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Chapter 87 Hotel

Chapter 87 Hotel

"You said you have found the mastermind behind the scenes?" Wen Zhong asked.

He really didn't expect that after just one night, Zhao Jian would find the person who destroyed his rental house.

"That's right, Mr. Wen, I only found out after asking around. You may not believe it, but it turned out that the person who ransacked your rental house was someone from the Liang Yi Guan." Zhao Jian said.

"Oh? Who is it specifically?" Wen Zhong frowned.

"He is the number one master of Liangyi Temple, his name is Bai Yingyue."

When Wen Zhong heard this name, he thought about it in his mind for a while. After confirming that he had never heard of this person, he then asked: "If their temple master is not called Fang Diyuan, where does this Bai Yingyue come from?"

He didn't expect that this matter could be related to Liangyi Temple. In this case, the other party's target should be the ghost painted by Taoist Taiqing - the ghost painting talisman, and the ghost pupil embedded in his palm.

"This Bai Yingyue is said to have a close relationship with Fang Diyuan, and it is said that he has controlled more than one ghost and is very powerful." Zhao Jian said.

"Yes, I understand."

At this moment, a white figure suddenly flashed out of the corner of Wen Zhong's eye. He felt that the figure looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Before he could take a closer look, the figure had disappeared on the street. At the same time, the nursing wristband tied to his wrist actually gave off the slightest smell of disinfectant.

"Hiss, it's the doctor from that cursed mental hospital." Wen Zhong remembered, that figure was dressed exactly the same as the two doctors on the bus.

It seemed that the matter of finding Min Qing's parents could not be postponed any longer. He knew nothing about that hospital now, and he would probably be furious if he faced it head-on. Moreover, the most important thing was that he had other problems to solve.

"Hey, Wen Zhong, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

"Nothing. By the way, Zhao Jian, please help me investigate things about the Daan City Mental Hospital. No matter how small the information is, remember to be quick."

After saying that, Wen Zhong asked for detailed personal information about Bai Yingyue, and found out that the other party actually opened a bar. After asking for the address and business hours, he decided to find a place to have a good rest first, and go to the bar tonight.

Visit the other person.

"Let's find a hotel to rest for a while. We really shouldn't be running around so late at night. It's a pity that He Youxu, I just don't know how the headquarters will handle this matter."

Wen Zhong, the headless ghost, decided to let it go for a while, finish the matters at hand, and then discuss with the headquarters how to solve this supernatural incident.

Thinking like this, he came to a hotel. The facade was very festively decorated, a typical Da'an style building. The old signboard had the four characters "Peace Hotel" written on it. The door of the hotel was open, and you could see the people sitting behind the counter in the depths.

With an old man.

"Hello, I want to book a room." Wen Zhong knocked on the counter and said to the old man who was resting his eyes closed. He thought the name of this hotel was good, so he decided to stay here first.

"Huh?" The old man seemed to have just woken up. After hearing this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Zhong with a pair of cloudy eyes. After looking up and down carefully, he said: "Well, why do you come to stay at this time? Forget it.

Your name."

Wen Zhong asked: "How do you charge for accommodation?"

The old man opened the old registration book in front of him and said: "Five hundred a day, a deposit of one hundred, and no credit for small businesses."

"Five hundred a day is still a small business?" Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Is this the presidential suite?"

"You get what you pay for. If you want to stay, just tell me your name." The old man urged impatiently.

"Forget it, my name is He Youxu." Wen Zhong was careful, but he did not give his name.

"He Youxu, He Youxu, what a good name."

After hearing Wen Zhong report the name He Youxu, the old man couldn't help but smile, then took out a key and a card from the drawer, and said to Wen Zhong: "I won't charge you a deposit, room fee

Just give it to you when you check out. This key is used to open the door, and this magnetic card is used to get on the elevator. Your room is Room 7. After going to the second floor, turn left and it is at the end."

Wen Zhong nodded, thanked the old man and walked to the elevator. Only then did he realize that there were no stairs in this hotel.

"By the way, young man, seeing your face reminds me of an old friend. Do you know someone named Wen Tianxin?" Just as Wen Zhong stepped into the elevator, the old man suddenly asked.

"Sorry, I don't know him." Wen Zhong said.

"Haha, forget it, don't take it to heart, the old man's casual nonsense, I wish you a good sleep."

After saying that, the old man closed his eyes, then leaned on the chair and began to rest.

After the elevator started going up, the old man suddenly spoke again: "Although it's a little late, everyone has finally arrived. However, this young man's level is a bit low, but the symbiotic alien in his body is quite interesting. I hope he can be there later."

Survive the ceremony."

He seemed to be talking to himself or talking to someone, and if he looked carefully, he saw that the door of the hotel had disappeared at some point, leaving only a red wall standing quietly where the entrance was.

place.

The second floor of the hotel.

Wen Zhong looked around and found that the hotel was not as spacious as he imagined. There were only fourteen guest rooms on the entire second floor, not counting the cleaning rooms, storage rooms and bathrooms.

He walked to his room. There was a simple door number hanging on the red wooden door, with the word number seven crookedly written on it.

"It's really crude. Judging from how the material looks like it was from the Republic of China, it can be considered an antique."

Wen Zhong took out the key and opened the door. The room was very clean and simply decorated. There was a large bed in the middle, bedside cabinets on both sides of the bed, and an oil painting hanging above the bed.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this oil painting somewhere before?" Wen Zhong thought for a while and remembered that he had seen the exact same oil painting in the ghost villa in Qilin Mansion.

At that time, he wanted to look up information about the oil painting after he went out. Unfortunately, too many things happened and the oil painting did not cause him any trouble, so he left it behind.

"What a coincidence. I will ask the front desk when I go out in the evening to see who painted this painting."

There is also Wen Tianxin, whose name is actually familiar to Wen Zhong. It is the name of his second uncle whom he has not seen for a long time.

He stretched out and looked at the soft bed. A feeling of sleepiness suddenly came to his heart. After a simple wash, he lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep within a few moments.

(End of chapter)


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