C41 Eerie

"These beasts!"

After a short moment, I stared at A-Biao and his bunch in front of me as I said those words in a low voice. An inexplicable rage had also instantly assaulted my heart.

In the past few days, Little Ying's smile and voice kept drifting in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of them.

Especially after she was dragged away by these hooligans. Her heart-wrenching screams and her pleading for help were deeply engraved in my mind.

"Phew..."

I glared at A-Biao. How I wanted to charge at him and smash my fist into his big fat face, turning his huge head into a meat patty to avenge Little Ying.

My body couldn't help but tremble when I thought of these blood-boiling scenes.

But a few seconds later, I let go of my fist, and my anger sagged.

Yes, I submitted. Even though I was furious, I still feared them from the bottom of my heart — what if I rushed up and they beat me to death?

I don't want to die, or I'm afraid of dying.

That's why my beloved Xiao Ying was raped, and I didn't dare to reveal it.

A few minutes later, A-Biao and the rest had already entered Room 502 and disappeared into the corridor.

"Pah!"

I gritted my teeth and fiercely slapped myself. A fiery and stinging sensation instantly spread from my face to every corner of my body.

What kind of man am I... Looking at the empty corridor, I smiled wryly.

"Su Yue, why are you still standing here? 419's private room has been called a waiter for a long time."

Just then, a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind me, jolting me from my reminiscence.

I turned my head and looked back. I saw a square face staring coldly at me. It was filled with dissatisfaction.

It was the boss.

"Alright, I'll go right away."

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly nodded my head before turning around and jogging towards room 419.

Half a minute later, I was already at the door of the chartered room. I slowly stopped and lightly knocked on the door. "I'm a waiter."

"Come in."

Not long after, a female's voice came from behind the door.

Hearing my guest's words, I reached out my hand and slightly turned the doorknob. Slowly, I opened the door and walked in.

Everything in the room caught my eye. On the huge oval crystal table, there were all kinds of delicious dishes, most of which were the signature dishes in the restaurant.

To my surprise, there was only one person in the large private room.

It was the female guest who called me into her room. She slightly lowered her head, her brows, bangs, and long black hair completely covering his face, making it impossible to see her appearance.

"Do you have any instructions?"

After understanding the general situation of the room, I bent my waist and respectfully asked.

"You stay here."

The female customer said without raising her head. Her white fingers were holding chopsticks as she gently caught a piece of meat and placed it in a bowl.

After hearing what the female customer said, I was stunned for a moment before understanding something. I said, "I understand what you mean. You need a waiter who specializes in serving you during your meal, right?"

"I'm so sorry, I've just been transferred. During this period of time, my work has basically been going back and forth between a few rooms, and I'm in charge of passing the dishes around." I softly explained, afraid that my customers would be dissatisfied. "Why don't I get a special waiter for you?"

"No need, just stay here."

To my surprise, however, the female customer flatly rejected my suggestion.

Hearing the request of this weird female customer, I had no choice but to nod my head and agree.

He then turned around and picked up the tea set on the corner of the table. He tore it open and soaked it in water.

Soon, a pot of fragrant tea was brewed. I took another delicate teacup from the bottom of the bed, went to the customer's side, and poured the tea for him.

During this time, the female customer kept her head down, her long black hair completely covering her face. I wondered if he could even see the dishes on the table.

"Your appetite is really good."

A few seconds later, I had brewed a cup of tea. I gently put down the teapot and said smilingly.

But the woman ignored me. He just used his chopsticks and grabbed some meat from the bowl.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was rather awkward. I uneasily shrugged my shoulders and looked around the room.

Strange.

A few seconds later, I couldn't help but lightly frown and focus my attention on the opposite wall.

As far as I can remember, the 502 room should have been replaced with a wall LCD TV, which was hanging right in the middle of the east wall.

On the east wall opposite me, however, there was nothing. Even the snow-white walls were dyed a dark yellow.

"What's going on?"

I couldn't help but squint my eyes. There was a trace of doubt in my eyes as well. Could it be that the TV had broken down and was now being taken down?

At that moment, a gust of cold wind blew from the yellow wall and struck me.

"Si..."

I couldn't help but shiver and the goosebumps on my body immediately stood up. A bad feeling suddenly enveloped my heart.

"Whap."

At this moment, a light sound rang out, startling me. I immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

On the ground, two black chopsticks were resting quietly. The female customer had accidentally dropped her chopsticks on the floor.

"You're using a new one." Seeing this, I heaved a sigh of relief and handed the unopened chopsticks to the guest.

"Pick it up for me." The female customer whose face was covered by her hair spoke in a low voice.

"Alright."

I whispered a reply and squatted down to pick up the two chopsticks.

Just as I was about to stand up, my eyes inadvertently glanced over and saw the customer's shoes. My face abruptly changed.

It was a pair of red high-heeled shoes. The style of the shoes and the size of the shoes were exactly the same as the dead Little Ying!

What struck me even more was that on the side of the shoe, there was a line of marks written in black marker: I love you for the rest of my life.

This is the imprint I wrote for Little Ying!

In that instant, I seemed to have understood something and my goosebumps involuntarily stood up. It was as though a bucket of cold water had fallen from the sky. It was as though I had fallen into a cave of ice.

"You're Little Ying?"