That afternoon...
The hallway on the top floor of the hotel was still somewhat dim compared to outside.
For some reason, those auxiliary lights seemed impossible to fix. Even when they'd just replaced the bulbs with new ones, they started flickering again within a couple of days, as though they might go out at any moment.
Thankfully, it was daytime—afternoon, even—and the sunlight outside was still glaring. So it didn't matter much whether the lights were on, and their flickering wasn't all that bothersome.
The air still carried a faint musty smell mixed with a light fragrance. If you paid close attention, you might think it had something in common with the sandalwood incense in a funeral home's farewell hall.
Of course, none of that mattered!
Since one employee had fainted and been sent to the hospital, the hotel had assigned two new attendants, Xiaoling and Xiaojuan, to the luxury suites on the top floor.
As for why there were two of them, it was because word had spread about Shihan. No one dared take the position alone, even when the manager offered triple pay.
"..."
"..."
The two stood at the front desk, clutching the shift handover log. Every so often, they glanced toward Room 3303 at the far end of the hallway, as if it concealed some unspeakable horror.
"Hey—"
At last, Xiaoling couldn't hold back any longer. She lowered her voice, leaned close to her colleague Xiaojuan, and asked with a tremor of unease:
"You've heard about it too, right?"
"Shihan was scared unconscious in Room 3303 at noon. I heard she's still in the hospital and hasn't recovered yet!"
"We'd better be careful!"
At her words, Xiaojuan's face instantly paled. She gripped the logbook so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"I..."
"At first, I thought