Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 420 Front Desk

Xu Han: "..."

He hesitated for a long time, then said, "How about we look around on the first floor and see if we can hide somewhere?"

Judging from the eerie state of the elevator when they came down... there must be a lot of strange things on the second, third, and fourth floors of the hotel.

"can."

He Lingling nodded, "It's fine to look for it first."

There's really no other way but to keep looking.

Xu Han breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his chest.

"Then, I'll hold your hand, and you have to be careful when you walk, okay?"

As he spoke, Xu Han lowered his head and took He Lingling's hand. His gaze lingered on her messy hair for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but touch it.

He Lingling was taken aback.

Xu Han also felt inexplicably flustered and quickly withdrew his hand to explain:

"I... I noticed your hair was messy, so I thought I'd straighten it for you—"

"Ah."

He Lingling responded, then gripped Xu Han's hand tightly and whispered:

"As I walked forward, I thought I heard the sound again."

Xu Han looked up instantly and said urgently:

"We need to hurry, we have to go quickly..."

The first-floor corridor was eerily quiet.

Xu Han carefully led the unseen He Lingling through the shadows, occasionally glancing warily back at other dark corners.

He didn't actually see anything, but he just felt uneasy.

While Xu Hanmai was busy paying attention to his surroundings, He Lingling, who was next to him, suddenly turned around. Her large, almost black pupils stared blankly at the storage room they had just left.

On the door of the storage room, with a series of impacts, countless tiny, dense holes appeared, and blood slowly dripped down the door.

"...Liar...Liar...Liar...You're lying to me..."

Amidst the faint light, the reporter's pained mutterings reached her ears, causing He Lingling to furrow her brow almost imperceptibly.

"what happened?"

Xu Han noticed that He Lingling's hand trembled slightly while holding his, and quickly turned around.

"I think I heard a reporter's voice..."

He Lingling spoke frankly, but was also somewhat uncertain.

“He’s crying…” He Lingling whispered, “and he’s crying and saying you’re all liars…”

Xu Han got goosebumps. He licked his dry lower lip. "No way... Wasn't he locked in the storage room? He can't be out this fast, can he? If he's out this fast, are we even going to survive? Besides, didn't he just cry and say we were liars?"

He Lingling remained silent for a few seconds before shaking her head. "Not necessarily. It could also be a side effect of the 'Ghost Eye'."

"Ghost Eye" is a rather overpowered prophetic talent skill. Its side effect is that it causes players to temporarily lose their mobility and vision, and the aftereffects are naturally quite serious... similar to causing the player who hosts it to have illusions.

This illusion may be real... or it may be false.

He Lingling had a very bad feeling about the NPC who claimed to be a reporter.

He Lingling suppressed the growing fear in her heart, subconsciously tightened her grip on Xu Han's hand, and urged him:

"Faster, don't worry about whether I can keep up," He Lingling said after a pause of one second.

“I used to be blind more often, so the roads here aren’t difficult for me.”

She was telling the truth.

The corridors of the Fulin Hotel are completely unobstructed, flat and smooth. If you ignore the sticky feel of the floor underfoot, it would be an area particularly suitable for the blind.

Sticky?

He Lingling was stunned for a moment.

Was the floor as sticky as the third floor when they first came down?

At the same time, Xu Han's excited voice rang out, "He Lingling, I saw the receptionist who gave us the room cards. She looks pretty normal. Should we ask her? Maybe it'll trigger some plot development..."

Xu Han's restrained and low voice was like a thunderclap in He Lingling's ears. He Lingling suddenly realized something, and her lifeless pupils suddenly contracted!

She cried out, "No! Get out of there! Get away from that receptionist! Hurry! Hurry!"

Although Xu Han was a little confused, his best quality was his obedience. Upon hearing this, he didn't ask why and simply turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

But, it's too late.

Almost the instant they turned around, He Lingling and Xu Han simultaneously felt a chill run down their spines.

Xu Han glanced back, and his heart skipped a beat.

At the front desk, the receptionist, who had seemed perfectly normal, turned around and found that the other half of her face was completely devoid of flesh. Her stark white bones were covered with wriggling maggots and rotting flesh, and deep within her skeletal eye sockets lay an endless, chilling malice.

The receptionist also saw Xu Han turn around. A smile slowly appeared on the other half of his pretty, normal face. Similarly, a smile also appeared on the other half of his white bones, which were now just rotting flesh and maggots.

“Madam, sir,” the receptionist’s sweet voice escaped from her half-healed, half-rotten lips:

"Why are you on the first floor so late? Do you need any help?"

The moment that sentence ended, the receptionist slowly stood up, revealing the severed arm wound, with dark blood flowing continuously down the cut—

Xu Han was so frightened that he exclaimed "Holy crap!" and forgot all about the difference between men and women. He picked He Lingling up by the waist and carried her like a sack of potatoes, frantically running towards the other corner of the corridor.

He Lingling, who felt nauseous and gagged from being pushed so hard in the stomach, was speechless.

He Lingling struggled to turn her head from Xu Han's shoulder. She couldn't see anything, so she could only keep her eyes wide open, trying to see something in the boundless darkness in front of her, while enduring the nausea.

But all she could see was darkness.

The thick, dense darkness enveloped her pupils inch by inch, making it impossible for her to see anything.

The receptionist's sweet laughter grew closer and closer.

She noticed He Lingling's gaze and her smile deepened. "Madam, are you looking at me like that because you need any help?"

He Lingling: "..."

She blinked silently.

The receptionist realized something and instinctively looked into her eyes.

He Lingling's ridiculously large black eyes were frozen in a colorless state under the dim light... In short, she looked like a blind person who couldn't see anything at all.

Front desk staff: "..."

She remained silent for a long while, and several more maggots crawled out from the eye sockets of her rotting half-face.

He Lingling seemed to sense her speechlessness and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I can't see you."

Front desk staff: "..."

Because of the nature of her work, she subconsciously looked down at the notebook hanging in her breast pocket—it contained some "things" that she, as a hotel employee, had to remember.

Similar to... having guests with disabilities or other inconveniences.