"Xinghua Hotel, this is my home. Really, it is owned by my grandfather. His name is Lu Xinghua, my name is Lu Xiaoming, and my dad's name is..."
Lin Mo asked the other party to stop.
"Are you sure this is your home?"
Lin Mo asked again, mainly because it was such a coincidence. They were going to Xinghua Hotel this time, but they met the young owner of Xinghua Hotel on the way?
Isn't this nonsense?
It’s not like I’m writing a novel, so where did such a coincidence come from?
Lu Xiaoming said that this is his home.
"Brother, this is really my home. However, Xinghua Hotel was named a long time ago, and the name was changed later. Moreover, this place was demolished and rebuilt more than ten years ago. It is now called Shunhua Hotel..."
Lu Xiaoming also gave many other details.
For example, on the door of this hotel there is a cartoon picture of him playing when he was a child.
Lin Mo moved closer to the wooden board at the door and saw that it was indeed there.
It's a Transformer.
He also said that he once buried a dead bird under the big tree at the door.
"I remember very clearly that this bird was raised by my grandfather. I accidentally killed it by playing with it. I was afraid that my grandfather would find it, so I secretly buried it here. Maybe I can dig it out."
Lu Xiaoming really went over and started digging.
Lin Mo said that even if there was any, it would have been decomposed into nutrients in the soil long ago, and nothing could be dug out.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoming shouted.
Oh my god!
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow emerged from the ground.
He pecked Lu Xiaoming directly in the eye.
Dad was very close and his reaction was quick. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the black figure.
Otherwise, Lu Xiaoming would be blind even if he didn't die.
This guy was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, staring, trying to speak, but couldn't.
Lin Mo also came over to take a look.
Dad really has a bird in his hand.
But now it's more like a bird-shaped monster, struggling in Dad's hands.
Lin Mo glanced at Lu Xiaoming on the ground and helped him up.
"I believe you. Come on, tell me about your previous home in detail. Who was in the family? Your grandfather? Who else..."
Lin Mo asked carefully here. After all, this Xinghua Hotel has something to do with the curse of the 'immortal'. Since it was once Lu Xiaoming's home, he should ask clearly.
Lin Mo thought about it, and after asking clearly, he gave Lu Xiaoming some beans and sent him out.
An ordinary person might not survive long in a place like this.
Meeting is fate, if you can help, help. Moreover, if the other party can provide some useful information, it can be regarded as helping yourself.
This is called mutual help.
Lu Xiaoming was so frightened just now that he could just say whatever he asked at this time.
Dad listened on the side, then turned to look to the other side, and suddenly rushed towards that side.
Lin Mo didn't understand the situation, but fortunately his father came back soon.
"Just now I felt like someone was spying on us. I chased after him and took a look. I lost track of him. I didn't know who it was, but he ran really fast."
"Is someone spying?"
Lin Mo didn't feel it.
Maybe his attention is all on Lu Xiaoming.
It’s time to ask clearly. In fact, Lu Xiaoming’s grandfather died relatively early, almost twenty years ago, and he can’t remember many things clearly.
Lin Mo took out the breakaway beans and prepared to give one to the other party.
At this moment, the door of Xinghua Hotel over there suddenly creaked open.
An eerie old man stuck his head out and took a look.
When he saw Lu Xiaoming, he was stunned.
"Xiao Ming?"
Lu Xiaoming also looked up.
"grandfather?"
Lin Mo thought, "What a coincidence."
It’s not surprising that Lu Xiaoming can remember his grandfather’s appearance; but the fact that the old man can remember Lu Xiaoming is a bit exaggerated. You must know that the other party has been dead for almost twenty years, and Lu Xiaoming has also grown from a little kid to an adult. This
Can everyone recognize it?
At this time, the father saw Lin Mo's doubts and whispered: "It's not strange. The souls of relatives can sense each other. Maybe in the eyes of this old man, the Lu Xiaoming he sees is still the same as when he was a child."
There are many weird things in the nightmare world, not even one more than this.
Lin Mo nodded.
Now that Lu Xiaoming has been discovered by his grandfather, should we send him away?
During the hesitation, Lu Xiaoming's grandfather had already opened the door and came out, asking Lu Xiaoming to talk. The latter looked confused. He knew that this was his grandfather, and of course he also knew that his grandfather had been dead for a long time.
So, the person holding his hand in front of him is a ghost.
After understanding this, the sweat on Xiao Lu's head started to drop. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.
Besides, he was still young when the old man died, so to suddenly meet him again was more of a shock than a surprise.
Anyway, Lu Xiaoming's face turned pale with fright.
"Brother, this, this is my grandpa!"
The guy suddenly thought of Lin Mo as a life-saving straw, so he thought quickly and said hello.
Lu Xinghua, his grandfather, looked at Lin Mo at this time. There was no thought in his cloudy eyes, at least Lin Mo didn't see much resentment or malice.
In his words, this old man is not cruel.
Lin Mo responded quickly and came up to say hello.
"He's Xiao Ming's friend, come on, come in quickly."
Lu Xinghua was very enthusiastic and invited Lin Mo and his father to come in.
They originally wanted to go into this place, but since they had Lu Xiaoming's connections, I believe it would be better than going in and exploring on their own.
At least become familiar with each other and establish friendship.
The old man over there pulled his grandson and walked in. Lu Xiaoming didn't dare to resist, cried in despair, and told his grandfather that he wanted to go home.
"You are confused, this is your home."
Xiao Lu was speechless for this answer.
This is really his home.
Dad walked at the end and glanced at the nightmare bird he was still holding in his hand.
"This thing has too much resentment and it would be a disaster to keep it."
After saying that, squeeze hard.
Poof!
The strange bird was crushed into pieces and turned into a ball of black smoke.
Lin Mo and his father entered the ‘Xinghua Hotel’ one after another.
It can be seen that the decoration and display here are the same as those of twenty years ago. Directly opposite is a counter with a window, and there is a book in front to record check-in and check-out information.
There is an electronic clock hanging on the wall next to it.
The time shown above is 7:35 pm on the 23rd.
Looking at the year, it turned out to be twenty years ago.
This is indeed quite strange.
But it's not enough.
To be honest, because this Xinghua Hotel is a taboo-level file in the General Administration, when Lin Mo and his father came in, they were very careful and had high expectations.
Once something goes wrong or something strange happens, they can respond immediately.
But they soon discovered that Bai was excited.
This place doesn't look like anything special.
At least it's not as dangerous as imagined.
Although there was a strange atmosphere in the air, and some resentment and malice could be felt, the degree was much weaker than they imagined.
Could this make Lin Nan fall into a trance and lose his memory?
This will allow many experts from the General Administration to be included in it?
Just kidding.
Dad whispered to Lin Mo: "Kid, remember, the more ordinary a place looks, the more dangerous it may be. The real danger always comes inadvertently."
This is very philosophical.
"What's next?" Lin Mo asked.
Dad said, wait.
"Check in first, and then explore. This place also has a cursed smell. Let's go and check it out one by one later."
Lin Mo said that was all.
Dad went over to check in at this time.
Lin Mo looked around and noticed that there was a notice board on the wall in front of him, with some newspapers posted on it. He went over and looked at it, and it turned out that it was the content of newspapers from twenty years ago. In addition, there were also notices, advertisements, etc.
something.
At this time, Lin Mo felt something was wrong.
His eyes were fixed on a missing object notice.
This is a purely handwritten notice on a piece of A4 paper. It says that a knife has been lost. If you find it, please send it to room 11. I will be grateful.
It is signed by Mr. Lin.
Lin Mo stared at it for a while, and he knew something was wrong.
"This is my handwriting. Besides, didn't I happen to lose a knife? Why does it feel like I wrote it myself?"