487: Chapter 487: The Player with a Luck Value of Zero (Seeking Monthly Pass) 487: Chapter 487: The Player with a Luck Value of Zero (Seeking Monthly Pass) The woman looked to be over forty, dressed in the hotel cleaner’s uniform.
Only her upper body was visible; her lower half was concealed by a cart filled with various items.
“Do you need your room cleaned?”
The cleaner’s voice was very young, a mismatch with her appearance.
Han Fei frowned slightly.
He realized that the cleaner’s voice was identical to the woman’s voice on the phone earlier, “Is the cleaner the hotel front desk?
She was the one who answered the call.”
His hand slipped into his pocket as he approached the cleaner with a smile, “I don’t need my room cleaned, but I did call for your room service just now.”
“Room service?
What room service?” The cleaner seed to hear about this hotel service for the first ti.
“I’m not too sure myself, soone on the phone asked if I needed it, and I felt bad for refusing, so I let them co over.” Han Fei had an air of refined gentleness, appearing as an innocent, naive young man to anyone.
“You’d better be careful,” said the cleaner, seeing that the hallway was empty and speaking in a very low voice: “The previous owner of this hotel was a pervert.
He dressed himself up like high society, deliberately luring young people, n and won alike, as long as they were handso or pretty, he’d approach them, then find every way to kill them.
Later, the police found several bodies in the hotel, all victims he had lured.”
“Then I really am in danger right now,” Han Fei was worrying about how to conduct his investigation when the cleaner showed up, seemingly quite talkative.
“Since then, hotel guests often receive strange phone calls, and so of them mysteriously died after receiving these calls,” the cleaner’s voice grew even lower, her complexion paler.
“Auntie, are you sick?
You look so pale?”
“You should worry more about yourself,” the cleaner’s voice beca fainter, as she quietly handed Han Fei two bottles of water: “Don’t wander out at night, and don’t randomly open your door to anyone.”
When receiving the water bottles, Han Fei touched the cleaner’s hand; it felt like touching a block of ice.
“Auntie, if you’re not feeling well, you should rest inside,” Han Fei suggested as he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, “Drink so water, take it easy.”
As he opened the bottle, murky “mineral water” with thin black worms crawling out in it.
But maybe due to the dim light, Han Fei didn’t see clearly and was about to force the bottle on the cleaner.
“We can’t drink things from the guests.”
The cleaner was ready to leave, but who was Han Fei?
The most understanding living person in the entire Death Building Area.
He used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to grab the cleaner’s arm, “Where’s your leader?
You’re sick and he’s still making you work, that’s outrageous, why don’t you take to him?”
“You don’t need to care, let go!” The cleaner shook off Han Fei’s arm and was about to push the cart away when Han Fei stepped out of his room, blocking her path.
“What exactly do you want to do?” The cleaner felt sothing amiss, seeing Han Fei pull out a knife handle from his pocket.
“Auntie, don’t be nervous, this knife can only kill bad people.”
“So what?” The cleaner, pushing the cart, looked puzzled at Han Fei.
“I want to see if you are a bad person.”
Han Fei smiled innocently as if his right hand held sunlight, a long-missed warmth flashed across the cleaner’s neck, and her body began to dissipate into dark energy all around her.
The cart fell over, revealing what Han Fei had not seen on the other side.
There, hidden, was the cleaner’s lower half, fused with the cart, sticky with blood and flesh, a horrifying sight.
“You must have killed quite a few people.”
The dispersed Dark Energy was absorbed by the Spiritual Altar, and Han Fei squatted next to the pushcart to start checking the “spoils of equipnt” that had dropped.
The Shrine Inheritance Task was the highest difficulty task.
After completing the E-level Shrine Inheritance Task, Han Fei found that these F-level common tasks didn’t seem too difficult.
“It’s just an ordinary regret, it seems the ghosts in this hotel aren’t too terrifying, there’s a good chance those players are still alive.”
After rummaging for a bit, Han Fei found a bracelet on the woman’s clothes, adorned with lucky charms and talismans.
“This poor craftsmanship feels just like the stuff Huang Ying brought from the Shallow World initially.”
The exorcism tools that players had placed their hopes in ended up being collected by the ghosts and turned into decorations.
Shaking his head, Han Fei had already lost hope in those items from the Shallow World.
In his view, there were only two ways to defeat Ghosts and Monsters, one was to get the help of other Ghosts and Monsters, and the other was to beco one.
Pulling the cart into room 404, Han Fei used the janitor’s mop and broom to restore the doorway, then he returned to the room.
Xu Qin was still sitting on the edge of the bed, boredly stepping on that “little pet” that resembled a Black Giant Python.
“Sister, why don’t we…”
Before Han Fei could finish, the door was knocked again, but it was different from before, as a faint light appeared in the corridor, as if soone was standing outside the door with a flashlight.
“Is anyone there?
Is there anybody in?” A man’s voice ca from outside the door, cautious in his speaking as if speaking too loudly would bring about fatal disaster.
Walking to the door, Han Fei opened it a crack, silently staring at the man outside.
The man was in a suit, like a white-collar office worker, looking refined and handso, but the glasses on his nose bridge were full of cracks, making him look rather embarrassed.
“I just heard your conversation with the Slaughterer, you’re a player too, aren’t you?”
“Slaughterer?”
Only a player would give such a grandiose na to a re regret.
Han Fei touched the Beast-faced Mask, slowly opening the door.
The man in the suit looked into the darkness with a glimr of hope, but when he saw Han Fei wearing the ferocious mask, he was truly startled.
He took several steps back before stopping, “You…
you’re a player, right?”
“You might say that,” Han Fei walked out from the room, his voice reassuring, “Why would you appear in a Hell-level difficulty Hidden Map?
To enter this map, you have to et very harsh requirents.”
Han Fei’s seemingly casual words were hinting to the other party that this was an extrely special hidden map that only top players could enter.
Hearing Han Fei say this, the man completely relaxed, “Thank heavens!
I’ve finally co across a player!
Big brother, my companions and I ended up here by accident and have been trapped on this map for a night now, can you lead us out?”
“What I’m more curious about is, how did you and your companions get in here?” Han Fei extended his hand, “eting is fate, let’s get to know each other first.
My na is Wei Youfu, and you?”
“Shen Luo, I’m a financial planning professional.”
The man didn’t think too much and shook hands with Han Fei, who thus successfully saw all the man’s attributes.
“Luck Value zero?
How did he manage to live and level up to eight?”
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