Good Comeback Hotel was a privately owned, two-story inn.
It was neither early nor late.
When Li Dahong entered the hotel, she saw a woman about her age sitting at the counter, her legs tucked up on the chair as she cracked sunflower seeds and watched television.
"We booked a room under Wei Guang."
Because of the damage to her lungs, her voice was now shrill and hoarse, her breathing ragged, and her anxious expression somewhat twisted.
The woman was focused on the television program. Without even looking up, she spat out a sunflower seed shell and mumbled:
"Give me your ID number and phone number."
Li Dahong was instantly left speechless. She could figure out the phone number, but where was she supposed to get an ID?
At the same time, Hu Nuannuan squeezed in through the entrance while dragging a body bag. She was already petite, and with her physical discomfort, even dragging it looked extremely difficult.
After all, the body bag contained a corpse that had been dead for far too long. Mei Sheng, in her block form, took up a great deal of space inside it, so the bag could not be fully zipped shut.
As Hu Nuannuan entered, an unmistakable stench spread through the air.
Only then did the hotel owner look up. The skin around her nose wrinkled as she fixed her gaze on Hu Nuannuan and the body bag, asking suspiciously:
"What are you carrying? That smell..."
Li Dahong was frantic. Things had stalled here. There was already trouble with the room Wei Guang had booked, and if the owner noticed something strange about the body bag, it would surely affect the bigger picture.
"It's... cough, cough, cough... it's nothing."
Even speaking was difficult for Hu Nuannuan now. Every breath felt as though