Chapter 139 Last Words 12

The hotel owner saw a woman outside the door, and I also saw it, but he should not have seen it clearly. After the boss screamed, he almost collapsed to the ground, subconsciously supported her with his hands on the ground and tried to move his buttocks and retreat.

I also knew that something was wrong. I stepped back a few steps and turned on the desk lamp on the bedside table. Unexpectedly, the lamp did not light up as I pressed the switch.

At this moment, I felt an unusual shade, and the woman outside the door moved to the house with the hotel owner's retreat.

Now I couldn't help feeling hair. The real woman who came into the room was not at all, but the plastic model I had seen on the second floor, but the sculpted face, with a pair of big eyes shining with strange red light.

The model's feet slowly moved forward on the ground, the prosthetic hand on the left stretched forward, and the red nails seemed to shine coldly.

I jumped to ** almost reflexively and leaned my back against the corner of the bedside.

The hotel owner was still almost lying on the ground and was almost forced to the bedside table by the plastic model. Probably in a desperate situation, he suddenly half raised his body, reached out to grab the lamp on the bedside table, and smashed the model hard.

At the moment he turned around, the model's prosthetic hand stretched forward also touched his back, which was right in his back.

I saw that the boss's body was obviously stiff and thought what would happen to him. Unexpectedly, he just stood up. The boss still grabbed the desk lamp and threw it back at the plastic model's head.

Although the desk lamp is metal, it is actually very light. I don't know if the boss uses a lot of strength, but the model is relatively fragile. He is hitting the right side of the model's head and actually breaks a large piece of the model's head, even breaking half of his eyes.

And the model's head seems to be not very strong. As soon as the plastic head is crooked, it falls off the body and falls to the ground, rolling.

To be honest, when I saw the plastic model touch the boss's body, I thought that the model would plunge his hand directly into his back heart, but now it seems that I just touched it and was smashed off my head by the boss, as if there was nothing terrible.

As soon as the dummy's head fell, his body immediately stopped moving. Even the boss was obviously stunned and was a little at a loss holding the desk lamp. But I couldn't allow him to breathe a sigh of relief, and something unimaginable happened.

I saw the boss lift his hand without the lamp and scratch the right side of the top of his head. Maybe he felt itching. Then he turned his head and looked at me inexplicably. I was surprised to find that there were several small cracks on the right side of his forehead. At first, I didn't pay much attention because it was not obvious, but gradually, I didn't see it. The widening cracks even began to break piece by piece. The huge cracks instantly covered half of his face, and the fragments kept falling from his head to the ground.

I saw half of his head broken into pieces, and I couldn't even see the expression on his face. I could only see his head leaning back, and the remaining half of his head fell back from his body to the ground with his neck, but there was not a drop of blood from the fracture, as if the hotel owner was also a dummy.

The boss, who had no head, actually stretched out his hand to me, as if he had gestured me, and finally took the same posture as the plastic model and stopped moving.

I suddenly had a feeling that the model came to take the life of the hotel owner and didn't seem to be planning to deal with me. At this time, I should have run away, but subconsciously, I actually thought of my clothes and trousers, especially the money in it.

I don't know how I summoned up my courage, let alone recall how I went to get the clothes next to the hotel owner's headless body. Anyway, I not only got back the clothes, but also walked out of my room.

I forgot to look at the time, and I don't know when, but it's still dark outside. It seems that there is still a long time before dawn, but at that time, I no longer had the idea of not entering the mountain after dark, and almost mechanically embarked on the road into the mountain.

I think I was in a muddle-headed state at that time and didn't notice my direction at all. When it was dawn, I gradually came to my senses and found myself lost. What's more terrible is that I didn't buy anything to prepare for entering the mountain except for a little money left.

After that, I have been trying to find the direction of the temple. In fact, there was a map drawn by myself, but I forgot it in the luggage of the bus.

I regret walking forward. I have forgotten how many laps I have walked in the mountains and how many days I have walked. Fortunately, when I was in my hometown, I also ran into the mountains when I had nothing to do. I also know some common sense of basic wild life. There is no problem to eat and drink, and the mountain seems to be very clean. Not only is there not much beasts, but also no such thing. I have seen it.

Or the reason why there is a temple in the mountain, I think nonsense.

But even so, I still didn't find the right direction. My depression and physical fatigue eventually made me unable to move forward.

In a daze, I actually saw Uncle Ye.

I thought it was dazzling or an illusion in my head, but when he set me up, I knew it was not a dream.

Soon I was helped back to the temple by Uncle Ye. At this time, I realized that I was not too far from the temple, but I didn't find the right way. After resting for more than a long time, I feel that I have finally survived.

Uncle Ye told me that he didn't know why. He felt uneasy in the morning and always felt that something had happened, so he came out to have a look and found me by coincidence.

I couldn't help smiling bitterly. I didn't know what to say for a moment. I just told Uncle Ye about what I often saw ghosts recently. He analyzed that it might be because of the trouble in that place and the experience of saving my father, which made the yang in my body gradually decline.

Since it was also a guess, I didn't continue to ask, but thought of asking him about the monkey's situation.

Uncle Ye said that not long after I left, the monkey also left the temple. He should be looking for a way to find Ye Wenmo. For half a day, he was preparing to go to the town post office to see if there was any news about the monkey.

He knew that I had left the relither to my father and didn't say much. He just told me to stay with him just in case.

I nodded repeatedly. I don't know if I will not see those things again when I am with Uncle Ye.

When I went to the town with Uncle Ye a few days later, I passed by the hotel and heard several people talking about the death of the hotel owner late at night, saying that he was divided into pieces after the boss was found dead the next day. He immediately called the police, but the police had not found the murderer of the boss. Instead, The body of the tailor who used to live on the second floor was found in the kitchen behind him, and it was initially suspected that the boss was the murderer.

Suddenly, I understood that the reason why the plastic model killed the hotel owner was probably to avenge the tailor, or the ghost of the tailor attached to the model. A week ago, was it the "first seven" of the tailor? It seems that the hotel owner is not a good person. That's right. He also pretended to steal my money.

Fortunately, I didn't leave any ID number at that time. There was no evidence to prove that I was there, and it should not be found on my head.

The monkey left for a long time without any communication, and Uncle Ye and I were almost in a daze. Maybe the relizi really worked. During the days of staying in the temple, I only felt calm, which can be said to be the most peaceful day I have lived.

Gradually, I actually fell in love with the life in the temple, which was very plain and clear-hearted. Later, I planted vegetables and read scriptures in my spare time. After a while, I will also go to the town with Uncle Ye to make up some fate, and second, to see if the monkey has sent us any news.

But after a long time, Uncle Ye and I began to worry again. The monkey had no feedback at all, and even he couldn't know anything about the situation.

We can't help but be at a loss.