"What?" I looked back at him.

Shi Fatzi also came back to his senses, pursed his thick lips, and whispered:

"Didn't the fat girl in the restaurant say that she and her grandfather have been here? She didn't say, is the second floor a restaurant? What's going on here...... Tsk, I could see that the fat girl was not authentic, but I couldn't figure it out, what good did she do to her? ”

I looked at him for a while, swept my eyelids down, and then raised my eyes to stare at him, and said in the same suppressed voice:

"You just say the proprietress of the restaurant, don't mention 'fat', compared to you, whoever is a model!"

"Poof......" Sang Lan glanced the fat man up and down, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Shi Fatzi was so angry that he rolled his eyes, but he didn't dare to slap me again, raised his hand and scratched his chin, looked at me and said:

"Don't have any, let's just talk about what's in front of us. Take that fat ...... The proprietress of the restaurant said that this second floor should be a restaurant. Now you see it, it's like a restaurant? Why do I think that if that fat has one truth, it is - this is a haunted building?! ”

As he spoke, he picked up the flask hanging from his waist, bit the cap, and poured it violently, as if to numb himself with alcohol, so as to strengthen his courage.

Seeing the broken spirit mark with the flying dragon's blood pattern on his forehead revealed under the effect of the spirits, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, I couldn't help but frown.

"Drink less! Even if the demon-slaying pestle you wear is real, the tantric magic weapon can't keep the drunk! ”

Fat Shi put down the wine jug, wiped his mouth, and stared at me with slightly red eyes:

"My demon pestle is a real thing. Besides, even if Tantra can't protect me, wouldn't there still be you? Hehe, Jia Yin can say, you are not an ordinary person, you are a forensic doctor, or a big, yin, and a sloppy! ”

Listening to his speech, he was a little slurred, and I was even more straightforward.

The Di family's old mansion and my party brought back the Hundred Ghost Spectrum.

Now that I think about it, if I had a choice, I would definitely choose to bring back a volume of 'Hundred Scholars'.

Why the hell are there all kinds of people......

Sang Lan looked around again, leaned next to me and whispered:

"It's a strange place, I can't see any ghosts, but I can feel it, there's a lot of dead air here."

I nodded, the truth was that I had already felt something special through my five senses without the help of her special sense of touch.

It's hard to describe the breath, it's like the first time I entered the school's general body warehouse (the storeroom where the corpses are kept) and like a kind of death that I have felt in the past.

However, I can't describe how strange this intuition is that is somewhere in between, but not in between.

The fact is that in the roadside restaurant, the last story about the haunting of Sanyi Garden told by the fat proprietress has been deeply rooted in my mind.

Aside from the fact that she and her man's purpose for entering the abandoned hotel was 'debatable', there was not a single loophole.

The proprietress said that she and her man had gone up to the second floor, and that they had seen two 'ghosts', a man and a woman, on the second floor.

The proprietress may not have any culture, but when she narrates the subtle scenes, the fear that is revealed from the inside out is impossible to fake.

According to what she said, the second floor of the Sanyi Garden Hotel is the restaurant.

Except for one side of the front door and window, the other three sides are private rooms and only two or three small rooms that can be used for other purposes.

However, as far as we can see now, what kind of restaurant is on this second floor?

There are no tables, chairs, benches, or restaurants......

Standing at the top of the stairs, looking around, it is just a straight room, like a jungle tree, standing abruptly between the floor and the ceiling!

"Hey!" Shi Fatzi held his breath and looked around again, carried me on his shoulder, and said in a weak voice: "I'm sure this is not a restaurant...... You...... Look, what do you think this place looks like? ”

Without waiting for me to answer, he leaned back to me, almost in my ear, and said, "Don't think I'm talking too much, and don't say I'm scaring you." How do I feel ...... Felt ......"

"Shut up!" I covered his meaty mouth.

This dead fat man doesn't have much use in his stomach, but he is rich in association.

If I had to let him continue, I wouldn't have been here any longer. What's more, there is a new fragrant boy Sang Lan next to him!

I glared at Shi Fatzi fiercely, slowly let go of him, and turned my head to look at the 'house jungle' on this level......

"This isn't a restaurant at all, this is a graveyard!"

"Holy!"

I took precautions slowly, but Shi Fatzi still spewed out this sentence that could provoke people's nerves before I let go.

The area of the second floor is almost the same as the first floor, and the first floor is completely occupied by the hotel front desk, coffee bar and other rest areas, utility rooms and kitchens.

However, standing at the staircase on the second floor, as far as the eye can see, there are small straight-shaped rooms, layered on top of each other.

The rooms are arranged horizontally, but from a vertical angle, they are all staggered......

Actually, the first time I went up to the second floor, I could see that this was a 'private room'......

If you plant pines and cypresses before and after each so-called 'private room'......

It's just as fucking as the other side of the city, like a cemetery!

"Uh-huh......"

Fat Shi pushed away my hand that was covering his foul mouth again.

I looked at Sang Lan anxiously.

Sang Lan seemed to be frightened, but fortunately he hadn't thrown the little pillar in his arms out as Pikachu.

Her face was also extremely pale, stared at me for a while, and shook her head: "I...... I can't really see any ghosts here, but...... But it's cold, really cold......"

Cold......

I don't know how many times I've thrown away Shi Fatzi, and I can't wait to throw him to the country of Claw.

I hurriedly took off my coat and stepped forward to drape it over Sang Lan's shoulders. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Sang Lan looked at me directly for a while with her usual eyes, bit her lip, shook her head, and frowned again: "I'm not afraid, but you have to calm down first." Brother, I know that you are doing so much to save Brother Bing, but some things are really not as simple as you and I think. ”

"Hmmm......"

"Brother!" Sang Lan tugged at the coat I had draped over her, gritted her teeth, simply turned her head, and stared at me with that straight look, but lowered her voice and said, "Don't blame that dead fat man, he's right...... No, he was right, this is not a building...... I don't know why I can't see something, but I can feel that it's definitely not ground...... In other words, this is not a sun room at all, it is not a hotel. ”

Speaking of this, Sang Lan pursed her lips again, suddenly stepped forward to hug me, leaned her head on my shoulder, and said softly: "This is not the second floor, this is a cemetery. ”