People streamed along the streets, and cars came and went.
Jiang Qiao walked forward aimlessly, lost in thought. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the hotel where he had once lived.
"Bro, looking for a room?"
The enthusiastically dressed auntie came over confidently, trailing a pungent cloud of perfume.
"It's very cheap."
The familiar auntie.
The familiar sales pitch.
Jiang Qiao felt inexplicably dazed and could not help asking, "Is this hotel legitimate?"
"Legitimate, legitimate."
"Our hotel is the most legitimate there is."
The smile on the auntie's face was as radiant as a withered chrysanthemum.
"Fine."
"I'll need an invoice."
Jiang Qiao spoke.
This hotel was not quite normal. Before Supernatural Revival, the owner's friend had provoked a ghost, and after Supernatural Revival, Paper Persons had appeared upstairs.
Hmm.
Paper Person was an old acquaintance, too.
Although he had never encountered that mysterious Paper Figure Maker face-to-face,
the two sides had clashed many times.
They were very familiar with each other.
He was somewhat curious.
When had this Paper Person appeared around the hotel, and why had it come here?
The simulated plot back then had not mentioned it. He only knew that there was a Supernatural Space in the building next door, where one of the Paper Figure Maker's clones was hiding.
This time, he would have to observe it carefully.
The hotel was passable.
Setting aside the fact that someone had done some inhuman things with the kettle, the suspicious stains on the sheets, and the pinhole cameras in the outlet directly opposite the bed, the ceiling light, and the curtain on the left...
Leaving those flaws aside,
the hotel had no advantages, but the owner was fairly friendly.
Especially after charging an extra ten yuan for Wi-Fi, his smile became just as radiant as