Are You Human or a Ghost?
At eight in the morning, the hallway on the hotel's thirty-third floor was still shrouded in an eerie silence.
Of course, besides that, the golden dawn, tinged with a hint of pale white, slanted through the windows on either side of the corridor and fell across the dark red carpet—though who had replaced it, no one knew—casting mottled shadows from the window frames. The faint scent of sandalwood still lingered in the air, and standing there always made people feel an inexplicable pang of dread.
For Xia Juan and Xiao Ling, the hotel attendants who had arrived on time that day to report for duty at the VIP service counter in the spacious part of the thirty-third-floor hallway, this had already become nothing unusual.
By now, almost everyone knew that in this world, where the supernatural had returned—or, more accurately, where ghosts ran rampant—every inch of air was filled with ominous energy, every shadow concealed some unknown terror, and every strange sound might be a summons from the Grim Reaper. What they were seeing now was nothing serious by comparison.
In the midst of this endless darkness and despair, all they could do was stay constantly on their guard, grit their teeth, and struggle to survive.
In fact, even the mysterious Special Pollution Management Bureau was in the same situation. Ordinary hotel attendants like them could do even less.
Of course, none of that mattered!
What mattered was that the hotel's thirty-third floor was just as unsettling and sinister as ever, despite the sunlight streaming in.
Then they saw that, just like yesterday, the hallway's auxiliary light—the one that should have been on all the time—seemed impossible to fix. It gave off a dim yellow glow and kept flickering. They had heard the hotel