"That's not right. There should be one more corpse. Why... why can't we find it?" Wu Dali looked like a human torch, with flesh hanging from his face like strips of bark. His voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell.
The shock of witnessing this scene was beyond words. No one knew who fired the first shot, but soon the gunfire erupted like a string of firecrackers, and there was no stopping it.
The person who had gone down didn't even have time to climb back out before the barrage riddled him with bullets.
But Wu Dali, whose body had been torn apart by more bullets than anyone else's, seemed not to feel a thing. He kept his head bowed and swung his tool, digging again and again. "Where's the body? Why can't I find it? Why can't I find it?!"
Wu Dali's voice grew more and more frantic, and the people around him scrambled away in every direction.
After returning home, the officer in charge shut himself inside and lived in constant fear. A few days later, in the dead of night, he suddenly went mad. He shot his wife and children with his service pistol, then set fire to the bedroom, burning his entire family to charcoal.
Of course, that included himself.
Even more bizarrely, people who had visited the fire scene recalled that when the officer's body was found, it was lying neatly in front of a full-length mirror in his home, with both hands resting on his chest. He looked perfectly peaceful.
After a series of incidents, the rumors that the Luo Man Hotel was haunted were finally confirmed beyond doubt. For a long time afterward, plenty of people who didn't believe in ghosts took over the hotel and renovated it. Without