Chapter 23 Chapter 23 "Dead End" Mass Hotel

I don't know and the little goat went to the "economy" hotel known for its low accommodation price. You can rent a very comfortable room for one night for only 50 Shankik, which is almost half the price of other hotels.As a result, "budget" hotels never felt under-occupied, and anyone who saw the words "cheapest room in the world" on the sign would come to this hotel without thinking.I don't know and the little goat paid fifty Sankik, got the key, found the room number, and came to a small, clean room with a table, a few chairs, and a wardrobe. There's a mirrored washbasin against the wall, and there's even a TV in the corner.

"Look," said the Kid with satisfaction. "Where do you get fifty Sankik rooms with a TV? Take my word for it, you can't find them anywhere. There's a reason it's called a 'budget' hotel." Quan Zhi and Little Goat opened the closet, put their hats on the shelf, and wanted to lie down to rest, but at this moment, a bell rang at the place where the light switch was usually, and a small light bulb like a red eye blinked.Don't know and the little goat glanced at the signal.I saw a flat metal tongue protruding from a small crack in the wall, with a hole at the end, and a line of words flashing under the tongue: "A Sankik".

"Oh, look at this!" cried the Kid, scratching the back of his head in chagrin. "I seem to understand what's going on, and I see, the electricity in this hotel we live in costs extra. You see, it's a little tongue, and if you don't put a Sankik, the light will go out , we have to get in the dark." Before he could finish speaking, the electric light under the ceiling went out, and the room was plunged into darkness. The little goat reached into his pocket, took out a Sankiq coin, and put it in the small hole at the top of the little tongue. The little tongue disappeared into the gap with the Sankiq immediately, and the light turned on again.

"It's all right now," said the Kid with a sigh of relief. At this time, Quan Wuzhi noticed that there was no bed in the room. "What are we sleeping on?" he asked puzzled. "Sleep on a rollaway bed," explained Kid. "It's often done in cheap hotels. No one needs a bed during the day anyway, so they fold it into the wall and put it down at night." I didn't know that I looked around and saw that the beds here were folded up like sleepers in a train carriage. The kid went to a bunk and tugged on the metal handle on the side of the bed.However, the bed board did not fall, but a small metal tongue protruded from the wall, and there were a few words blinking under it: "A Sankik".

"Cough, ghost!" cried the little goat. "So, it costs money to use the bed board!" He put a shank into the hole on the small tongue, the bed board immediately put the tongue disappeared one after another, as if swallowing coins, and then through the gaps opened in the wall, as if ejected from an automatic mechanism, one by one. A neatly folded bed sheet will come out, a pillow will come out after a while, and a quilt will come out after a while. The little goat made the bed, went to another bed, took medicine according to the prescription and made the bed for Quan Zhi.Since the two friends didn't want to sleep yet, they planned to watch TV.The little goat walked up to the TV and turned the knob, but the TV didn't turn on. Instead, a familiar little tongue protruded from it, asking for five shanks all at once.

"This is robbery!" said the little goat angrily. "It costs so much to watch TV!" He babbled a few words, but still took out five shankicks and put them on his little tongue.Five shanks were swallowed into the stomach of the TV, and the screen immediately lit up, flashing a scene from an unfamiliar film.The movie is a mess, a slew of cops and detectives catching a gang of criminals who have robbed some valuable property.The police kept searching, ambushing, and raiding, but the criminals tricked the police every time and escaped the pursuit. I don't know and the little goat watched the movie from the middle of the middle, so I couldn't figure out where the criminal was and what property he robbed.Somehow they had to figure it out, and at the same time they wanted to know if they had finally caught the criminal.

The plot of the movie became more intense at this time, dizzying chases, large-scale fights, deafening shootings and other scenes appeared one after another.Seeing the most interesting part when the bandit leader was about to be caught, the TV suddenly turned off, with a small tongue sticking out from it, and the words "Five Shankik" flickered again. "Here, let you eat!" The little goat muttered angrily, and quickly took out five more Sankik and sent them to the TV. The fluorescent screen lights up again as usual, and the gangsters rushed to save their leader.The police dropped tear gas on them, then called in armored vehicles for support, and then another chase, smashing everything they encountered along the way.

Still, Knockout and Kid couldn't make it to the end of this riveting film. When the little tongue stuck out again for the fifth time, the little goat said: "Forget it! We are not mean, but we can't just throw money away! Besides, it's time to go to bed." The kid decided to wash his face before going to bed, so he went to the wash-basin, but here he spent another Sankik each for water, soap, and towels. After the kid was washed, he didn't know to start washing.But just as he was soaping his face, something clicked and the water stopped.I don't know how to turn the faucet left and right, or knock it with my fist, it doesn't work.The soap kills the eyes is unbearable, and there is no water to flush.I didn't know that I had to call the little goat for help.Seeing that the situation was not good, the little goat ran to the faucet. Just at this time, the light went out, and the room was dark again.The only things that can be seen clearly in the darkness are the blinking red eyes on the wall and the small metal tongue slightly protruding from under it.

The little goat thought that he was going to ask for electricity money again, so he ran towards the little tongue while taking Sankik out of his pocket.In the blink of an eye, the little tongue licked the money down, disappeared into the wall, and the light came on again.The little goat fixed the lamp in this way, and ran to the washbasin again, and saw that there was also a little tongue sticking out asking for water money. "You are an insatiable stomach!" scolded the kid. "Didn't I already pay for it! Here, eat more if you think it's too little!" Here too a shank was swallowed immediately, and water flowed from the tap again, without knowing it, to wash away the eye-killing soap.

The Kid sighed heavily, and counted out the money that was left, and said he must lie down and go to bed quickly, for they had very little money.The friends undressed and crawled into bed, but their expenses did not stop there.After a while, they felt that the room was getting colder.No matter how they wrapped themselves in quilts, as the saying goes, they were freezing cold.Later, the kid got up and wanted to ask for a warmer room.He ran to the door.Seeing a row of buttons on the wall, which read: "waiter", "communicator", "cleaner", "receptionist", he pressed these buttons vigorously, but the result was only some small tongues protruding from the wall, each Stubbornly demanding; "A Shankick", "A Shankick", "A Shankick".

"You are all crazy!" said the Kid angrily. "Where the hell am I going to get you some sankirk!" At this time, Quan Wu saw two buttons on the wall with the words "heating" and "ventilation" written on them. "Wait," he said. "We probably forgot to turn on the heat." He pressed a button, at which point a small tongue protruded from the wall, declaring a wish for a Shankirk. "This is the last time for me!" muttered the Kid as he took money out of his pocket. Sanjik worked its magic.There was a low roar, and hot air blew into the room from the gap under the washbasin.The friends felt that the room was warm, so they got into the bed and fell asleep warmly. In the morning, they woke up early and wanted to leave the hotel as soon as possible so that they could keep the remaining money.However, they encountered Ma Che again, that is, the wardrobe door where they kept their hats was tightly closed.The little goat tugged at the handle for a long time, only sticking out a small tongue from the cabinet door, asking for a Sankik as a fee for keeping the items.The little goat saw that there was nothing he could do, so he had to reach into his pocket for money again. "To hell with you!" He was furious. "This isn't a hotel, it's a looting house. When you stay here, you don't just lose your hat—look, you seem to have to take off your trousers, and you can't even sneeze without paying." They ran into a snack bar, ate a quick breakfast, and hurried to the station, hoping that Wink and Liar would arrive before the train arrived.But their hopes were in vain, the train arrived, and the little wink and the big liar still didn't come. "It's clear now that they lied to us and ran away with the money," said the kid. They both looked for work again, but nothing came of it for a day.The little goat said it didn't matter, because the "Happy Playground" was about to open, and he could try to make some money there.Quan Zhi and the little goat came to the street where the amusement park we already knew was located, and saw that the little man from yesterday had recovered and was standing on the stage dodging the rubber ball flying towards his face.Although he had a large bruise under one eye, the little man seemed accustomed to ignore such minor injuries. "Well," said the Kid, "I guess it's all right, and in a while somebody's going to hit him hard with a ball and knock him down, and then I can go and take his place." The Kid was right in his estimation.Soon, a man threw a ball so powerfully that the dwarf couldn't dodge it.This time it was the other eye.The poor wretch covered his wounded eye with one hand, weeping from the pain, and ran home in a hurry.The Kid felt sorry for the unfortunate little man, and at the same time was glad that he was able to earn some money. But before he could introduce himself to his boss, a little man standing nearby jumped up on stage and shouted, "Now here I am! Throw it in my face." Immediately he stuck his head through the hole in the screen and the ball started flying towards him. The new little guy was a good actor, and he dodged the ball deftly, but he knew the audience didn't like the ball to miss it, so now and then he put his head down and let the ball hit his forehead deliberately.The ball hit his forehead and bounced off, causing no harm to him, but the little man pretended to be hit hard by the ball, fell down on the stage from time to time, came out from behind the scenes, and stretched out his legs to beat him.This amuses the audience and attracts more passers-by.The boss is very satisfied with meeting such a good staff. Still hopeful, the Kid thought the bold man wouldn't last long, but the man held out until the fairground closed. "Now we have to go to bed without supper," said the Kid sadly. "Don't you have any more money?" "Now there are only twenty Sankik left in total, but we have to pay for the hotel with this money." "Maybe it's better to spend the money on something to eat, and then just spend the night on the street!" Quan Mo asked. "What are you talking about! How can that be done!" said the little goat, waving his hands in horror. "Have you forgotten what I told you about Fool's Island? It's better to endure without food than to fall into the hands of the police." "When you're hungry, I'm afraid you'll be willing to go to Fool's Island." Quan Zhi nags. "Yes, that's the case," agreed the Kid. The two friends walked all over the city while talking.The farther they moved from the city center, the fewer bright shop windows and bright advertising lights, the shorter the houses and the smaller the windows.Gone are the asphalt sidewalks, replaced by cobblestone roads with potholes, ditches, and litter piles.The sight oppressed Omniscient.The names of these streets alone can be off-putting.In areas where the rich live in the city, the common street names are Bright Street, Happy Street, and Joyful Boulevard Street, but here the commonly used names are Poverty Street, Dark Street, Dirty Street, Marsh Street, and Muddy Street. Unaware that he and Xiao Shanping had come to a desolate and remote place, he asked, "Aren't we going to the "economy" hotel today?" "Not going, brother," said the Kid. "We can't afford a 'budget' hotel today. We only have ten shankirks apiece, and that's enough money to spend the night in the poor little 'dead end', that's the name of the hotel," explained the Kid. Our friends walked through the Great Desolate Street, turned into the Little Desolate Street, passed the No. 1 Desolate Alley, the No. 2 Desolate Alley, and the No. 3 Desolate Alley, and came to a back alley called Garbage Alley.At the end of this alley there is a big gray building that looks like a big garbage can. People come and go, the front door keeps opening and closing, and a plaque hangs on the top of the door, which reads: "Dead end" mass hotel. It is uncertain whether the inn has that name because it is located in a cul-de-sac, or because there is an inn with such a name. Quan Shi and the little goat walked through the door and came to the account room with a small window.The little goat glanced at the window and asked, "Are there any beds for two Tenkirks?" A person (who was standing on the side and didn't know who it was) replied: "Yes, on the second floor, beds No. 215 and No. 216." The little goat handed the money into the window and got two plates made of tin, with the numbers on them: "215" and "216". "What does negative second floor mean?" Quan Wu asked. "Why is it still negative?" "This building is built not only up, but also down, down into the ground," explained the little goat. "The upper floors are positive, and the lower floors are negative. The second negative floor is the second underground floor." "Why don't we want the ones above?" "The one above is expensive," replied the kid. "We will move up when we have money." Our friends descended a dirty wooden staircase to the second basement, and entered a door into a large room.The ceiling was low, battered, and smoky.The first impression that I didn't know was that I was in prison again.The same folding bed with the little man on it, the same iron stove and the long chimney that ran through the room, and the same dim electric lamp hanging from the ceiling.The only difference is that it's a lot dirtier and a lot more crowded.The beds were not made of plastic like in prisons, but of unplaned blackened wood, and the beds were so cramped that it seemed that even a finger could not fit between the little dwarfs lying there. Unlike the tortured inmates in prison, the people here enjoy far greater freedom.Everyone here thinks he has the right to do whatever he wants.Many people not only baked potatoes in soot, but also boiled soup in tin cans, and baked a long, shapeless bread on hot tin chimneys.On these chimneys, mixed with the bread, there are still someone's socks, washed and dried underwear, torn clothes full of holes, and even someone's shoes. The smell in the room was suffocating from all that was baked, boiled, baked, dried, and smoked, and I couldn't breathe, and my eyes stared at gold stars.He felt dizzy, staggered, and touched the wall with his hands.The little goat suddenly turned pale when he saw nothing, so he immediately helped him up, saying that it was okay, that it was because he was not used to it, and it would get better with time. "Try not to breathe through your nose. Breathe through your mouth," advises the Kid. I don't know how to pinch my nose with my fingers.He took a short breath and regained consciousness. "Now you will be all right," said the Kid soothingly. He took the arm of the ignorant and led him through the rows of beds like a maze.The little goat stopped when he saw the number plates "215" and "216" nailed to the bunks. "This is our bunk," he said. Without knowing anything, he climbed onto the bunk, and saw that there was no mattress here, and instead of a pillow, it was a piece of log. "What is this?" he asked in surprise. "How do you sleep here?" "You will be able to sleep," replied the little man in the next bunk. "If you want to sleep, you can sleep on the bare wooden board! If you don't want to sleep, you can't fall asleep even if you lie on the eiderdown mattress." "You're right, man," echoed the other little man. "In the past, there were cushions and pillows in this store, but, can you believe it, it turned out that no one could sleep." "Why is that?" Quan Wuxiang asked. "Because there were bedbugs and other biting bugs in the mattress. Because of the bugs, would you believe, nobody could live. Then, the mattress broke, and the innkeeper, Little Worse, decided not to buy a new one, and Ordered the old one to be burned with the bugs. He did a good job, and he'll be all right after that." "We're all right, and Mr. Bad is not bad, because he doesn't have to pay for a mattress," put in another little dwarf, "You, old man, don't be so pissed," said the first dwarf. "He's a good little man. Our real benefactor. That's what the papers say. If it weren't for him, a lot of little men would have no place to live! It's not like you'd find ten Shankirks in a hotel." A bed? ... Cough, you! No wonder people call you Little Stubborn!" "No wonder people call you Little Easy," replied Little Stubborn. "Do you think Xiaobai built this hotel just to please us? No, he did it for his own benefit!" "What's in ten Shankirks! If it's for profit, he can build a hotel, and a room requires one Fielding, or even two Fieldings. But he cares about the poor, those who don't take advantage of Fielding." Ding's people, that's what the newspaper said!" "You're so stupid, old man! Whatever the papers say! A good hotel costs a lot of money, and it costs money to keep it clean, and in a good hotel you can get a whole room for a Fielding, and Here, look how many of us are stuffed, they are stacked one on top of the other! Ten Sankirks per person, which is more profitable than one Fielding per room." The little goat said. "It is said that this little bastard has bought land cheaply in the suburbs of every city to build this kind of dumpster-style hotel," Xiao stubborn said. "Yes, the income is good! There are poor people everywhere!" "Don't listen to him, brother," the little easygoing man turned to Quan Shi and whispered. "You'd better go to sleep. You have made a good bed, which is the middle berth. Sleeping on the upper berth is suffocating, because the heat always goes up, and the lower berth is dangerous, because you may be bitten by rats." "Rats--that's the worst thing that ever happens to be in any of the inns that little bastard runs," said the Kid. "I stayed at the little lousy hotel in Crush last year. There a dwarf had a mouse bite his neck. What a shame for the poor fellow! He had a big swelling on his neck the size of two fists, Really, I’m not lying! Since then, I’ve always been afraid of mice biting me, and somehow I always feel that mice will definitely bite my place like that little dwarf.” The little goat said, pointing to his neck. "Can rats bite people who sleep in the middle bunk?" Quan Wu asked. "Rats can do anything," said Little Stubborn. "Of course, the first thing it considers is to bite the person sleeping in the lower bunk, but there are also lawless mice, which run around like wild horses and bite anyone. It doesn't care what bunk you sleep in!" "Why are you talking about mice! Have you nothing else to talk about?" cried a little man lying on the top bunk. "I'll come down and gag your throats right away!" The dwarfs were silent.The nasty smell was not so unpleasant to the omniscient sense of smell, but it was unbearably stuffy. Quan didn't know that he wanted to sleep, so he began to take off his shirt, but Little Stubborn said, "I advise you not to take it off, you will get bitten!" "What bite?" Quan Wu asked strangely. "You'll find out after a while." Little Stubborn said with a sneer. Quan Zhi decided to listen to his stubborn advice since he was a child, and lay down on the bunk without taking off his clothes.After a while, he felt a small animal crawling on him and biting hard.I didn't know how to scratch it, almost bleeding from the scratch, but it didn't matter. "You'd better not scratch, brother," the little easygoing advised him. "You scratch yourself, they bite harder, bed bugs are very sensitive to the smell of blood." "Didn't you say that the bedbugs have already burned the mattress?" Momo murmured. "That's no big deal! Those burnt to death and new ones popped up. There are fewer bedbugs after all. You can't imagine how many there were before, man. It's much better now! You just have to bear with it at first, they suck." When you are full of blood, you should sleep, and bedbugs also sleep. Knowing nothing, however, didn't want to wait for the bug to suck his blood.Although he endured it for a while, he even jumped to the floor.Started pulling these nasty bedbugs down your body.The air below is not so suffocating, so I didn't know it and wanted to sit on the floor overnight, thinking that the bedbugs would not think of coming here to find him.He was sitting down on the floor, dozing off with his back against a wooden post, when he felt something touch his foot.He opened his eyes, and saw a fat gray mouse on the right in front of him, sticking out its pointed head with a beard, and sniffing his shoes with the tip of its nose moving. "Yo! Damn it!" Quan Zhi was startled, and retracted his feet. The mouse ran aside in a hurry, stopped not far away, and looked at Quanzhi with those small eyes that were as bright as beads.Quan didn't know and looked around in panic, and saw another identical mouse crawling out from under the bunk, with the tip of its nose moving in the same way.Knowing nothing about sleeping among bedbugs than rats, he crawled back into his bunk.This time, Quanzhi decided to follow the advice of the little easy-going, lying quietly and willingly feeding the bedbugs. Everyone around him spat.Quite a few dwarfs had caught colds and were wheezing and coughing.Someone is tormented by nightmares.Every moan, grunt, or cry made them shudder involuntarily.Unaware that seeing other dwarfs was suffering too, he ignored his own pain, the noises, shouts, wheezing, and bug bites.And for some reason he remembered the buns, so he began to calculate how many days the food stored in the rocket would last him. Quan didn't know that the food reserves were enough for forty-eight travelers for ten days. He multiplied forty-eight by ten.He did this in order to know how many days there would be enough food for one person instead of forty-eight.The number is four hundred and eighty.He didn't know that if he counted the whole number, there are three hundred and sixty days in a year and thirty days in a month, so he calculated that there is enough food in the rocket for one year and four months. Knowing that there is no immediate threat of starving to death from lack of food, Little Bread is relieved.The calculations made Quan Zhi very tired, his eyes closed involuntarily, and he fell asleep.