Chapter 1108

Room 1108. Dan Fei from the Voodoo Black Magic Troupe held a yellow sticky note that floated slowly from mid-air.

The handwriting on the note was illegible, but the words [Don't leave me] could vaguely be made out.

Don't leave what?

Don't leave the room? Or leave the chair?

Dan Fei's thoughts were interrupted by a tapping sound from the floor.

Tapping from downstairs, [Brother.]

Dan Fei replied, [I'm here.]

[The light, went out.]

Dan Fei replied, [Flashlight.]

[Flashlight, cannot, use.]

Dan Fei was silent for a moment.

The players had checked before, and the hotel's electrical system was intact.

And before they separated, they told each other that after entering their rooms, they should check and search everything first.

Did Cafe's room suddenly have its circuits burn out? Was it because it was curfew time that the flashlight couldn't be used?

But, was there really such a coincidence?

When the players were searching the first and second floors, they confirmed that the materials of the Dolphin Hotel rooms could not conduct energy, and the sound insulation effect was extremely strong.

Even if the sound system playing rock music downstairs was turned to the maximum volume, the upstairs, downstairs, or adjacent rooms could not hear any sound.

Why was it such a coincidence?

He and Cafe had such a recessed area in their rooms that could transmit information by tapping the ground.

And this area was just covered by a blanket, so he couldn't find it right away.

Cafe said he found the ceiling to be very thin. Why did he only tell him by tapping a few minutes before curfew?

Was it possible... that this sound was created by an abnormal existence in the hotel?

It was to disguise itself as Cafe, deceive him,

And make him violate the hotel accommodation guide and the contents of the sticky note, leave this room, and then be killed by the abnormality.

Dan Fei only felt a thousand thoughts in his mind, a mess.

The obsidian tomahawk handle in his hand was raised, then lowered,

Not knowing how to respond.

[Something, is coming over.]

After a long silence, the tapping sound came again.

This time the sound was louder than before, and the gravel in the recessed pit on the ground was shaken up a certain height.

It was as if to illustrate Cafe's panic at this time.

Dan Fei could almost imagine it in his mind.

In the dark and lightless room downstairs, his younger brother was bowing his body, holding a spear, vigilantly looking around, while desperately sending information to him with the spear.

Should he go?

Should he leave?

Should he violate the rules, for a possibility, to rescue the existence that may or may not be his brother, even if the price may be death.

Dan Fei's mind was in a battle between heaven and man, and the fingers holding the pale yellow sticky note trembled slightly.

In room 1108, everything was peaceful as before.

But the sticky note in his hand was so heavy that it made it hard for him to breathe.

After a long time, the tapping sound came again.

[He's eating me.]

[My foot, is broken.]

[That thing, temporarily, left.]

[I'm, bleeding.]

Wave after wave of tapping sounds was like a giant hammer, shaking Dan Fei's heart.

His brother lived in room 1008 downstairs.

Just half an hour ago, they had just met, and they had assured each other before parting that they must live this time.

Live...

Dan Fei couldn't help but flash a smile from his brother's face.

Cafe was strong and sturdy, with a rough appearance, silent, and not good at talking.

Even the former gang leaders thought he was a born cold-blooded thug.

But only Dan Fei knew that Cafe's rough exterior hid a sensitive and soft heart—he wanted to be a sculpture artist, in New York, in Los Angeles, in San Francisco, with his own studio.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, he talked eloquently under the spotlight to art lovers who came to appreciate the exhibition, telling them the source of his inspiration.

Dan Fei didn't understand art. He only knew how to use blood and violence to earn tomorrow's breakfast money for his family.

But he knew that his brother's dream was good. He tried to climb up, tried to make himself indifferent and cold-blooded, and unapproachable, just so that his brother's hands, which should have been a sculptor's, would not be stained with more blood.

If I have to get my hands dirty in order to live, then let me get my hands dirty.

That's what Dan Fei thought, and that's what he did.

[Brother.]

[That thing, is coming again.]

[I'm almost, unable to hold on.]

The tapping sound became weak and declining.

Dan Fei silently clenched the obsidian axe handle in his hand and knocked heavily.

Do not engage in activities outside the guest room between 00:11 and 07:07...

Let me say it again, I hate hotels.

Dan Fei crumpled the yellow sticky note in his hand and clenched it tightly. The sweat from his palm made the sticky note sticky.

He tapped his toes on the ground, pushed open the door, and before he could rush out of the room, the obsidian tomahawk in his hand had already drawn a semi-circular trajectory.

If something was waiting at the door, it would inevitably be cut in two by him at this time.

Whoosh—

The sound of breaking through the air flashed past.

Nothing was hit. To be precise, there was nothing in the corridor on the eleventh floor.

Only the clock at the end of the corridor pointing to 00:20 was announcing the arrival of curfew time.

"..."

The silent Dan Fei closed the door casually, and his fingers inadvertently drew a black trajectory on the door that faded quickly—if something broke into the door after he left, then he would be able to discover it when he returned.

He didn't choose to take the elevator. The elevator was too slow, and the closed space had no room to move around—

It wasn't 01:11 yet, and the elevator hadn't entered safety mode. Even if he entered the elevator, he couldn't guarantee his safety.

He also didn't choose to seek help. In the mission of the killing game, it was already quite difficult for a lone wolf player to take care of himself.

To reach out to other players he had never met before, at the risk of his life, was simply a fantasy.

What's more, this was a strange type of script...

Some things were even more terrifying than death.

Dan Fei stepped on the ground with his feet, and his figure rushed into the stairwell like a black lightning bolt.

He continuously stepped on the walls of the stairwell, rushing down a floor between rabbit rises and falcon falls.

Here, was the floor where Cafe was located.

Dan Fei slapped open the door of the stairwell with one palm, and his thin figure appeared in the long and narrow corridor on the tenth floor.

At the end of the corridor, stood two figures.

Standing on the left was an extremely tall old woman.

She was wearing a deep blood-colored robe, staring straight at Dan Fei in the corridor.

Her left hand was carrying a wooden basket, and her right hand was waving at Dan Fei, as if to say hello or goodbye.

The skin on the back of her hand, which was exposed outside the robe, was full of deep wrinkles like ravines.

Dan Fei only felt his scalp tingle and almost explode.

The old woman in the red robe waved to him and laughed silently.

The corners of her mouth, which were raised high, almost reached her ears, and in her white teeth, she was chewing a piece of bloody, skin-covered meat.

And beside the old woman was a huge black figure.

That figure was wearing a tattered black robe, wearing a hood, and could not see the specific face.

It had no feet, and was just suspended in mid-air.

Letting the blood flow continuously from under the black robe.

This black-robed figure was also raising its hands high, waving to Dan Fei,

But the feeling he gave Dan Fei was not as terrifying and oppressive as the old woman in the red robe.

What... what exactly is this...

Dan Fei only felt the rotation speed of his brain constantly slowing down. He stood there blankly, with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

A kind of impulse arose in his heart out of thin air to rush forward and hack the terrifying old woman to death with the obsidian tomahawk in his hand.

But doing so was too dangerous, and he had more important things to do.

His brother was still in danger and needed him to rescue him.

Dan Fei used his skills to create momentum around his body, opening up a path in the terrifying and powerful aura of the old woman in red.

He took difficult steps, step by step, braving the old woman's strange gaze, and walked towards room 1008, placing his hand on the doorknob of the room.

It was strange to say that the moment his palm was placed on the doorknob and the door of room 1008 was opened.

The old woman's aura also dissipated.

She chewed the piece of meat in her mouth with satisfaction, opened her mouth, and sucked her pale fingers covered in blood.

And the huge black shadow beside her also inexplicably stopped waving her hand and floated sluggishly.

They did not stop Dan Fei's behavior.

Unease spread in Dan Fei's heart, but nothing could affect his determination to rescue his brother.

He pushed the door open and entered. The room was dark and dim.

With the help of the light from the corridor, he could see that it was a mess inside, with fighting and bloody traces everywhere.

On the ceiling in the middle of the living room, there was a clear and new recessed pit, with white wall dust scattered below.

It was as if someone had just been poking the ceiling with something.

Dan Fei's breathing stagnated. His brother was in this room before, and now he has disappeared.

On the window at the end of the room, there was a yellow sticky note of the same size, with crooked handwriting on it.

Anxiety reached its peak at this moment. Dan Fei stepped over the messy ruins, came to the window, and took off the sticky note.

The content on it was as follows.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance to say goodbye."

His heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

Dan Fei rushed out of the room like crazy and came to the corridor.

At the end of that corridor, the old woman in red and the huge black-robed figure had disappeared.