Chapter 551: Chapter 479: Peeping
"Rustle rustle rustle..."
A thin, small figure sneaked out from behind the door, first standing at the doorway for ten seconds to make sure there was no one around before tiptoeing toward the room where Che Xuexiang was staying, putting his ear to the door to eavesdrop.
What he didn’t know at the moment was that on the other side of the corridor, another figure was slowly approaching him.
By the time he noticed the footsteps, it was too late. Before he could react, a pair of iron vice-like hands had caught him, spun him around, and Lian Jinsun, who had come up via another safety passage, was now staring at him coldly, "Who are you?"
The skinny, small man was terrified. He instinctively wanted to scream for help, but Lian Jinsun didn’t give him the chance. Covering the man’s mouth with one hand and dragging him with the other, he pulled him into the room, whose door was half-open.
After a quick check inside where only the man lived, Lian Jinsun tied the man back to a chair. He then went to the corridor to listen for any noise. Detecting nothing unusual, he locked the door and returned to the room, sitting in front of the man.
Upon entering the room, Lian Jinsun had smelled a pungent odor, and on the table, he found aluminum foil and a small amount of white powder. Along with the man’s frail build and sickly face, Lian Jinsun was certain the man was a drug addict.
"We do not know each other, so why were you eavesdropping at the door?" Lian Jinsun stared at the man and asked.
Despite being terrified, the man clenched his teeth and remained silent. Lian Jinsun knew that conventional interrogation techniques were useless with this sort of individual. Without wasting words, he blew lightly on the small pile of white powder on the table, scattering much of it. This scene was more painful for the man to watch than if he had been killed, and he began to struggle violently, his eyes blood-red, "You bastard, what are you doing? Stop it, stop it now!!"
"Aren’t you talking yet?" Lian Jinsun laughed, stood up, and picked up the white powder wrapped in aluminum foil, "I’m going to flush these down the toilet."
"No, no! Give them back to me, please, give them back!!" The man wept bitterly, pleading desperately, "I’ll do whatever you say!"
Lian Jinsun sat back down, cutting to the chase, "Who asked you to monitor me?"
"It was... Mr. Wolf, he gave me these powders. He asked me to move in here, keep a close watch on your room, and report everything to him." The man spilled everything in just a few words.
"When did you move in?"
"Just... just this morning," said the man, dejectedly.
With the man’s description of Mr. Wolf, Lian Jinsun was certain that this Mr. Wolf was the Mongolian man who had been causing trouble at their hotel several times.
"How do you contact each other?" Lian Jinsun pressed.
"By... by mobile phone. Mr. Wolf gave me a phone, it’s... it’s in my pocket, right side of my jacket," the man moved slightly to indicate.
Quickly, Lian Jinsun found a mobile phone in the man’s jacket pocket. The phone only had one number saved under the contact name Mr. Wolf.
Seeing this, Lian Jinsun smiled satisfied. He suddenly had a new idea, and took the phone. He showed no intention of untying the drug addict. Instead, he patted the man on the shoulder, saying with a smile, "Good brother, this place is not bad; I’ll stay here tonight."
"What?!"
...
The night deepened, and Yang Xiao lay on the bed in his room, his hands clasped behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Tonight it wasn’t his turn, Monk Wukong was guarding the villa. Just before they parted at the entrance of the villa, Monk Wukong had commented with a smile that the street-side buns tasted average and suggested Yang Xiao take him somewhere else to eat tomorrow.
This monk didn’t seem like he was here to complete a dire task; he appeared to be on vacation, handling everything with such ease. Furthermore, today, three had entered, and one had died; the monk seemed quite certain he wouldn’t be the one to die.
Picking up the mobile phone beside his pillow, Yang Xiao took a deep breath. He could now be certain that there was something wrong with this phone, otherwise, Sha Meihui wouldn’t have emphasized repeatedly to make a call.
The problem now was that all three people who had stayed in the haunted house overnight had made calls, yet only one person had died. What taboo had this person violated?
He was almost certain that the monk had discovered this taboo, but he wasn’t willing to speak, and Yang Xiao didn’t want to resort to violence to force him to talk.
If it came down to a fight, he wasn’t sure he could handle this handsome monk, who was too deep and complicated to consider an enemy.
Strangely, he didn’t feel any malice from the monk, who intentionally switched his phone that first night, at least from the outcome, he had been safe.
"I hope I can still invite him for breakfast tomorrow..."
...
Unlike Yang Xiao’s calmness, Wen Chongxian, who stayed in the haunted room 9018 of the hotel, was completely panicking as he stared at the phone on the table, nearly breaking down.
For some reason, the phone wouldn’t turn on.
He did have a spare one, which was left by Yu Dagui after he died the first night, but the damned Yu Dagui had set a password.
Unable to crack the password, he couldn’t use the phone, let alone call "Fei Rou" to check in, which was crucial!
Thinking about the menacing look of those men, Wen Chongxian’s legs were shaking, not to mention if he didn’t make the call tonight, that ghost... that ghost might come to kill him!
He wanted to leave the room and ask for help at the hotel’s front desk, but he was too afraid to leave. After all, on the second night, A Qiang had left his room and ended up dead. He was the only one among the three to leave the room that night, which could very well have been how the ghost chose its victim.
Suddenly, Wen Chongxian remembered there was a landline in the room. He could call the hotel staff for help, but when he frantically picked up the phone, he realized there was no sound from the receiver and the power indicator light was off, the landline had long been broken.
With a "clatter," the receiver fell to the floor, and Wen Chongxian collapsed powerlessly on the bed, his face full of despair.
...
Standing by the window, Wen Chongxian stared out, knowing tonight was destined to be sleepless.
He found the man annoying and locked him in another small room. Not long ago, he had the man send a message to Mr. Wolf as agreed, reporting that a middle-aged man was staying in the haunted room tonight, and at around 10 and 11, he had used his phone to call "Fei Rou," informing her that he was staying in the haunted room and that everything was normal for now.
Whether or not the ghost would appear in the rented room tonight, he planned to use Che Xuexiang as his scapegoat. If she was lucky enough not to die tonight, that would be great; he could use her again tomorrow night.
Time ticked by, second by second, and Lian Jinsun subconsciously glanced at the wall clock. It was now 11:57 PM.
Watching the slender red second hand tick, Lian Jinsun suddenly felt a surge of intense unease.
It felt like something terrifying was about to happen.
He instinctively held his breath, a completely subconscious reaction, but the next second, Lian Jinsun’s pupils suddenly constricted.
"Tap."
He heard the sound of a heel hitting the floor, as if coming from the end of the hallway. The sound was soft and somewhat muffled.
"Tap."
"Tap."
"Tap."
Lian Jinsun clearly heard it now, his face suddenly changed, and his body shook unnaturally. It was the sound of high heels, and... and it was approaching him.
He forced himself to calm down, reassuring himself that the ghost was here for Che Xuexiang, but soon, his last sliver of hope was shattered as the high heels passed directly by the haunted room where Che Xuexiang was and finally stopped in front of his door.
