Darkness enveloped the gloomy and deathly silent hotel. The deep corridors and tightly shut doors added to the horror of the place.
On the walls and carpets, suspicious dark black marks could be seen at any time.
"Hoo!"
The smoking man tiptoed and moved briskly along the corridor.
The atmosphere of this kind of ghost movie scene would not affect him.
Whether it was his heartbeat, breathing, or movements, they were all adjusted to the best state when he stepped into the hotel.
At this time, he was like a shadow in the night, silent and difficult to catch.
Missions … meant a lot of rewards.
Especially a mission like this, as long as he completed it, he would become the focus of attention, which was even more attractive.
It was just to find Lucy and then coerce her. It wasn't too difficult …
As long as he wasn't discovered.
"Even Da Dao's unscrupulous appearance was not discovered. I'm good at hiding, so I definitely won't be discovered. No problem. "
The smoking man thought in his heart.
As he quickly passed through the corridor, his attention was always highly focused.
He gently pressed against the door, and then used his hearing, which had been magnified several times, to detect if there was anyone inside.
Even if there was only one person breathing in the room, he could clearly hear it.
Creak —
A sudden soft sound came from behind him, and the smoking man was almost scared out of his wits.
He almost subconsciously pressed against the wall, and then squinted in the direction of the sound.
"What … Was it blown by the wind?"
He slowly leaned against the wall, and then jumped to the door with his gun.
No one …
The window was open, and a layer of white gauze was swaying in the wind.
"Scared me …"
The smoking man had just wiped his cold sweat when he suddenly realized something.
This door was so heavy, how could the wind blow it open …
Brush!
Cold sweat immediately came out of the smoking man's back. He stared at the door and suddenly noticed that there were five scratches on the side of the door.
There were deep white marks, and there seemed to be a trace of blood …
"What is this? Bloody handprints? "The smoking man became nervous for a moment.
"Uh, no, isn't this fresh sawdust? Could it be a zombie? That's impossible, how could a zombie sneak in with the guards? "
The smoking man looked inside nervously. With a roll, he appeared in the house with a gun.
An empty bed, an empty bathroom …
There was nothing in the room.
Suddenly, the smoking man turned his gaze to the window.
"The door was just opened, the scratch marks were just left, and there's no one in the room, so …"
The smoking man slowly walked to the window with his gun and quickly explored the corner by the window.
Finally, he turned his gaze to the open window and slowly approached it.
Suddenly, the smoking man jumped up and covered the back of his neck. "What the hell!"
The moment he turned around, he felt as if a gust of cold air suddenly blew on the back of his neck, and he felt as if a hand had reached out and patted the back of his head.
It felt too real, not like an illusion at all.
But the house was still empty …
"Haunted? Hahaha … How is this possible? There must be zombies, but how could there be ghosts … "
The smoking man slowly retreated to the window …
What he didn't realize was that in the darkness, a silver thread had already reached his heel …
"Bang!"
He fell heavily on the edge of the bed, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his head. His vision turned black, and he almost fainted.
"What's going on!"
The smoking man quickly grabbed the gun, rolled on the ground, turned around, and aimed at the window.
"Phew ~"
Except for the cold wind that passed through, there was nothing at all …
Even when he dared to poke his head out, he saw nothing.
"What the hell!"
The smoking man cursed in his heart, but his forehead and palms were already covered with cold sweat.
"Damn, what the hell is going on!"
The smoking man ran out of the room in a panic, then took two deep breaths to calm himself down.
After all, he was a veteran. Although what happened just now was really strange, he still restrained the urge to escape from here immediately.
"Yuan Yuan is also here, and the mission hasn't started yet …"
He clenched the gun and felt a little more at ease.
As long as he had a gun in his hand, he felt much calmer.
"However, I still have to consider the possibility of being discovered. That Yin Jie didn't even tell me where he was. Obviously, he was worried that if I was caught, it would cause the plan to completely fail … Damn, that Yuan Yuan still hasn't come! "
The smoking man walked slowly along the corridor. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him.
He pulled the trigger almost without thinking, but the bullet hit the wall and missed.
Although it was silenced, there was still a slight sound echoing in the corridor.
"Who is it!"
The smoking man leaned over nervously. The dark staircase was so dark that he couldn't even see his fingers, as if something was lurking in the darkness.
He immediately focused all his psychic ability on his eyes, and his vision instantly improved a lot.
Even in this kind of darkness, he could roughly see what was going on …
"Could it be that spiritual-type psychic? If what happened just now was all his doing … Oh right, spiritual-type psychics are all trash in close combat, but I have a gun! "
The smoking man was relieved, "Pretending to be mysterious, it's a sign of insufficient strength …"
After entering the stairs, the smoking man's mind had calmed down a lot.
As he walked up the stairs, a woman's chuckle suddenly floated behind him.
It was very short, but very clear!
It was as if the other party had suddenly appeared behind him and then disappeared.
He quickly turned around and aimed his gun at the corridor behind him.
The corridor was empty, and there was nothing …
The smoking man quickly turned back to the stairs. However, the moment he turned his head, a shadow that looked like something from an old TV suddenly appeared above the stairs.
The shadow was lying on the ground, as if it had arthritis all over its body. Accompanied by a "kacha kacha" sound, it slowly crawled towards him.
It seemed to be moving very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of him and changed its posture at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Just now, it was still lying on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, it was already standing in front of him with its head tilted.
Long black hair, blood-red zombie-like eyes, it looked like a kaleidoscope …
"Ah!"
The smoking man let out a short cry and almost subconsciously pulled the trigger of his pistol.
The bullet hit the railing, making a crisp sound …
In front of the smoking man, the figure had disappeared without a sound.
There was no one in the entire stairwell … Only the front and back stairs led to the dark upper and lower floors …
The smoking man was sweating profusely and quickly leaned against the wall.
"Illusion? No, I'm not a psychic who can create illusions! But what's with the arthritis patient just now? Isn't that a typical female ghost? Once she dies, she'll be haunted by resentment and end up suffering from arthritis, the standard image of a female ghost … "
He slowly leaned against the wall and retreated to the stairs, "No, no, no, as a firm materialist, I will never be afraid …"
"Clang!"
Out of nowhere, a force suddenly came and snatched the gun in his hand.
Losing his weapon, the smoking man was shocked.
But before he could move, a figure had already appeared in front of him.
It was a neatly dressed little girl, except for her pale face …
"Ah!"
With a scream that changed tone and even dragged out, the smoking man instinctively wanted to use his grappling technique.
But soon he remembered, isn't this the one in Ling Mo's group?
Sure enough, it's just a trick!
The smoking man sneered and was about to make a move …
But at this moment, a red light suddenly flashed on the little girl's neck.
At the same time, the little girl with her eyes closed asked in a clear voice, "Uncle, uncle, do you see my eyes?"
Countless silver threads suddenly drilled out of her body, and they seemed to be faintly glowing in the darkness …
"Eyes … Aren't they hanging on your neck! Where did you get these silk threads? Why are they entangled in uncle's hands and feet! "
The smoking man roared in his heart, but his body couldn't move at all.
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