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Chapter 36 The Third Hotel
The sleep testers in the other rooms heard the voice of their managers one after another.
Just as they were wondering how the manager would violate the regulations and contact him privately during the dream, the locked door was suddenly knocked on.
Looking at the screen from the monitoring room, the doors hitting the fantasy houses are all sleep testers who have been assimilated by paper ghosts.
Without exception, they slammed repeatedly in numbness, and there were several paper ghosts holding paper knives standing nearby. After the door was smashed, the infected and the paper ghosts entered together to slaughter the survivors.
The managers were heartbroken, and hurriedly told the sleep testers the ins and outs and the location of the safe room, and the sleep testers who received the information started to help themselves.
Before someone could get ready, the door was smashed down. The person who used to be in the same business grinned strangely, and greasy black roots grew out of his mouth. The roots flew straight through the wall and firmly inserted into the hiding place. On the head of the sleep tester behind the building.
"Puchi..." "Gululu..."
The sleep tester's brains splashed out of the flower head, like jelly, were quickly sucked into the roots, and swallowed into the belly of the infected colleague.
The figure of the piece of paper is like a pregnant woman's belly soaring, the mutant walks forward staggeringly, and the roots in the mouthparts also sway to drag the sleep tester out.
The building was directly collapsed, and the paper ghosts behind the infected moved when they heard the sound, and rushed out to surround the sleep testers.
The paper piece's figure gradually returned to its human form, but the paper ghosts had already scrambled to eat his body.
The black roots were slowly withdrawn, and the infected person looked up at the sky, and the eyes covered by the flower head seemed to be staring at the monitoring managers.
The next second, the screen goes off.
Of the 12 names on the surviving list, one disappeared.
"Fuck! What happened to those infected people?!" Some managers were stunned by the weird and outrageous scene in front of them.
"Aren't the higher-ups going to take care of it?" Someone grabbed Shi Lai's collar angrily, fingering the blacked-out screen, "This is not an A-grade book at all! You lied to us!"
He was in charge of the sleep tester who had just died. Even if he didn't have deep feelings, it would be uncomfortable for anyone to watch the fresh life being devoured.
With a cold expression, Shi Lai tore off the gold-plated pendant with his right hand and threw it to Tao Baiwen not far away.
"I have opened the backpack permission, Tao Baiwen, take out all the props that can transfer space and give them to them."
He pulled down the hand holding the collar, his dark eyes moved down slowly, staring at the accuser, his voice was extremely indifferent.
"Working in the Spiritual Hotel is a matter of life and death. You understand, everyone understands, who can change it?"
The accuser was stunned for a moment, then involuntarily let go of his hands and stepped back, covering his head and muttering to himself in pain.
"Can't be changed... No, no! I want to leave this damned place! Let me out, I don't want to stay here..."
Everyone backed away slowly, leaving a small blank area, and looked at the madman silently.
Tao Baiwen rarely made a joke, and silently picked out available props and stuffed them to the survivor's manager.
Lu Hua was still huddled in the crowd, looking at the noble and indifferent Shi Lai for a while, and looking at the mad manager in the middle for a while, blinking slowly.
'The monitoring room is not monitoring the sleep testers, it has actually been monitoring us. ’ He secretly stated the default rules here.
...
Zhang Fanyu held an electric baton and violently hit the butcher who rushed out. He said to the other three in a deep voice, "Be careful."
He used a solid electric baton that hadn't turned into a piece of paper, and just as he was about to swing the baton to hit the black shadow approaching from behind, the electric baton lost his grip again and fell to the ground.
Qin Sanqi next to him lifted the silver ax in time, and the sharp blade cut open the black shadow's mouth, cut across, half of the head flew up, and Qin Sanqi kicked the black shadow.
"Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly.
Zhang Fanyu watched in amazement that his other hand had also turned into a piece of paper, and everything under his shoulders was compressed into a piece of paper, only his head was not affected.
His body hadn't adjusted yet, and he nearly fell.
Qin Sanqi frowned and pulled him up, "Why did you also melt into pieces?"
Zhang Fanyu quickly collected his emotions. He picked up the electric baton again. It took more strength to wrap it with paper hands, so he clenched it tightly.
He said calmly: "Without protecting the sleep testers, my body would be reduced to pieces of paper. Many people probably died outside, and the negative effects piled up and affected me."
He swung the head of the stick, and the body of the stick moved away in a flash, stabbing the butcher who was rushing up again.
"If another person dies between us, my whole body will be reduced to paper."
He quickly adapted to the current situation and calmly stated the most unfavorable situation for him.
Qin Sanqi paused, and the others heard the bad news, and at the same time accelerated their attacks.
But butchers can never be killed, and even more and more butchers poured in from all floors, all concentrated on the first floor.
Li Feichi has always been chatty, he couldn't bear it, and couldn't help howling: "Damn, this is a butcher's den, why are there more and more?"
"Does that broadcaster want us to protect people, or trick us to come here to kill..."
Luo Yanping kicked up the wall, and flew sideways to kick the black shadow that had formed into a ball. The long knife in his hand did not forget to cut off the heads.
She and the others were back to back, staring at the butcher who was about to surround him again.
Panting, he said, "It's not a question of whether there are too many butchers, it's that these ghosts can't be killed at all, and they can all return to normal after a while, and even Xiaoqiang doesn't have such tenacious vitality."
"Where's Xiang Ya? Is there anything wrong with her? I haven't seen you for so long."
Just as he finished speaking, Xiang Ya's voice sounded from the corner downstairs.
"You find the radio room, go in and hide!"
Several people looked at each other, with joy on their faces, Zhang Fanyu scanned the house numbers on both sides, pointed to the third room on the left, "That one!"
"At 303!" He shouted to inform Xiang Ya downstairs.
They quickly swept away the butchers stopped in front, and got into the broadcasting room.
A handsome boy lay face down on the table, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his chest was hollowed out, revealing the bloody inside.
Li Feichi blocked the door with his back turned and looked at the boy in astonishment.
"He is in a human state! Not two-dimensional!"
Outside the corridor, Jia Jia grabbed two huge gray plastic buckets with each hand, and the water in them slightly swayed out because of the high-speed running of the holder.
The light red liquid dripped sparsely on the ground, forming a trail.
The butchers heard the smell of the locker, and turned to attack Ya, but when their feet touched the reddish water, a huge pain burst from the soles of their feet.
The first ones screamed and backed up to the butchers who were swarming behind them.
A large black shadow fell into one piece.
Xiang Ya on Jia Jia's back grabbed the red plastic spoons, leaned forward to scoop up a spoonful of water each, and sprinkled them steadily on the butchers who were blocking the stairway.
The horrific howls of pain sounded one after another, as horrific as turning the third floor into a Shura hell.
Spoonful spoonful after spoonful over the sprouts, drenching them "evenly".
While showering, I thought about how I made these two barrels.
At that time, she painted the paint under the window at the end of the corridor on the first floor, next to the toilet. This painting was designed at the beginning of the millennium. The toilet still kept the waste water in a large vat of plastic buckets, and two red plastic spoons floated on the water. .
Xiang Ya stared at the remaining paint on her hand, soaked her fingers in a spoon filled with water without thinking twice, the paint was diluted quickly, she took the diluted water like this, and splashed the spoon out of the monster outside the window.
The screams sounded soon.
Xiang Ya also confirmed that even the diluted paint has the same effect.
...
Seeing this scene, Jia Jia felt relieved. Seeing that there was a small space around, she hurriedly let Xiang Ya get down, and held the edge of the big plastic bucket with one-third of the water in each hand, and lifted it up at the same time.
"Xiang Ya, move away."
Xiang Ya shrank to a corner, and saw Jia Jia rushing up to the third floor with water, one bucket fell on the ground, and the other bucket fell on the butchers who collapsed on the ground.
"Come up to make up the knife!" Jia Jia laughed sadly.
Xiang Ya understood, took out the fire-breathing gun, ran up, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly burst into flames.
I thought that the fire would burn slowly when it touched wet water, but didn’t expect these diluted paints to be like gasoline. When it touched the fire, the flames soared to a height of more than 2 meters, and the white ceiling was blackened.
Jia Jia took advantage of the butcher's wailing, and immediately protected Xiang Ya from passing through the side.
Xiang Ya quickly slammed on the door of 303, "It's me, Xiang Ya."
Li Feichi immediately opened the door and let the two of them in.
He glanced outside, and saw that the corridor was burned into a sea of flames, and the butchers who could not be killed before were burned to the ground after being covered in the flames.
The wailing sound continued one after another, and he felt chills when he heard it.
Li Feichi looked at Jia Jia in admiration, and when he noticed other people's gazes, Jia Jia bared his teeth and approached him to intimidate him.
And Xiang Ya's mind was attracted by the corpse in front of her, and she couldn't help walking forward.
Zhang Fanyu was standing next to the corpse, holding a diary and reading. Qin Sanqi leaned over and glanced at the multi-grid surveillance screen, with his fist resting on the table. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could feel that he was angry now.
"You are finally here." A male voice suddenly sounded in the narrow space.
Everyone looked at the dead body for the first time, but he obviously didn't move.
The sound appears out of thin air, it comes from all directions.
"You already know that I am A Zhi, I'm sorry, I can only talk to you in this way."
"My **** is dead, and I can talk to you because my flesh and blood have been integrated into the paintings I draw."
"The painting is me, and I am the painting. Part of my will can travel through all the rooms and monitor your every move."
A Zhi's voice softened: "But I can't stop the butcher from entering my painting, because in the dream, the fact that we were killed cannot be changed..."
Jia Jia's eyelids were lightly closed, and the resentment in her body increased.
Xiangya stepped back and stood silently beside her.
"The butcher can always enter my world, I can't stop it, so I can only hide, and then use me as bait."
A Zhi's voice stopped, and it took a long time to speak again, his voice gradually choked.
"I am willing to sacrifice my life tens of thousands of times for the hero in my painting, a peaceful one."
——But peace alone is already a luxury.
The author says:
A Zhi: Since the ending cannot be changed, let me be beaten and killed for you. Run away, run as far as possible, and don't look back.
(Alas, I originally thought I could finish the copy of this chapter, but it seems that the next chapter is coming, see you tomorrow~)