Chapter 9: .Anti-kill

Geng Qinghe almost knelt to her.
"This, this, this--" He found his voice with difficulty.
"Mopping the floor," Lin You didn't care. After speaking these two sentences, muddy water dripped from the cracks in the door. She pushed the mop and wiped it clean again. "Is there a problem?"
As soon as she raised her hand, she forcefully pulled down the lever that squeezed the sponge, and the turbid liquid once again entered the drain.
Geng Qinghe said that the problem is so big that the mentality of the outsider is going to explode? !
After a brief silence, the water ghost twisted the doorknob more crazily. Although the force looked a little smaller—maybe it was because some of the water was sucked away by the sponge—but thinking about it, you can imagine that it must kill people. The strength.
But she can't get in.
Dead or alive just can't get in, and they want to break through and get sanctioned by sponge.
The door panel was slammed and beaten again and again for two to three minutes. Geng Qinghe was terrified when he heard it, until the door slamming became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
This……
He waited for a while, but there was no more movement.
gone?
"Should be gone," Lin You turned the same thought, and she was about to lie on the cat's eye on the door of the guest room, "Let me see the situation outside."
"Eh wait, wait a minute."
Geng Qinghe grabbed her, "Aren't you afraid that as soon as you climb up, there will be an eye looking in from the outside?"
Lin You: "I was psychologically prepared."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
The big guy is really big guy! !
"I can't get in, what's so scary." She leaned against the door, listening to the movement outside, closing one eye and peeking out of the cat's eye--
There was no one outside.
The corridor was still brightly lit as when they came, and the light was still slightly dim.
Seeing her holding the doorknob in one hand, Geng Qinghe worried: "Will you open the door and kill when you go out now?"
With that heavy stride like dragging in the water, it is impossible to do something like leaning on the ceiling, but the cat's eyes can't see the situation on the left and right sides of the door. In case, just stay there and wait for the door to open...
Lin You glanced at him lightly, "Isn't that better?"
"..."
Miscalculated! Forget this job!
In Geng Qinghe's admiring eyes, Lin You twisted the door handle.
The previous actions should have weakened the water ghost's power a bit, but just in case, Lin You still held the mop in his hand and opened the door cautiously.
Facts have proved that they all think too much, and there is no shadow on the corridor.
It seems to be really gone.
Not to mention ghosts, Lin You squatted down
to observe the carpet, and twisted it with her fingertips. There was no water stain on the dark red fabric. If it weren't for the doorknob on the other side of the door that was only one step away from being broken, she would almost suspect that everything that had just happened was an illusion between the two.
The copper handle has long been severely deformed, and it still has two or three fingerprints, and it hangs precariously by the door.
It is estimated that it will be completely lost after a few more times.
Lin You thought to herself that this ghost might be mad, and this door lock can't get in even if the handle is turned off.
"Okay," she clapped her hands and stood up. "Go back and continue looking for clues. Didn't it mean that there are still two cabinets that haven't been turned over?"
The two cabinets happened to be one for one person. Lin You opened the upper and lower drawers one after another, and found nothing but a folding knife for sharpening pencils.
She tried to wave twice, feeling that the combat power was worrying, and then threw the knife back into the drawer angrily.
"Oh, I found it!" Geng Qinghe at the other end had discovered something new, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Here is a diary."
Diaries are usually important clues.
Lin You looked back with interest, "Huh? Where?"
"That's it." Geng Qinghe was very conscious, and directly stuffed the brown leather pamphlet into her hand, "it seems to be some scholar's note."
Stroking the cover wrapped in parchment paper, Lin You saw the words "So-and-so University, Eugene Melville" handwritten on it. From the brief notes on the first page, you can see that this man is a folklorist, but when you scroll down further, Lin You can't help frowning.
The large swathes of stains blackened the pages of the book, and she quickly turned over it, only six or seven pages could barely identify what was originally written.
【Sunny on February 5
Today, I arrived at the abandoned warehouse that Joe said on the phone, and he said it was left to him by his dead relative. He knew the research I was doing and told me that if I was interested, he could take it away.
Oh, God! I really found a good thing in the corner. If I didn’t guess wrong, the book—no, it’s too early to draw a conclusion. Take it back and take a closer look. 】
Intuition tells Lin You this book will be the point.
【Heavy rain on February 6
There was heavy rain on the road, and there was no alternative but to find a place to stay temporarily.
The Langton and his wife who run the hotel are very kind. They chatted with them very happily. They said that they would welcome me to stay here for two more days, and I agreed.
Mr. Langton was very interested in the book I brought and said he wanted to borrow it, but I could only refuse him regretfully. It was not a good thing. 】
【February 8
………………The book is gone. 】
The next thing was smeared with a large group of stains, Lin You skipped half of the book and found the diary nearly half a year later.
【July 26
They sacrificed too many people for the ceremony that was about to be carried out the day after tomorrow. I must be a ghost to agree to Langton's proposal...]
【August 2
Mrs. Langton suddenly realized what they had done and had a big fight with her husband for the first time so far.
They killed her before she could burn everything. 】
【August 7
she is back……
I heard the sound in the corridor getting closer and closer, closer and closer, she came back to find us revenge, but I]
The diary stopped here abruptly.
"Landon is the last name of the innkeeper? They are not pure murderers," she stayed on the last page for a long time, and Geng Qinghe, who had been watching carefully for a long time together, said with a bewildered face, "Killing those guests is for' Sacrifice'?"
"almost."
"This folklorist," Lin You knocked on the sheepskin pamphlet with his knuckles. "The book that was picked up from the abandoned warehouse of a friend's house may be a book recording some cult rituals. Looking at the diary, he knew it was dangerous, so at first Rejected the boss' request."
"But the boss stole the book."
Geng Qinghe thought: "...I don't know how to convince him yet and let him agree to perform this ceremony together."
"Eight became his research," Lin You snorted, "How rare is it to see the possibility of practice for many years of research? Just because they let them kill so many residents, this guy is not a good person."
The guests who were murdered because of a cult ceremony are too unlucky. According to the missing news, there are always more than twenty.
"Speaking of which, something must have happened in the past few days between July 26 and August 2."
She said: "After killing so many people, I don't think Mrs. Langton will wake up for no reason."
She had a hunch related to the specific content of the ceremony.
It is a pity that the pages that are suspected to be the date of the ceremony are also contaminated so that they can’t be seen clearly.
Lin You was meditating, and suddenly heard that Geng Qinghe, who was still going through the diary back and forth, hesitated and opened his mouth: "How come I look at the last paragraph, the more I feel that the last paragraph is so visual..."
"...!"
With a flash of thought, Lin You looked at the door again.
"This room," she murmured, "the folklorist used to live."
Lin You raised her eyes and looked at Geng Qinghe, "How did you say he died?"
Halfway through the handwriting, he interrupted in a hurry. It's not like he ran away before he finished writing. It was conceivable that he couldn't escape a cool word.
"He himself said it was revenge, and said,'She's back.'" Geng Qinghe put his chin on, "That must be the boss's wife who came back and claimed her life."
In this way, it seems that they were wrong at first. They thought it was the resentment of the victims that caused the haunting of the hotel, but the real beginning should be the conflict between the boss and his wife. The slain boss became a ghost after his death.
"and so--"
Lin You pointed to the door, "You are right about the'sensation of sight'. The one who was outside the door just now is probably Mrs. Langton."
The long hair in the water further confirmed this.
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Damn it.
"It wasn't us she came for, but someone who lived here before," she said. "Of course, it was the folklorist."
"I am afraid she has been repeating what she did back then. We are purely lying guns."
This this this-
A drowned female ghost wandered in the hotel every night and repeated her original act of revenge. The more Geng Qinghe thought about it, the more she felt that she was not very good.
"Then let's get out of this room quickly," he said bitterly. "It's too bad here. Maybe she will come back to see it later?"
"It's not good here, but it's not all the reason you said."
Lin You shook her head, "You forgot, one person died in this room."
The folklorist who was killed by the proprietress is still here.
The moment she realized the meaning of her words, and then heard a small noise from behind, Geng Qinghe's entire back was numb.
He looked back inch by inch.
Both of them stood with their backs to the side of the bed, and at this moment, the quilt that had been flatly covering the bed was bulging around the center point.
With this agitation, the outline of a human figure gradually appeared under the quilt. The thing slowly raised its head, as if feeling something, tilted its head in their direction and crawled towards the bed.
The room was so quiet that there was only the rustling of the quilt rubbing against the sheets.
Geng Qinghe only felt that his hairs were standing upside down, just as the string of reason was about to break, he was about to pull the teammate next to him to grab the door and flee a second -
"Look, there are a lot of services in place, and the intelligence source is automatically sent to the door." Lin You smiled with satisfaction and geared up, "Come, do it."
Geng Qinghe: "………………"
Geng Qinghe: "??????"