Chapter 4 02 I'm sorry to bother you to practice Iron Neck Kung Fu

Lying on the bed with a full stomach is the best. I turned on the TV, but the programs on the four wireless channels were all boring, and there was nothing interesting to watch. The program on one of them was even more ridiculous. It was a very fat woman sitting on a black chair with a blank face. Looking at the camera expressively. This fat woman's skin is too dark, and there is a pot of black things burning at her feet. I think it is very cold in winter and she is burning charcoal to keep warm, but this fat woman is only wearing a bra and underwear, obviously She should have thought about wearing more clothes before buying charcoal.

"..." I looked at the fat woman on the screen for a long time. She didn't say a single line, and the angle of the camera didn't change. After about ten minutes, the plot didn't progress at all. It really made people angry. I don't know which genius filmed it and took it abroad to win an award. stream of consciousness movie. "If you want to shoot like this, at least find a better-looking woman!" I pressed the TV switch with my big toe. I yawned a few times and fell asleep like this. I've never tried to go to bed before 8pm, it's super healthy, but then I didn't wake up because I was satisfied after sleeping for 8 hours - I had a child jumping on the bed for me!Jump!Jump!

Squinting, I looked at my watch. The kid jumped hard, jumped hard, jumped hard! "It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, if you don't sleep, others will sleep too!" I was sleepy. That kid doesn't care about me, just keep jumping, jumping, jumping for me! I'm really uneducated, just because I can't lock the door doesn't mean you can come in at will! Even if I let you sneak in, jumping on the bed for me suddenly, isn't it clear that you want to wake me up? I suddenly sat up and yelled at the dead child: "Then you can jump, just jump off!"

So the dead child just jumped down. Really impulsive. I immediately fell down and continued to sleep. "..." turned over, and turned over again. Seems a bit wrong? I suddenly sat up again, was that a dream just now?Is it a dream? Looking at the window...the window is open, but I'm sure I didn't open it before going to bed. My father who was dissolved once told me that among the top ten teachings passed down from my ancestors, one of them is "Never open the window when you sleep, because you will catch a cold and there will be mosquitoes." Therefore, I have slept without opening the window for more than 20 years. Yes, it doesn't make sense that I suddenly feel cheap today!

"No way?" I stared blankly at the signboard of the store across the street from the window. So, the window is indeed what I just opened? So so, was there really a kid in my room just now? ... How could there be a child jumping on my bed in the middle of the night, and then suddenly jumping off the building? No, not suddenly, I told him to jump off! I quickly stuck my head out of the window and looked downstairs, but there was nothing. call. I breathed a sigh of relief. It’s okay if it’s really a ghost encounter, but if it’s a lively kid who was really provoked by me to jump off the building, how should I explain it to the police?The police and reporters would never believe what I said, they would just frame me as the one who threw the child down.As for why I threw the child downstairs, even if I want to break my head, I can't think of a reason, and the reporter will help me out.

"It's dangerous, so it's just a ghost hit!" I made a YA comparison to the fat woman on TV, and fell back on the bed. Etc., etc!What did I just compare YA to? I straightened my upper body again, looking at the TV that was turned off but suddenly turned on for me. This kind of bad show of stream of consciousness must have been played for too long, right? Without a remote control, I stretched out my toes and yanked the switch button on the TV to switch to another channel, but the signal kept stopping on that damn fat woman who didn't say a word. To be honest, in the middle of the night, I was just raped by a kid who suspected of jumping off a building, and now I am forced to watch a fat woman perform a bad pantomime without a plot.After repeatedly failing to switch channels, I finally got angry and poked the TV switch down with my toe.

As a result, you must have guessed it, right?The TV switch did not respond at all. I had to get out of bed, intending to unplug the power cord. But when my hand touched the power cord, I couldn't help but hesitate... just in case! If I unplug the power cord and the TV screen doesn't go dark immediately, and the black and fat woman on it is still performing charcoal heating, won't it tell me that the fat woman is indeed a ghost!Are you telling me that there is something very, very wrong with this room? No! I absolutely cannot bear this blow!It's only twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there are at least five hours before dawn. How can I accept that I have to stay in this ghost room for five hours?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but put down the power cord. "The current TV programs really haven't changed." I squeezed out a wry smile and patted the TV. I closed the window and lay back on the bed. Although I was still sleepy, I couldn't fall asleep. The fat woman on TV never stopped staring at me, staring at me until I felt uncomfortable. Even with my eyes closed, the light from the TV screen was still very disturbing.Although the fat woman didn't speak, it would only be more terrifying if she didn't speak at this time, and it would be even scarier if she spoke suddenly.

I decided to get up, put on my sneakers, and wanted to go to another room to sleep... Didn't the boss say that?I can live in every room on the third, fourth, and fifth floors. The corridor was dark and gloomy. Fortunately, there was a street lamp reflected from a window at the corner of the stairs. If it was really impossible to see anything, I almost kicked a child sitting in the corner eating with green light all over his body. Feeling in the dark, I opened the opposite room directly and froze for a moment. In the room, there was a fat, dark-skinned woman sitting on the bed foolishly, with a basin of burning coals at her feet.

Isn't this the stream of consciousness mime on TV just now? "Sorry, I forgot to knock on the door." I immediately closed the door. I thought, well, although I thought the weather was stuffy, this fat woman was burning coals in her room most of the night to keep warm, which is obviously - everyone feels hot and cold differently! So the big truth of this little story told me is to learn to respect other people's feelings, and don't think that what you think is right. Others may come up with very different opinions or make different opinions based on different backgrounds and situations. Different actions, even if I don't agree with them, I have to understand and tolerate them.

As for the fat woman in the room and the fat woman on TV, it is of course a matter of probability.It's like I just finished watching the show "I Guess! I Guess! I Guess Guess!", and I went out to eat supper when I was hungry. I didn't expect to see the host Wu Zongxian parked beside him in a sports car while waiting for the traffic lights. It's just a coincidence!Am I going to slap on the windows of my sports car and yell about supernatural phenomena? Ha ha ha ha. It’s just that when I left with a smile, I always felt my heart was beating very hard, and I couldn’t help but look down on myself: “It’s so rare, why are you scaring yourself? Boring!” It's still early, you still have to sleep, and you still have to choose a room, remember?That crooked boss went to his friend's house to play mahjong and locked the entire hotel from the outside. I had no choice but to go out and have a blast. According to my feelings when I came in during the day, I don't think there are more than ten tenants. It doesn't make sense that this lousy hotel is full of people when I'm not paying attention, right?It's just that... because walking is very healthy, I don't want to stay on the third floor, so I go straight to the fourth floor. In front of Room 401, I stopped. Even though I felt that there was no one in the room, I remembered to knock on the door first this time. Boom. Boom. With no response, I slowly opened the room. ah? I forget if I actually called out, but the sight did take me back a step. One...one...how should I describe it? An old man was wrapped around his neck with a white cloth, and the white cloth went around something on the ceiling, and then hung the old man in mid-air. The bed had been moved so that the old man's feet were completely in the air. The old man swayed slightly, and the white cloth squeaked when it was too tight. "..." I was confused. The old man's eyes were wide open, and he looked at me helplessly. what!I see! I hurriedly bowed and said, "I interrupted your practice of Iron Neck Kungfu, I'm rude, I'm rude." Then closed the door. That's right!This old master who practiced martial arts in the middle of the night is wrapped around his neck like this, how is he going to open the door for me?He is concentrating on practicing his neck, so how can he have time to answer me in the room?On the contrary, I opened the door indiscriminately, which was too reckless. While blaming myself, I knocked on the door of another room. Four hundred and two. This time I knocked for a full minute before carefully opening the slit. After confirming that no one was there, I breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, if I open the room and continue to see someone practicing iron neck exercises in the room, or someone burning charcoal for warmth, I'm afraid I will... I really will... nobody. In short, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I rushed to the bed in one go. The moment I lay down, I immediately bounced up like an electric shock, and stood at attention facing the toilet. A scrawny woman squatted on an old-style toilet with her legs spread apart, holding a fruit knife in her hand, and looked at me blankly. I was burning all over, and a stream of heat trickled down my thighs and calves, seeping into my Nike sneakers. Because although the woman was holding a fruit knife, she didn't peel the fruit properly, but cut it on her wrist one by one, so that the ground next to the toilet was covered with black blood. Those cutting and cutting movements made me want to pee, but...but the toilet was already occupied by her, so I had to go straight down. Whether the woman was not interested in my presence, or simply stayed away, I don't know, and I don't want to know. "Sorry, I thought there was no one in the room! Ha...haha..." After I said this sentence stiffly, I raised my feet with the remaining strength and transported myself out of the room. It's really pitiful, that woman... No, I don't want to explain anymore, anyway, the fact is that I don't want to be in the same room with that woman who keeps cutting her hands, the pressure is so great! Standing in the middle of the corridor, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness, and the desolation and suffering of my state of mind pushed me to the limit—what a literary way of writing this!But really I just want to find a place to take my drenched pants off, let them dry, and lay down and sleep in a damn normal room! "I won't admit defeat. I paid for ten days. I can't give up after only one day." The poor also have the ambition that the poor must never lose. They don’t want to lose to the NT dollars they have paid, especially to the crooked boss who accepts the NT dollars with a wicked smile. I clenched my fists and gave up mentally, unknowingly I took off my shame pants. Holding wet and hot pants with my bare buttocks, I stopped knocking on the door. There were two rooms left on the fourth floor, so I opened them one by one to see which one would allow me to sleep until dawn. Four hundred and three. A naked man was sitting on the bed thinking about something, with a dirty plastic bag dangling around his head. I really couldn't figure out what strange game he was playing? "Excuse me." I said flatly and closed the door. Four hundred and four. In front of me, a burly man who stabbed dragons and phoenixes took up a pistol and blasted his head off without saying a word—it was a magical and realistic magic trick! "Excuse me." I said as I closed the door. I was exhausted, and every room on the fourth floor had its own characteristics, and there was no room for me. After struggling to reach the fifth floor, the situation of being full has not changed. The only difference is that the height is probably enough, right?Except for the young girl who lived in 503 who stuffed white pills into her mouth in front of me, the three tenants on this floor all had the habit of fancy jumping off the building. I don't understand, the Olympics are nothing compared to this, why do the residents on this floor engage in such dangerous exercise? It's half past one. On the verge of the limit. With my butt naked, I sat at the corner of the stairs, and I planned to sit like this until dawn. At this time, a little girl with a wet body was standing on the corner of the stairs. I noticed that there was no way up the stairs, only a safety door blocked by debris. Behind the security door should be the top floor. The wet little girl walked down slowly, slowly, slowly. Every time her little feet stepped on a step, she made a clack... clack... clack sound of water, not counting her head down, but her long hair covered her entire face, and I couldn't see any expression clearly. , but a strong musty smell hits my nostrils, as if it smells like the filter cotton on the aquarium that hasn't been cleaned for six months, that kind of smell. Approaching, approaching. The drenched little girl slowly approached me sitting at the corner of the stairs. Water drops, water drops. Pat, clack. "Hey, don't you talk about ghosts and water monsters, okay?" I burst out. The wet little girl who couldn't see her face stopped, as if stunned. If I were rich today and lived in a five-star hotel, it would be impossible for me to encounter such a thing! poor!I am poor! But is it wrong to be poor? When I thought of such a huge problem as the gap between the rich and the poor in society, and the small universe of the poor burning again, I said angrily: "Yes, you are very pitiful, but do you think you are miserable enough? Do you think you have fallen to the hanging point of the water tower?" Can I just keep scaring people like this? Let me tell you——my father was completely dissolved, and being dissolved is the king of the world of tragic death, okay?" "..." The drenched girl didn't continue to approach, but she didn't disappear with special effects. I don't know what she is thinking, and she definitely doesn't know what I am thinking, because I can't figure out my delicate inner world. The duel between the strong does not need words, so we just silently watch the dawn. I took a nap before dawn, and the little girl was gone. The water stains on the ground also disappeared. Early morning is the coldest time of the day. I bare my butt, and it was so cold that I had goosebumps on my scrotum, so I walked downstairs with the tyrannical mentality of "It's not as miserable as my father anyway", and returned to the third floor where I The first room he lived in, he kicked the door open. There was no one in the room, and there was nothing on the TV, only the morning light that shone through the brown window glass. "I want to sleep!" Like taking an oath at the athletes' congress, I solemnly raised my hands and shouted. Then I lay down and fell asleep. After tossing around for most of the night, this time I didn't wake up until almost noon. The first thing I do when I wake up is to rush downstairs. I yelled at my devastated boss, "Did you know that your hotel is full of ghosts!" The boss was reading the newspaper, and I was not surprised to see me struggling to survive: "How can there be ghosts everywhere?" The tone was so cheap, I exploded: "The ghost who hanged himself! The ghost who burned charcoal! The ghost who cut his wrists! The ghost who committed suicide by taking medicine! The ghost who jumped off the building! The ghost covered in water! A lot of ghosts! Don't follow me!" I said you haven't seen it!" "There are no ghosts in the rooms on the second floor." The boss said casually. "..." My chest seemed to be hit hard. The second floor, no ghost? "If you spent a little more money to live on the second floor, wouldn't you be fine? In fact, you are living well now, and you are fine. Young people are young after all. I don't guarantee that there will be no ghosts. Don't think that I will refund you. Money." "It's not a question of spending more money, it's a question of you installing pinhole cameras in all the rooms on the second floor!" Just as I was arguing for it, all of a sudden... I got it. I understand everything. The reason why this foul-mouthed boss installed pinhole cameras in every room on the second floor is because too many people came here to commit suicide, making the third, fourth, and fifth floors full of ghosts. This kind of thing is easy to spread in such a small town, and everyone in the local area must know the strange "grand occasion" of this hotel. In order to protect the only four remaining guest rooms on the second floor, the boss had to install pinholes to monitor the tenants not to commit suicide inside. If the second floor is also occupied, the hotel will have to close down completely! but! Do my shit! "Do you really think that people will come to live in a hotel with no ghosts on the second floor?" I was still very angry. "I don't care, anyway, if you want to live on the second floor, I will watch you." The boss snorted. "Okay! I'll show you! I want to live on the second floor!" "On the second floor, it's three hundred yuan a night. How long do you want to stay, boy?" "Then I'm going to transfer the money I paid you at the beginning to living on the second floor, 1,500, so..." "This won't work. How can we turn around like this? Above the second floor is above the second floor. The second floor is the second floor. If there are no ghosts on the second floor, of course you can't get a discount. Three hundred yuan a day is just right." The boss laughed very much. Rascal: "I said boy, our company has a system, which is not what I want, hahaha." what company?What system? Isn't this rotten hotel managed by you, a fat pig! I was so angry that I decided to write everything that happened here in the inspiration report I was going to give to Nine Knives, and then Nine Knives would definitely write what I saw and heard into a horror novel, and the novel would sell well. The hostel will become a haunted house that everyone knows, supernatural programs will also have crazy locations, and TV news that has been lacking for a long time will also join in. In less than half a year, this rotten store that has caused so much harm will definitely collapse! "It's kind! Just wait and see!" I yelled. "Then you have nine days left, do you want to continue living?" The boss seemed to be indifferent. "Of course! Don't think I'll admit defeat!" I kicked the counter plank hard enough before I yelled and left. Afterwards, I called the Consumers' Foundation to complain, but the Consumers' Foundation said that ghosts in the hotel were beyond their scope of action, and told me to call the "Xingtiangong Ghost Chasing Special Attack Team". Pushing and pushing, it really sucks! But after my boss Jiudao heard about my experience, he was not as surprised as I expected. "Listen to your fart." The nine knives in the phone were very indifferent. "It's true! It's super scary!" I almost collapsed. "I won't pay just to bluff, let's talk about it after showing evidence." Nine knives pressed the phone. In order to win the trust of my benefactor, it seems that I really have to live in this ghost place for the remaining nine days. This time I'm going to use a digital camera to take good photos of these scary suicide ghosts, and sell them to the bad guys for a good price of nine knives...