"Hey, what are you looking at over there?" The security guard's voice was loud.
Taking a deep breath, I step up the stairs to the hotel and say quietly, "I stay here."
Passed the security guard side by side, and entered through the revolving glass door.
He didn't follow me, and I walked to the front desk.
"Hello." The front desk missy was dressed in a standard blouse, ponytail, and offered a standard smile.
"I remember there's a room here..." I started in a low voice, my mind already drawing blanks.
An indistinct picture suddenly appeared in my mind.
A thin, irritable man was pacing back and forth in the room.
The floor was covered with gray carpet, with a sofa, coffee table, a television. There was no bed, but there were three doors.
"It's a suite, I can't remember the room number, but the carpet in the house is gray, the TV is in the living room, and there are at least two or three rooms." I said with a friendly tone.
Old Qin gave me a "over the shadow" fate which is different from ordinary ones.
Aside from my ability to summon ghostly spirits, there's also my perception.
By using blood as a medium, through the medium object, I can feel the exact situation of that ghost.
But there is a side effect. Old Qin had told me, ghosts are too resentful and obsessed, and excessive sensing may lead to mental disorder. I can't use it unless there is no other choice, nor should others know.
The reason I only sensed Tang Qianqian's medium object when I got close was because there was no accurate range. Even if I sensed it, it wouldn't be of any use. Without the five ghosts leading me to this place, there is no way for me to search the entire city for a room with gray carpet.
As I was lost in thought, the front desk missy said politely, "Please wait for a moment."
She bowed her head and operated the computer. Soon, she told me that the room I mentioned was their hotel's signature Presidential Suite. There were only two of them, both booked out.
"How many days in advance was it booked? What floors are they on? I'm not staying today," I smiled, took out my wallet, and pulled out a small stack of money, then said, "Let me put down a deposit. When will there be an available room?"
The front desk missy's eyes lit up with excitement, and she asked me to choose a room again, which were on the third and fifth floors respectively. The room numbers were 3333 and 5555.
"Just the fifth floor," I placed the money on the counter.
"He'll check out tomorrow, can you give me your ID card?" The front desk missy didn't even tell me the amount of money, but took the small stack of money first and put it into the money validator, making a crisp sound.
"I'll be here tomorrow, I'm Tang."
"Very well, Mr. Tang."
Turning around, I walked towards the elevator.
The eyes behind me were somewhat puzzled, but the front desk missy didn't call me back.
After entering the elevator, I pressed the third floor first, my right hand in my pocket, playing with the icy shaving knife in my fingers.
In this way, by spending a little money, I saved a big trouble. If I had come in and asked directly about the room situation, the front desk would definitely not say much.
"Ding," the elevator door opened, and there were several room numbers listed on the wall of the corridor, pointing in the direction.
I walked to the right, and room number 3333 was at the end of the corridor.
Standing quietly in front of the door, my eyes were pitch black, looking at me like a pair of eyes.
I also reached my left hand into my pocket and touched the Huangge Lan.
It was still faintly cool, with no other sensations.
I didn't knock, and turned silently.
This time, I didn't take the elevator again. I walked the corridor, the energy-saving lamp had a low wattage, and the light was dim. There were green indicator signs at the corners of the wall, along with the floating mist of negative qi in the air. Thanks to ordinary people can't see such qi, otherwise, if this qi is spread all over the hotel, it would really scare people to death.
In no time, I stood in front of the door of the room on the fifth floor.
The intense coldness and strong tremor from the Huangge Lan that I touched with my left hand suddenly came on, as if there was a strong heartbeat.
My heart skipped a beat, and I withdrew my left hand, stretching out my hand to gently knock on the door.
The dull knocking echoed through the corridor.
"Who?" The voice from inside the door questioned suspiciously, it was a low and hoarse voice of a duck.
I immediately pressed my left index finger against the cat's eye with my left hand, and the other fingers knocked on the door, producing a dong dong sound.
"Your delivery food," I replied in a clear voice.
The sound of footsteps grew closer to the door.
I stopped knocking, my hand still pressed against the cat's eye.
Quiet, for several seconds.
It's probably the people inside who are puzzled, why the cat's eye can't see.
A click sound came, the door opened.
The man who appeared in the door crack had extremely thin cheeks, almost sunken in. His hair was slightly sparse and disheveled, with a hooked nose and an anxious expression, eyes full of malevolence.
His appearance was completely in line with the image I sensed!
"You knocked wrong..." the man spoke with a very bad tone.
I suddenly raised my right hand, and the razor that I had prepared long ago howled as it whizzed down towards his head!
No questions, no excessive inspection!
The guy who dared to move the city temple is definitely a tough nut!
The first move is the opportunity!
His pupils constricted, the malevolence in his eyes intensified by several times, he fiercely shut the door!
I was quick; every time Old Qin watched me shave, he would praise me for being fast, accurate, and ruthless!
There was a faint click, a strand of hair was shaved off his forehead by me, and at the same time, I kicked with my leg to hold the door. As the door opened and closed in a moment, I flashed into the room.
The thin man's eyes were completely surprised and suspicious.
He took a few steps back, into the living room.
I didn't have the slightest fear, his retreat actually made my heart more at ease.
Old Qin had also told me that among the nine ranks, the strength of each profession was uneven. Those who control ghosts are usually weak in body, while those who drive coffins are good at fighting.
In addition to the suppression of the over-negative life force by the positive one, each of the nine streams has its own disadvantages and advantages, and there is also a saying about mutual control. And I am involved in nine aspects, which almost make up for most shortcomings and can restrain most of the nine streams.
"Who are you?! I have never offended my peers!" he bellowed with a questioning tone.
"But you've disturbed the City Temple!" I coldly rebuked, then bent my legs and pushed off hard, charging towards him!
The thin man's look of suspicion deepened, and a look of murder spread across his face. However, following that, he became irate and frantic, his gaze sweeping to the left side of the living room.
But he suddenly collided with the window position!
There was a soft click, and he fell out of the window and down.
I suddenly stopped, not only because his suicide leap took me by surprise, but also because the coldness coming from the left was more intense, causing the hair on my body to stand on end.
I turned my head immediately and looked at the person standing on the ground next to the sofa.
He was naked, his skin was torn and ragged, like one piece stitched onto another.
Those pieces of skin seemed like faces, most of which had lost their features.
At the heart of his chest was a piece of white skin, which could be seen faintly, it was actually a woman's face.
That face was tightly closed, looking particularly painful.
I felt the hair on my scalp bristle, a chill ran up my spine, and spread all over my skin.
I understand, the squeezing feeling before was caused by this!
It's the overwhelming spirits being squeezed together, striving to form a complete body, the souls must be stripped of consciousness, leaving only the shells!
The feeling of assembly at the ghost's head is less, as if made up of three pieces of skin. Its appearance is somewhat similar to the thin man, but slightly younger.
The eyes of the thing were extremely vengeful and blood-red, clearly a blood-vengeful ghost.
It was obvious that it wanted to take a step, even lift its hand towards me.
But with just a slight movement, there was a sense of cracking at its chest, as if the whole body had not been unified. Another move might cause it to disintegrate!
I could hear the terrified shouts outside. Some were shouting to call the police and call an ambulance, and someone had fallen from the window.
I didn't have much time. Soon, people would come to the fifth floor, and if I were blocked, I would definitely be caught.
In two steps, I reached the front of the ghost.
The face at the heart of the ghost trembled and opened its eyes.
Normally, the eyes of Tang Qianqian were unfocused, but when she saw me, she struggled to have some light in her eyes, and made a sorrowful wail.
"Show the spirit... Brother..."
The childlike voice sounds even more painful and agonizing.
