"Creak..."
Midnight arrived without a sound, and the deathly still Rose Hotel echoed with the turning of doors opening by themselves.
The doors opening were not limited to Room 412. It was the sound of many doors opening at the same time, blending together.
At first, Ji Li did not move. Only after every room had opened, when even the slightest sound carried with exceptional clarity through the silent night, did he hear a string of low footsteps.
The instant those footsteps sounded, he moved. Walking on tiptoe at an unhurried pace, he headed toward the doorway.
Standing at the boundary between his room and the corridor, he fixed his gaze on the open door next door.
A pitch-black figure emerged from Room 411. Thin and tall, it was not Wei Guang, but Gao Bo, who should have been dead!
The register, the room numbers, and the tenants—on certain people, these things showed bizarre contradictions.
Ji Li had no chance to verify it, but he was certain that the person who had walked out of Room 411 at midnight was Gao Bo, not Wei Guang. That seemed to represent some kind of information.
For example, the Gao Bo before him was a fake person, and the Gao Bo he had personally killed before had also been a fake person.
The real Gao Bo, Hou Guisheng, and Xiao Qian Duyue had to be among the ghost attendants, freed from their normal identities as Rose Hotel tenants.
In the silent corridor, another figure slowly emerged from Room 410 in addition to Gao Bo from 411. The figure was slender and graceful, its outline resembling a young woman.
"Is that Mei Sheng?"
Ji Li narrowed his eyes in the darkness and observed carefully. In the end, he confirmed that it was not Mei