C2 Reentry 1202

My scalp exploded. He was saying that I was a dead man!

"Doctor..." Doctor, are you sure it's a corpse? " I asked anxiously.

"Aunt …" Girl, I'm not good enough. Maybe I made a mistake, so I suggest you go somewhere else. I have other patients. " He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his voice was a little shaky.

He was obviously afraid that I would be chased away, which made me flustered and my mind go blank. I didn't know how he got out of the hospital, but it took me a moment to react after bumping into a girl on the street.

"Watch your step!"

The girl left after saying that angrily.

I wanted to cry. How could my body grow corpse spots just like that? I'm not a dead person.

Then I remembered that Mr. Liu had asked me to report on the changes in my body, and I suddenly felt as if he had known a long time ago that I would grow body spots!

It was strange to think of what he had asked me to do, and I wondered if the appearance of the spots had anything to do with the hotel room 1202.

I started to try to recall if there was anything unusual about the night before I entered the room. As a result, I broke out in a cold sweat.

After I entered the room that night, I felt that the light was dim and the air conditioner was cold. At that time, I thought that there was something wrong with the room itself.

After that, there was the sound of water in the bathroom and the TV turned on by itself. In the middle of the night, there was also the feeling of being touched. This clearly meant that there was something dirty living inside!

Furthermore, after staying in a haunted house for an entire night, I was foolish enough to try out my sleeping duties as a staff member. I was really going to cry from foolishness.

However, this Mr. Liu had assigned me to room 1202 from the start. He must have known that there was something wrong with the room, so he purposely raised the reward so high for me to sleep in.

Having turned into a shrew, I cursed out loud, "You son of a b * tch, you didn't even die after receiving a thousand cuts. I have no enmity with you, why must you harm me like this? I'm telling you, even if I die, I won't let you or your entire family off!"

"It seems like you already know what happened to that room, but you don't have to panic. Tell me what happened to your body first." He said in a flat tone.

I was so angry that I almost dropped my cell phone, but in the end I controlled my anger and told him about the corpse spots on my body. In the end, he said to me, "It seems that the ghost has taken a fancy to you because he wants to take you in as his wife."

I was so scared that I couldn't care less about getting angry with him. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering directly, he asked, "Are the spots gradually expanding?"

"Yeah." I replied.

"This means that you are gradually walking towards death. When the corpse spots cover your entire body, you will be a dead person, and your soul will fall into the path of ghosts, becoming his ghost wife." "No," he said.

"You're f * cking bullshitting!"

I can't accept that. I am only twenty-three years old, and I am in my prime. How can I die like this and be a ghost's wife?!

"Believe it or not, if you want to live, you have to listen to me." "No," he said.

"Damn it, you're the one who's harming me to such an extent. You still want me to listen to you?" I scolded angrily.

"Think about it."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly hung up.

F * ck me, you actually dare to hang up on me after causing me so much trouble? There's actually such a person in this world.

But now that I had calmed down, there was no point getting angry with him. I had to find a way to save my youth, and he seemed to have a way to save me. I had to suppress my anger and call him to ask what he could do to save me.

"It's simple. You can stay in that room again tonight." "No," he said.

"Why? This is entering the mouth of a tiger! " I was startled.

"Don't ask why, just do it."

With that, he hung up again.

How unlucky he was to have such a customer in his eighth lifetime.

The thought of having to go to the haunted house for the night made me panic, but I called the hotel anyway, wanting to book room 1202.

But the hotel told me that this room was for other purposes and was no longer occupied.

I was stunned for a moment. I immediately understood that the hotel knew that there was a ghost in the room, but I couldn't say anything about it. Otherwise, it was possible for the hotel to close down.

However, my good youth still depended on this room, so I threatened, "If you don't let me book it, I will report this room to the media."

The front desk clerk, who was talking to me, panicked and quickly said, "Little … "Miss, if you have something to say, then let's talk. Since you already know that 1202 is a ghost, why are you still going in?"

"None of your business." "No," I said.

"Good …" "Well, please wait a minute, I'll have to talk to the manager about this. If something happens to you while you're living there, I can't afford it." "No," she said.

Then she hung up.

Not long after that, she called me and said that the hotel manager had agreed and that she didn't want any money, just that I didn't want to tell anyone else about it, that I would run out of my room if there was any problem and that the hotel would have people watching from the corridor.

The hotel was afraid that something would happen to me, so they arranged for people to keep an eye on me, and I was happy to have someone to protect me.

At this moment, I felt an odd itch on my neck. I took out my makeup kit and took a look, only to discover that the corpse spots had expanded to the size of a pinky nail, and the surrounding skin had also turned into a frightening dark green, making my heart flustered. I had no choice but to go home and grab a scarf to wrap around my neck to prevent anyone from noticing anything strange.

When night fell, I went to the hotel.

When the front desk of the hotel saw that the room I reserved was 1202, his expression changed and he hurriedly and courteously led me to a guest room in the hotel.

There was a middle-aged man inside who called him manager at the front desk. When he saw me enter, he waved to the front desk and let me out, then took out a black bag from beside the sofa and politely said, "Miss, this is three hundred thousand yuan. I want to ask you to stay in that room and not let anyone else know about this."

Three hundred thousand was no small amount of temptation. If there were no corpses, I would have taken the money and left. However, this matter concerned my life, so I said to him, "I'm sorry, I have a reason."

I took the scarf off and pointed to the spots.

His eyes instantly widened as he fearfully took two steps back. "You … This is a corpse … Corpse spots? You've been haunted? "

Since he was able to recognize the corpse spot, he didn't need me to explain. He nodded and said, "Since your hotel doesn't want to report this, I'll have to ask you for an explanation once the matter of the corpse spot is resolved."

After saying that, I wrapped my scarf around my neck, slammed the door, and walked straight to room 1202.

I nervously swallowed my saliva and looked to the two sides of the corridor. I saw four waiters staring at me at the end of the corridor. Their expressions were a little flustered.

Finally, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and entered. In an instant, I felt like I had arrived at an icehouse, cold and gloomy!

I quickly turned on the light and didn't hurry to close the door. Instead, I looked inside to make sure it wouldn't pop out of the blue before I closed the door, walked nervously to the bed, took off my handbag, grabbed the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the air conditioner. Then I curled up on the bed, covered myself with the blanket, and continued to scan every corner of the room with my eyes wide open.

Suddenly, as if someone were touching under my covers, I was so frightened that I threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, only to find that the bed was empty.

It seems that I was too nervous and had an illusion.

"Dong Dong Dong …"

There was a knock on the door, and I went to open it. There was a waiter standing outside.

"Wang... Miss Wang, you haven't … Nothing happened, right? " He kept glancing into the room.

I shook my head.

"That's good. If you have something to say, then come out and get me."

With that, he scampered off.

He was speechless. If there really was something wrong, these waiters wouldn't be able to rely on them.

Then I slammed the door.

But at that moment, a hand seemed to rest on my shoulder. It was very, very cold.