With a crisp sound, it was like Pikachu launching a flash technique, and the dark hall was instantly illuminated.

Qing Ran turned around safely.

The space in the hall is not very large, it is about ten square meters.

On the left is the counter. There are no objects on the counter, only a layer of wall dust that fell during decoration.

Opposite the counter is a rectangular coffee table.

A large piece of transparent plastic bag is covered with a coffee table, and under the plastic bag are various snacks piled on the coffee table.

The ones in the red bag are delicious, the ones in the yellow bag are called squid tempura, and the ones in the green bag are...

In short, it's all something that makes people feel very appetizing.

Before coming, Mr. Matsumoto also mentioned that the hotel's snacks and drinks can be enjoyed at will during work.

Qing Anran touched his somewhat shriveled belly and smiled a little.

"Indeed, as a sleeping tester, it is also necessary to check the quality of food and beverages in the hotel."

"Let's just eat something bad..."

“It tastes really good!”

With a few delicious food, Qing Anran quickly filled her stomach.

Sitting contentedly on the sofa in front of the coffee table and continuing to work.

First of all, it is the experience of the lobby facilities.

The sofa under my body is brand new, and the plastic film has not been uncovered.

Qing Anran's white palms swept across the surface of the sofa.

It was quickly judged that this was a knitted fabric sofa with good texture and artistic atmosphere.

The only thing is, using this kind of sofa is too afraid of being dirty, right?

Qing Anran was complaining, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by the imperial concubine's sofa next to her.

Not that there is anything special about this sofa.

But the few pieces of paper posted on it are a bit strange.

"What's this?"

In Qing Anran's hand, there were several pages of yellowed paper, with holes on the top, and tied them together with a small piece of hemp rope.

There are many red lines outlining on the yellow paper.

It seems like the words written or the patterns drawn.

"Is this... a spell talisman?"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Matsumoto still believed in these things."

Qing Anran still has some understanding of the talisman.

This is not seen from the animation, but obtained from the memory of the original owner of this body.

He was not originally a person in this world, but was reborn here two years ago.

Unfortunately, his luck was not as good as those written in rebirths.

When I woke up, I neither got the golden finger nor saw any system.

It was just simple, and he took over the body of this Tokyo otaku who lived alone for seven years and finally hanged himself.

From his memory, we can see some scattered fragments.

For example, he had suffered a major blow before, and some people promised to send him living expenses every month, and the family seemed to have some connection with sacrifices and other things, etc.

However, Qing Anran is not interested in these things.

After finally reborn, he neither wanted to continue to lose weight in comics and magazines nor to delve into those cumbersome family relationships.

Just want to find a job.

Then, earn him one hundred million first!

...

"I miss it~"

Qing Anran mocked himself and casually pasted the yellow paper back.

Then, locked the door of the hall and turned around and walked towards the second floor.

However, just as he went upstairs, the yellow papers on the sofa actually raised their heads like villains.

He put his hands up and quickly untied the hemp rope on the top of their heads and abandoned them aside.

They looked around and made rustling murmurs.

Every time a word is said, a long list of golden characters will emerge from the body. Then, these characters will gradually become dark and evil, and will be entangled towards the other person's body.

That's it, you say one by one and one by one.

Black characters are constantly transforming.

These characters are like ghost soldiers from the underworld, exuding bone-broken death aura around them.

Soon, the entire hall was swallowed up in this mysterious atmosphere.

It was not until every paper man had more than ten such black characters wrapped around his body that they stopped.

Immediately afterwards, these characters and death breath began to be trapped into their bodies.

During their devouring process, their bodies also change.

Gradually expanding and gradually dimming.

Until the end, several paper people exploded one after another like balloons, turning into star powder.

The star fans did not land, but quickly converged towards the second floor.

Climb up the stairs and rush into the corridor.

Finally, in front of the 209 guest room, they found their target and rushed into his back.

As soon as the star fan entered the body, Qing Anran's eyes immediately lost their luster and sank into a darkness.

He was like he had powered off, and he could not see or hear anything.

It was not until the last star fan disappeared that consciousness recovered.

"Is it intermittent narcolepsy again?" Qing Anran rubbed her temples and yawned: "Forget it, let's go to bed early today."

The door of the room has been opened.

With a "click" sound, the lights in the bedroom were also on.

The wooden floor is very bright and has no smell of dust.

"It's not bad. It seems that Mr. Matsumoto has specially found someone to clean up the room."

"The house is good and quiet. I guess I can have a good sleep today."

Qing Anran is very satisfied.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a buzz of mosquitoes sounded in his ears very unreasonably.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a mosquito with tiger skin and feet showing off in front of him.

Sometimes the word "一" flew, sometimes the word "一" flew, and sometimes the word "一" flew, which was very proud.

I can tolerate it, but I can’t bear it if I am familiar with it.

Qing Anran's eyes turned cold, and a big hand of emotion shouted over!

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"Bang!"

A crisp sound in the guest room passed through the window and came into the ears of the woman who had ripped the rift.

The solemn sound of everything was ruthlessly stimulating her eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's body suddenly lost her strength and softened weakly.

Sit beside the street lights.

Relying on the cold street lights.

Her eyes were filled with incredible.

Just as the man entered the hotel.

She saw that the two black gas in the guest room suddenly grew stronger and emitted a breath of death.

Then I remembered that there have been rumors in the ghost market recently that two evil spirits appeared near Qianzao Thirteenth Street for no reason, harming people's lives, sucking their souls and doing everything evil.

I guess it's these two guys.
To be continued...