Chapter 320: Raiders Mr. Amnesia

Liu Han walked to the scenery and looked around, "Shengguang, don't scare me, you are the only one here. Who are you talking to?"
"That's..." Scenery blinked, and the outstretched hand stopped in the air. Regrettably, An Yi disappeared quickly as if she had disappeared last time.
There was a chill in Liu Han's heart, "Scenery, don't scare me, you know I'm timid, this house is a bit evil, don't you run into anything unclean."
The scenery did not immediately answer. She reviewed the story of the world again and found that there was no mention of ghosts and ghosts throughout the article. This calmed her panic after Liu Han's words. She was sure to pat it. Liu Han's shoulder, "Sister Han Han, don't worry, this is a scientific world, and there won't be such things as ghosts."
"There are so many unsolved mysteries in the world, how can you guarantee that there will be no ghosts in this world?"
Because she opened the perspective of God.
The old of scenery said: "If you are not at ease, you can go to some Taoist temple to ask for Taoism to keep you safe."
"Yes, why didn't I think of this!" Liu Han excitedly patted the head of the scenery, "Qiu Liang is a dead brain, no matter what I say, he won't change places to shoot. Tomorrow I have time, I have to ask for a few symbols Come, scenery, you will stay in the hotel obediently tomorrow, and you are not allowed to go anywhere when there is no one to accompany you. I will talk to you when I come back with Dao Fu."
The scenery is perfunctory, "Good, good, I know."
The next day was a good weather, because there was no need to shoot, and the shooting equipment took a day to be shipped. The whole crew was equivalent to a day off. Many people chose to go out of the hotel to play in the ancient town. The scenery also wanted to go, but she Keeping in mind Liu Han's words, she can't leave the hotel, so she stays in the room and plays with her mobile phone.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the phone in the room rang and it was from the front desk.
"Miss Xia." Unexpectedly, the voice over there was a low but nice male voice, with a hint of hoarse, but very magnetic. "The front desk received a courier, indicating that Miss Xia needs to sign for it. ."
"Express? Did you say what it is?"
"It seems to be something sent by Miss Xia's parents."
"Okay, I'll be down soon." Feng Guang hung up the phone and opened the room to go out. The security measures in this hotel are very good, which is why Liu Han feels relieved to stay here.
The relationship between Fengjing's parents is not good, but the two of them also wanted to make up for the relationship, so they went to a desert island for a second honeymoon. Why did they go to the desert island?
According to her mother, it is because it is easier to cultivate feelings under the difficult conditions of the desert island, but the scenery begs them not to feed the fish.
Maybe what they sent should be a souvenir?
Scenery stood at the elevator door. It didn't take long for the elevator to come up. The elevator door opened. She saw a man in black clothes inside. His figure was thin and his hoodie hat covered his upper half. On the face, only his slightly pale jaw and bloodless thin lips can be seen, and the whole person is trapped in a gloomy breath.
After a long time, the scenery did not enter.
The man asked in a low voice, "Don't you come in?"
"I still... I'd better take the stairs to exercise..." Scenery grinned reluctantly, stiffening and walking back.
She did not dare to look back, even though she had a strange instinct, the man was still behind her, and when she reached the corner of the stairs, her steps stopped.
The man in black was standing on the stairs, but no matter which method he used, he could not suddenly appear in front of her.
The man smiled, a hint of tenderness overflowing from the corners of his lips, but the atmosphere was even more treacherous, "Where is the scenery going? Why, I'll take you away, okay?"
She suppressed the fear in her heart and said with a cold face: "Who are you?"
"I..." The man whispered like a lover's conversation. After a short pause, he lowered his voice and slowly said, "It's your Mr. A."