On the old TV in the hotel, there are a pair of old wireless signal receivers that look like tentacles.

Even in this forest and snowy field without signals, the old antenna still stubbornly received the TV signal - although there was only one channel, it seemed to be a local city TV station, with extremely poor picture quality and inaccurate color, but at least there was something that would relieve one's boredom.

"This station reported that since the 21st of last month, heavy snow that has lasted for a whole week has continued. There are many counties and districts in our city that have been affected by varying degrees. According to experts, this snow disaster is the largest, largest and most severe snow disaster in our city in the past 30 years."

The pretty female host on TV said expressionlessly, her awkward accent made people wonder whether the host was certified to work.

"This morning, our city government held a '12.21 Major Snow Disaster Operation Deployment Meeting'. At the meeting, Comrade Niu Chunfeng, a senior city official, emphasized that snow disasters must be regarded as the top priority of the current work. According to the plan, a new work plan should be formulated as soon as possible and attached great importance to it..."

Feng Liang frowned, picked up the remote control, and wanted to turn the TV down a little.

I pressed the volume button several times. I don’t know if the remote control has been idle for too long and it has broken down or the battery is out of power, but the remote control has not responded.

Feng Liang tried to solve the problem with Russian repair method - smashed the remote control a few times, but it didn't work, and maybe it was a little short of vodka.

"Boss!" Billy said aggrievedly, "Can we change the channel? I want to watch "Run the Legs"!"

He snorted coldly in anger, Feng Liang shook his head: "Don't say I can't see it, I'm not happy to see it if I can!"

Billy met Feng’s change of power: “I don’t like to watch it either! It’s not interesting to have a group of people running stupidly every day! Then can we watch “Challenge for Death”?”

Feng Liang lit a cigarette and didn't raise his head: "If you don't look, the guests of this season are of no interest."

"Oh." Billy nodded and carefully tentatively tried again: "That's it! What about "Rebirth to the Living"?"

Feng Liang frowned unhappy and glanced at Billy: "I said--"

"Dangdangdang--"

The knock on the door interrupted Feng Liang's words. Feng Liang subconsciously held the pistol at his waist, stood up, and stared at the door alertly.

Through the door panel, the boss's wife's enthusiastic voice came: "Brother! Are you in the house?"

Feng Liang did not let go of the gun handle, but instead held it tighter. He looked up and looked out the window. The sun could not be seen in the gloomy snowy sky, but it could also be seen that it was about to dark.

What is the boss’s wife doing at this time? Promote a special service in the hotel?

The door was not opened, Feng Liang stood behind the door and replied cautiously: "Here, what's wrong with it?"

"Oh, I see you didn't come down to have dinner tonight, so I put a bowl of noodles for you!" The boss's wife said affectionately, a little surprised Feng Liang.

Here are some food for me?

Feng Liang opened the door in confusion and saw the boss lady holding a bowl of noodles standing at the door.

"Oh, it's considered open!" The boss's wife handed over the bowl and looked at the room casually, "Eat while it's hot."

Feng Liang took the bowl and smiled politely: "Thank you, sister."

"Hey, don't be polite, it's not easy to go out." The proprietress rubbed her hands, but she didn't mean to leave, and still greeted Feng Liang: "Is it still a habit to live in this room?"

Habit?

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes, intending to see some clues from the boss's expression, and at the same time, he quietly spoke to the boss's wife: "Hi, what are you used to? I feel that there is no difference between these two rooms!"

"Uh--Yes! There is no difference!" The boss's wife smiled awkwardly, "After all, you have lived in the next house, and you are afraid that you will recognize the bed or something..."

Have you lived there? After this mission began, where did I teleport to? Which room was originally my? Who was the person who stole my salute next door?

...

A lot of questions surged into my mind, but Feng Liang didn't know where to ask.

"Then you eat first, I'll leave first." The boss's wife seemed to dodge a little, and without waiting for Feng Liang to answer, she left.

"..." He poked his head out and watched the boss's back disappear at the end of the corridor. Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other doors.

It was already dark, and the door next door was always open, keeping the crime scene well.

The family of three at the opposite door seemed to have never left the house, and could vaguely hear the noise in the room. I don’t know whether it was the parents quarreling or the naughty child being in trouble again.

The man with glasses never came to see Feng Liang - Feng Liang waited for an afternoon, but was a little disappointed, who was originally excited and nervous.

Sit down and eat noodles for a while?

Feng Liang looked at the steaming and fragrant noodles in the bowl, and was a little confused about the boss's wife's mind.

The boss lady might just want to show kindness to Feng Liang simply, afraid that he would call the police because of the stolen ceremony, which would cause some unnecessary trouble to the hotel.

But there is also a possibility that there is something unhealthy in this hotel. To keep it confidential, the store may...

Feng Liang thought, picked up a chopstick of noodles and called Billy next to him: "Can you eat?"

"Look at what you said!" Billy smiled, "I have no stomach!"

Nodded, Feng Liang put down his chopsticks and ignored the bowl of noodles - he didn't dare to bet whether the boss's wife had drugged the noodles. If she lost the bet, she would have nothing.

There was no cell phone to play with, Feng Liang was bored and watched the female announcer on the TV chattering.

The samples to be contained have no clues so far, not sure whether they are animals or plants, living or dead.

Is it really not a clue? Is it basically relying on guessing?

"This station reported that in recent times, there have been many cases of child loss in our city. So far, the police have received six reports, with the lost children ranging from two to six years old."

The news was broadcast on the TV station. When Feng Liang heard the keyword "child loss", he was immediately attracted and listened attentively.

"According to the police investigation, it can be basically confirmed that a group of trafficking organizations in our city are committing crimes. Please pay attention to the safety of children. If you encounter suspicious people, please contact the police as soon as possible."

Trafficking children?

So the male detective in glasses will doubt himself, and even take over himself without hesitation to destroy discipline, arrest him first and then trial?

Feng Liang narrowed his eyes and understood a little about the man with glasses - but it was still not enough to eliminate the hatred of kicking the face.

"About the case of child loss, our station will continue to pay attention and continue to report—"

The female announcer on the TV was talking, but the picture suddenly stuck and paused on a frame, with only one word "Loading: 0KB/S".

The screen no longer scrolls, but the sound does not stop:

"guide----"

The announcer seemed to have a long voice and said a word for a long time, but still couldn't finish it.

The word "正--" is getting longer and longer, and the announcer's original word "正" began to become sharp and out of tune, which made Feng Liang feel a little harsh.

The pictures on the TV also changed. The original colored frame changed color, and the white and beautiful face of the female announcer turned into monotonous black and white.

The picture began to shake up and down, the frequency gradually increased, and the amplitude gradually increased. With the black and white announcer, it was inexplicably like a portrait, shaking violently.

The ghostly scenes and sounds made Feng Liang feel a little unhappy. He walked to the TV, swinging the antenna, trying to fix the TV.

He adjusted the angle of the antenna, but the TV did not change much - accompanied by the out-of-tuning "guidance" and the "portrait" was still shaking violently.

Feng Liang was annoyed and tried to solve the problem with the Russian repair method that had not been able to repair the remote control before. He shook the antenna hard and punched a heavy punch on the top of the TV series.

"Guide————————————!!!"

The original ghost's long tone suddenly changed, and it sounded like a woman screaming shrillly, with a loud voice, which scared Feng Liang.

Feng Liang was furious and sweating as if he was screaming at the ghost. He quickly retreated and looked at the scene on the TV in surprise.

The picture no longer shakes, but the scene inside is stretched horizontally and twisted in an out-of-size manner. The announcer with a beautiful face was divided into several pieces, constantly separated and reorganized, looking weird and ferocious.

"Damn it." Feng Liang swallowed and cursed in a low voice, half complaining and half courageous, "What a broken TV!"

While talking, he raised his hand and patted the TV.

The picture inside disappears instantly, turning into a large snowflake-like noise that often appears when the old TV has no signal.

"Swishy—"

The TV made a noisy noise, and Feng Liang looked at the flickering snowflake screen, feeling anxious for no reason.

Since he was a child, he has been inexplicably afraid of the snowflake screen.

As it is now.

I don't know when the noise will be in the beginning, but I am afraid that when the snowflakes stop suddenly, what the hell will appear on the screen.

"Billy?" Feng Liang looked at the puppet in panic.

"Boss?" Billy blinked, and was a little surprised by the master's distraught look.

Feng Liang wanted to say something to relieve his nervousness: "I--"

The rustling sound in his ear suddenly disappeared, Feng Liang was looking at Billy, and saw a hint of surprise from the blue eyes embedded in the wooden head.

He quickly turned around and Feng Liang looked at the TV.

The snowflakes on the screen have disappeared, replaced them,

It is a face that is tightly attached to the back of the glass.

A pair of big eyes were still staring at Feng Liang through the screen, her eyes frenzied and crazy.

Even though the nose and cheeks of that face were deformed due to squeezing, Feng Liang could still see it.

It was laughing wildly.
Chapter completed!