Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo thought the young man was joking.

The other party said that this is his home.

"Xinghua Hotel, this is my home, really, this is opened by my grandfather, his name is Lu Xinghua, my name is Lu Xiaoming, my father's name is..."

Lin Mo asked the other party to stop.

"Are you sure this is your home?"

Lin Mo asked again, mainly because this incident was too coincidental. They were going to Xinghua Hotel this time, but they met a young owner of Xinghua Hotel on the way?

Isn't this bullshit?

It's not writing novels, how can such a coincidence come from.

Lu Xiaoming said that this is his home.

"Brother, this is really my home, but Xinghua Hotel was a long time ago, and it was renamed later, and this place was demolished and rebuilt more than ten years ago, and it is now called Shunhua Hotel."

Lu Xiaoming also said many other details.

For example, there are cartoons of his childhood playing moments at the entrance of this hotel.

Lin Mo leaned over to the wooden board at the door and saw that it was there.

It's a Transformer.

And he said 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. I was afraid that my grandfather would find it, so I secretly buried it here. Maybe it can be dug up."

Lu Xiaoming really went over and dug up.

Lin Mo said that even if there was, it would have been decomposed into soil nutrients long ago, and it is estimated that nothing can be dug out.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaoming called out.

OMG!

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow burst out of the ground.

He pecked directly at Lu Xiaoming's eyes.

The old man was very close, and his reaction was fast. He reached out and grabbed the shadow.

Otherwise, Lu Xiaoming would have to go blind in one eye if he didn't die.

This guy was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, staring, trying to speak, but couldn't.

Lin Mo also came over to have a look.

Dad really has a bird in his hand.

But now it is more like a bird-shaped monster, constantly struggling in the hands of the old man.

Lin Mo glanced at Lu Xiaoming on the ground and helped him up.

"I believe you, come here, tell me about your former home in detail, who was there? Your grandfather? Who else..."

Here, Lin Mo asked carefully. After all, this Xinghua Hotel has something to do with the curse of the 'undead'. Since it used to be Lu Xiaoming's home, he should ask clearly.

Lin Mo thought about it, and after asking clearly, he gave Lu Xiaoming a bean and sent him out.

An ordinary person may not live long in such a place.

Meeting is fate, and if you can help, you will help, and if the other party can provide some useful information, it can be regarded as helping yourself.

It's called mutual help.

Lu Xiaoming was so frightened just now that he asked what to say at this time.

Dad listened on the side, then turned his head to look at the other side, and suddenly rushed towards that side.

Lin Mo didn't understand the situation, but fortunately, Dad ran back soon.

"I felt that someone was spying on us just now. I chased and looked at it. I lost it. I don't know who it was, but it ran really fast."

"Anyone peeping?"

Lin Mo didn't feel it.

Maybe his attention was 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.

Lin Mo took out the detached beans and prepared one for the other party.

At this moment, the door of Xinghua Hotel over there suddenly creaked open.

A gloomy old man leaned out and took a look.

He was stunned when he saw Lu Xiaoming.

"Xiao Ming?"

Lu Xiaoming also looked up.

"grandfather?"

In Lin Mo's heart, I leaned, this is too coincidental.

It's not surprising that Lu Xiaoming can remember his grandfather's appearance; but it's a bit exaggerated that the old man can remember Lu Xiaoming. You must know that the other party has been dead for almost 20 years, and Lu Xiaoming has grown from a child to an adult. Can you recognize it?

At this time, the old man saw Lin Mo's doubts and whispered: "It's not surprising, the soul can sense between relatives, maybe in the eyes of this old man, he sees Lu Xiaoming as a child."

There are many strange things in the nightmare world, and there are not many more than this one.

Lin Mo nodded.

Now that Lu Xiaoming was discovered by his grandfather, should we send him away?

During the hesitation, Lu Xiaoming's grandfather had already opened the door and pulled Lu Xiaoming to speak. The latter looked confused. He knew that this was his grandfather, and of course he knew that his grandfather had been dead for a long time.

That said, the person in front of him holding his hand is a ghost.

When he understood this, the sweat on Xiao Lu's head fell, saying that it was a lie to say that he was not nervous.

Besides, when the old man died, he was still young, and it was a surprise that he met again suddenly.

Anyway, Lu Xiaoming's face turned pale with fright.

"Brother, this, this is my grandpa!"

This guy suddenly thought that there was Lin Mo, a life-saving straw, and he was anxious and said hello.

Lu Xinghua, that is, his grandfather, looked at Lin Mo at this time. He couldn't see any thoughts in his cloudy eyes. At least Lin Mo didn't see much resentment and malice.

In his words, the old man is not fierce.

Lin Mo responded quickly and came up to say hello.

"It's Xiao Ming's friend, come, come in quickly."

Lu Xinghua was very enthusiastic and invited Lin Mo and his father to enter.

They wanted to go in this place originally, and it just so happened that since they had a relationship with Lu Xiaoming, they believed it was better than going in and exploring on their own.

At least get familiar with each other and climb up the friendship.

The old man over there pulled his grandson and went inside, but Lu Xiaoming didn't dare to resist, he cried and told his grandfather that he wanted to go home.

"You are confused, this is not your home."

To this answer, Xiao Lu was speechless.

This is really his home.

Dad walked at the end and glanced at the nightmare bird still in his hand.

"This thing is too resentful, and it is a scourge to keep it."

Squeeze hard when you're done.

Puff!

The strange bird was crushed and turned into a cloud of black smoke.

Lin Mo and his father entered the 'Xinghua Hotel' one after the other.

It can be seen that the decoration and display here are of the style of 20 years ago. There is a counter directly opposite, leaving a window, and there is a book in front to record the check-in and check-out information.

An electronic clock hangs on the wall next to it.

The time shown above is 7:35pm on the 23rd.

Looking at the year, it was actually twenty years ago.

This is really weird.

But not enough.

To be honest, because this Xinghua Hotel is a taboo-level file in the General Administration, when Lin Mo and Dad came in, they were all paying attention and holding great expectations.

When something goes wrong, or something weird, they can react immediately.

But they soon discovered that Bai was excited.

This place doesn't look very special~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At least it's not as dangerous as I imagined.

Although there is also a strange atmosphere in the air, and some resentment and malice can be felt, the degree is much weaker than they imagined.

This can make Lin Nan in a trance and go out without memory?

This will allow many good players of the General Administration to be folded in?

Just kidding.

Dad whispered to Lin Mo: "Child, remember, the more ordinary a place looks, the more dangerous it may be. The real danger always comes inadvertently."

This is very philosophical.

"What do you do next?" Lin Mo asked.

Dad said, wait.

"Check in first, then explore. This place also has a cursed atmosphere. Let's take a look one by one in a while."

Lin Mo said just do it.

Dad went to check in at this time.

Lin Mo looked around, and he noticed that there was a notice board on the front wall with some newspapers posted on it. Looking at it in the past, it turned out to be the contents of the newspaper twenty years ago. In addition, there were also things like looking for objects, advertisements and the like.

At this time, Lin Mo felt that something was wrong.

His eyes were locked on a finding notice.

This is a purely handwritten search notice, written on a piece of A4 paper, saying that a knife has been lost. If you find it, please send it to Room 11, and you will be grateful.

The signature is Mr. Lin.

Lin Mo stared at it for a while, he knew something was wrong.

"This is my handwriting, and, didn't I happen to lose a knife, how does it feel like I wrote it myself?"