"Yes." The little boy picked up the dagger in his hand and bowed slightly to me.
I turned and left at once, with Chu Zhaixing following behind me. He smiled bitterly and said, "If it won't work, we should still leave. It's really terrifying when even a father wants to kill his own son."
"It's nothing." I shook my head and looked at him. "Our top priority is to uncover this hotel's secret. I have a feeling that secret is already right in front of us."
For the next few days, we continued investigating, but I noticed that more and more of the guests around us were dying. Many people's minds had become twisted. They had grown savage and violent, to an unbelievable degree.
Finally, one day, a woman came running to us in a panic. She was the Chinese woman who had abandoned Zeng Jian.
"Please, save me." She looked at Zeng Jian imploringly.
"What happened?" Zeng Jian asked.
"I don't want to stay with them anymore. I want to come back." The woman looked at him, her eyes filled with pleading.
Yet faced with her plea, Zeng Jian said, "Didn't you think Black people were great? How can you say something like that now?"
"They've all gone mad. They've watched everyone around them die, so they've become more and more insane. I can't take it anymore," the woman said.
"That's your own problem," Zeng Jian said.
I watched the scene before me with a cold laugh, my eyes full of disdain.
Just then, a Black man walked over. He looked at me fearfully, then pointed at the woman and said, "My girlfriend ran over here. I want to take her back!"
"That's your problem." I glanced at her indifferently.
"No, I'm not going! I don't want to go