The painter's key is to be obedient. He was not so stupid that he tried his fist and went back to his single room to rest. At 4:30 in the morning, the painter did not go out, and the two pairs of men and women at the opposite door went out on time. As the hotel owner said, they got up early and went to bed late every day, and they didn't know what they were doing. They were not locals, and they didn't see them discussing where to go. They were outside all day, but just went back to the hotel to sleep at night.

I had no intention of wandering around elsewhere and had no intention of going out. I spent the whole day in the room. I took pictures of the scenery outside the window and sent it to the head of the gang and Chen Qinghan to report their safety.

At noon, Mr. Painter came to knock on the door again. To be honest, he is completely different from the artist I imagined. At least in terms of dressing, he is more like a playboy who is so rich that he can burn to keep warm.

Just pay attention to the few things he carries to guess that his outfit is valuable.

Maybe I am ignorant, but I have never seen a painter who paints in the countryside with limited edition diamond watches.

Although I don’t usually pay attention to men’s watches, I can’t help but ‘show off’ on her circle of friends. She got one for Yunhai, so I took a few more glances.

Moreover, when Mr. Painter went out to paint, he was wearing leather shoes and casual suits. If he hadn't carried the painting board, I wouldn't have thought that he was a painter.

He knocked on the door again and said he wanted to treat me to lunch. It was not that the hotel could not make big meals, but it just needed extra money.

Mr. Painter booked a sumptuous lunch with the hotel owner and paid all the money. He hoped that I could enjoy the "feast".

I didn't agree to his invitation for the meal, but I wanted to find a chance to beat him up, so I agreed happily.

If he dares to mention the "Mona Lisa" at the dinner table, I will have to put the meal on his face. The creamy chicken soup he specifically mentioned is a good choice.

There were not only me and Mr. Painter and the hotel owner on the lunch table. She had lunch with us. The atmosphere was like the head of the family was entertaining guests, not Mr. Painter.

The hotel owner took out the ancestral porcelain placed in the cabinet to dress up delicacies. She introduced that the porcelain came from far away and was her great-grandmother's collection.

Today, I specially took it out for the "members" to meet me.

Porcelain from more than a hundred years ago... At that time, I was still in a tomb jail abroad, thinking that I was a Chinese, but now it is not wrong to say that I am a fellow villager. I had already obtained my Chinese ID card last year and was a Chinese with a formal identity.

The painter is not very talkative and just ate with his head. It seems that the conversation between the meal has nothing to do with him. He doesn't look like the protagonist in this meal, but rather like a guest.

I had nothing to say with strangers, only the hotel owner said a lot. She mentioned the local customs and economy, said a few interesting things, and then lowered her voice and said that she suspected that the double room guests on the upstairs had found a gold mine in the mountains.

Her evidence was that the four men had shovels and ropes in their backpacks.

This was obviously her imagination. People who walked into the mountain with shovels and ropes were not necessarily looking for minerals, but might also be looking for tombs.

No matter how mysterious others act, they cannot arouse my interest. My mind is under the wooden house.

After lunch, the painter finally spoke and asked me if I would like to go out for a walk.

I expressed my displeasure. I had no need to digest food, nor was I interested in chatting with strangers.

The painter had to go for a walk by himself. He didn't carry the painting board, so he should have just gone out for a walk. When he left, I asked the hotel owner if there was a basement in the house and said I wanted to visit it and find inspiration.

I changed my superficial identity and told her that I was an editor of the Supernatural Magazine, and went to search for materials around the world.

This trip was indeed a holiday, but when people came out, their minds were still at work, and they had no choice but to develop habits.

After hearing this, the hotel owner didn't want me to write her hotel as a haunted house. I promised that it would never be. Our magazines would not deliberately create supernatural events, distort facts, and publish incidents that would make mistakes, and would not infringe on the interests of others and render ordinary shops and houses haunted houses.

I casually said that I was serializing a novel about a serial killer dismembering and dismembering corpses in the basement. I had seen several basements before but didn't feel it. When I came to her hotel, I suddenly thought that the basement of the old house might be more atmosphere and might give me some inspiration.

The hotel owner was very interested in the story I told and asked me if there was a foreign translation version. I said that our magazine was only sold in China and there was no overseas market. If she wanted to read it, I could translate a version for her.

The hotel owner said that that would be great, so he took me to the basement immediately. As long as I could get close to that place, what is it to translate a story that does not exist? Huang Zaijiang has a lot of stock in stock. He can see any type of horror stories. Just find a translation article.

The basement door of the wooden house hotel is hidden behind the counter, blocking it with stairs and counters. There is also a carpet at the entrance. It is difficult to find its location without the boss and outsiders.

The entrance to the basement is hidden in such a hidden place, which is definitely not commonly used, but the door to the basement was opened and I immediately smelled a faint smell of blood.

I calmly asked the boss what was placed underneath. She said it was old furniture. As she was talking, she suddenly picked up the copper cat ornament on the counter and knocked it down on the back of my head.

I just turned my head and saw her movements. The base of the copper cat ornament hit the position of my temple. Actually, I could dodge it, but I didn't, because this was a good opportunity to enter the basement.

She chose to do something when I squatted down and leaned towards the entrance. Didn’t she just want to knock me into the basement?

I followed her wish and fell head-on. I just turned around and wanted to ask why there was no ladder at the entrance. Now I understand without asking. She doesn't know how to go down. Others can fall down and they don't need ladders at all. And I guess the person who came down shouldn't be able to get up.

When the hotel owner closed the basement door, he said that although she didn't want me to be the first to come down, I took the initiative to ask for it, and she would do it for me and wished me plenty of inspiration.

The basement was pitch black. I adjusted my posture when I landed on the ground, and did not let my face hit the ground first. I maintained my balance. When I landed on the ground, my body was hidden in the dark.

The hotel owner above couldn't see it, so she closed the door, locked it back, and covered the carpet, and no one could see anything strange.

She picked this time to push me down, and she was sure that there was no one in the house and no one would see it, but what if I recovered and shouted for help?

I looked around, there were some holes on the walls, and some living creatures were looking out in the holes. I sighed and secretly lamented my ability to attract strange things.

Fortunately, I only attract strange things, not monsters. The living creatures around me just heard the movement and did not attack me. After watching for a while, they might feel bored, so they turned around and retracted into the hole on the wall.

I squatted on the spot for a few minutes, then got up and began to check the environment. There were no decorations or debris in the basement, and there were only holes on the four walls that were unknown where they led, and there was a well in the center of the ground.

This scene made me suddenly think of a classic horror movie. A woman with long hair and white clothes crawled out of the well and approached the camera step by step. However, there was nothing else in the wall in the movie, and there were other living things around the well.

They have no eyes, and they seem to be grafted breeds of spiders and lizards, but their size is similar to that of humans. I even suspect that they are humans because their movements do not react like animals. These deformed species will sigh like humans, and some will occasionally cough.

I saw too many monsters. They couldn't amaze me or threaten me. They continued to huddle in the hole and sleep. I continued to visit the basement.

The ceiling of the basement is very low. Calculated by the height of the basement door to the ground, the ceiling should not be so low. I guess the ceiling is soundproofed so that the sound below cannot be transmitted.

When I visited the house yesterday, I was resting on the second floor, and when I was having lunch today, there was no sound coming from the ground, so the sound insulation here is very good.

The smell of blood floated out of the well. I walked to the edge of the well. The height of the well was at my knee. I stood by the well and looked down and found someone in the well!

She was wearing a suspender nightgown, her long hair was disguised covering her face, and her body was hanging on the well wall. Her arms were gone, the blood on the broken arm had solidified, and the wound had not been treated.

This person was probably dead due to excessive blood loss. I guessed so much and planned to pull the body up. I didn't bring my backpack and wanted to pull her up, so I could only go down to the well and catch the body with my bare hands.

She may also be a guest at the hotel. She should have been pushed down at night, wearing her pajamas, so don't expect to find her identity certificate.

I thought of going downstairs to take a look, and I had to get the body up. The space underground was very small and could not accommodate two people.

The nameless female corpse also had a wound on the head. On the left forehead, it seemed that the hotel owner was very familiar with the knocking skills of the head.

Because the space in the well was narrow, I could slowly move down by stepping on both sides of the well walls. The well wall was built with stones, not smooth and a dry well, so I went down smoothly. I wanted to use a belt to cover the neck of the body and lift her up.

I went down to the right position I thought. Just as I was about to remove my belt, the body suddenly opened its eyes and stared at me!

We were very close at this time. She suddenly opened her eyes. I felt something moving, and the thing on her face was moving, so my eyes were fixed on her face. Then I saw the eyes between the cracks of my hair, and I was glaring at me with my eyes rolling upwards.

My feet were probably on both sides of her waist. This height made me put rope around her neck, but it also made it convenient for her to bite me. She not only glared at me, but also opened her mouth to bite me and bit my thigh.

Of course, she couldn't bite me. Her mouth was so powerful that she could bite me through the skin that could not even be shot through.
Chapter completed!