Rong suddenly noticed the candle and the position of the candlestick.

The position of the candlestick is rather strange. It is located in the middle of the wall, which is not up and down. This also causes the lighting effect to be very limited, and...like he has discovered something, his eyes suddenly become weird.

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

This also caused the third floor, which was originally poorly lit, to become dim. Standing in front of the stairs and looking inward, what stood in front of him was not like a wall, but rather like an 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 has excellent eyesight, and just saw the flame on the candle tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a breeze blowing across his face, very light, but... he looked at both sides of the corridor, all the doors were closed, where did the wind come from?

It turns out that ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ found that the problem is not his strong point, but the analysis and solution of the problem are the ones. He immediately mobilized the information about this hotel in his mind.

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

This also explains why there are 14 rooms on the second floor, but only 10 rooms 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, it was not.

So...behind that wall, there is probably a space left.

The shop owner and his wife hid there.

He didn't have time to explain to Jiang Cheng, and walked over with light steps. When he came to the wall, he quietly stood still, stretched out a finger to wet his tongue, and then slowly fumbled along the wall.

Soon, he felt the coolness from his fingers.

He found a gap next to the wall.

The gap is actually rough, but because the wall is dark and the lighting is still poor, it is extremely difficult for an unintentional person to spot it even when standing in front of it.

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

The gap was relatively large. After Zhou Rong rolled his throat, he moved his head over without hesitation.

There was indeed a cave inside. A white candle almost exactly the same as the outside was standing in a corner of the dark room, faintly burning.

Under the faint light of Xi, he saw a familiar back, surrounded by a dirty apron, who 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, but could only see a pair of feet.

Those feet are so small that they don't belong to the boss.

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