"Alright, you stay and keep watch tonight, stay alert, and I’ll co find you early tomorrow morning." After saying this, Yang Xiao planned to leave.
"Mr. Yang, wait, this is... this is the key to my room. I found it in the drawer of the room; it’s very nice and comfortable." Sato Shouta pulled a key out of his pocket and respectfully handed it to Yang Xiao.
"You keep it, I won’t be staying there." Yang Xiao declined without a second thought.
Sato Shouta frowned in surprise, "Then where are you staying? Which room?"
"Mind your own business." Leaving those final words, Yang Xiao stepped out, not forgetting to forcibly close the door for Sato Shouta as he left.
Staring at the door and the key in his hand, a hint of doubt appeared in Sato Shouta’s eyes. He could sense Yang Xiao was a good person, but he didn’t know why, he seed very resistant to his gratitude or invitation, yet he pledged that every word he said was sincere.
His father held a significant position in the city, and once they left and returned to the real world, he planned to invite Yang Xiao over to their ho as a guest, where their whole family would warmly welco him.
If Yang Xiao ever needed it, he’d be more than willing to persuade his father to offer him a decent job, which Yang Xiao certainly deserved.
Of course, if he managed to find that bastard Hasegawa Hideji after getting out, he would also use his father’s connections to show him the power of the Sato family.
Sato Shouta was a pushover, but his father, Sato Kojiro, definitely wasn’t.
"Mr. Yang is a very capable person. I must firmly follow him, listen to what he says, and not drag him down. He has helped so much already."
"Mr. Yang still doesn’t trust enough. It must be because I haven’t done well enough. I will let him see my determination, I definitely will!" Sato Shouta sat on the chair where Yang Xiao had sat and felt full of energy, starting to seriously keep watch, vowing to beco a useful person.
On the other side, Yang Xiao had already reached the corridor where Sato Shouta had previously stayed. He truly didn’t plan to stay in room 7023, because that place had been exposed. To survive longer, one must not only guard against ghosts but also against teammates.
This wasn’t him being overly anxious or paranoid. He had previously overheard Jiu Shan Sha Yue quietly asking Sakurai Miyuki, with the latter replying that Kato Atsushi suggested she stay in that end room.
Kato Atsushi, who lived on the sa floor as Sakurai Miyuki, was clearly intending to harm her, making her a potential substitute death.
Yang Xiao never intentionally hard others unless soone had first offended him, such as by doing so intolerable evil. Conversely, in nightmares, he would do his best to help those he could.
In the eyes of evildoers, he was tens of thousands of tis scarier than an Evil Cultivator, but in the eyes of the truly good, Yang Xiao shone brightly, which was the confidence behind his self-assured belief that he was a good person.
To punish evil and champion good, an eye for an eye—that is what true justice should be.
Yang Xiao finally chose room 7008, and after checking it, finding no issues, he settled in.
As the night deepened and grew colder, Yang Xiao didn’t take off his shoes, propping a pillow against the headboard, covering himself with a quilt, replaying the events of the night in his mind.
The ghost had appeared but didn’t kill anyone, which was even scarier than if it had. Yang Xiao couldn’t understand what it ant, but the unease within him grew stronger.
A little while ago, when everyone was gathered together, he had overheard Kato Atsushi murmuring sothing under his breath. The latter had sighed in relief, seemingly saying he could finally get a good night’s sleep tonight.
Typically, a ghost wouldn’t kill repeatedly, aning that if soone had to be killed, Sakurai Miyuki was the top priority target.
Although up to now Yang Xiao couldn’t comprehend how the newcor, Sakurai Miyuki, managed to dodge the ghost’s attack, he could tell she wasn’t pretending—she truly was a pure newcor.
After quite so ti, as Yang Xiao battled relentlessly against the rising tide of sleepiness, an unexpected event broke the silence in the hotel—a strange scream echoed.
Yang Xiao imdiately pinpointed the source of the sound, coming from downstairs, a man’s scream, though he couldn’t make out who it was right away.
But the most likely candidate was Kato Atsushi, as the sound was relatively loud.
Among the n living near the downstairs direction closest to him was Kato Atsushi, but also Mitsuo Takeda who might have encountered trouble during his night patrol duties.
By the ti Yang Xiao arrived, soone had already gotten there ahead of him. Indeed, it was on the 6th floor, several people nervously crowded outside a door, inside which a man’s cry of agony could be heard—it was definitely Kato Atsushi!
But the situation was a bit complicated. It sounded like Kato Atsushi wasn’t dead yet but was under a ghost’s attack, aning that if they broke in, they might encounter the ghost directly.
"Don’t go in, it could be a trap!" warned Tong Han in a low voice from outside the door. "All we hear are screams, but there are no sounds of struggling or running."
Yang Xiao listened for a while, confirming Tong Han’s suspicions. It indeed was too strange—inside the room, apart from the screaming, there were no other sounds, not even the sound of a cabinet being hit. It felt as if Kato Atsushi was performing a solo act, one with very convincing acting.
"It’s a fake. The real Kato Atsushi is already dead. After killing, the ghost mimicked his voice in the room, trying to lure us in," noted Shibuki Naoko warily.
Yang Xiao looked around. Nine people had co, the sa number as last ti—nobody from the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd floors had co, suggesting there was indeed so force that screened them off.
Last ti, there were ten people, including Jiu Shan Sha Yue, who had happened to co while on night patrol.
"What should we do? Are we... just going to wait here and do nothing?" Sakurai Miyuki’s face was filled with panic, her voice trembling.
"Get out of the way, don’t get in the way here!" Takagawa Hideji pushed Sakurai Miyuki aside and pressed an ear against the corridor wall, listening carefully.
He was also cautious, not pressing directly against the door.
"Should we call up the people from downstairs?" Takagi Sayo whispered, seemingly believing that with more people, they’d feel a bit safer.
Moreover, based on their deanor and deanor, the mature and steady Qingshui Cangjie and Mitsuo Takeda were more convincing.
"Don’t split up," Yang Xiao gave his answer, leaving the rest unsaid. He worried that sothing would happen if they scattered, plus... he didn’t think "Kato Atsushi" would keep screaming for much longer. Typically, once a ghost’s disguise was exposed, it should leave.
But this ti, the screams lasted much longer than Yang Xiao had anticipated, for at least several minutes. Besides the screams, there were also hurried breaths, almost as if the lungs were about to burst.
With the final few screams that didn’t sound human, the room returned to silence.
The several people outside the door didn’t dare to breathe heavily, waiting for a few more minutes to ensure everything was quiet before Yang Xiao stepped forward, raised a hand, and knocked a few tis—inside was utter silence.
"It’s gone," soone said, and then sighed in relief.
Hasegawa Hideji took a piece of wire from his pocket and nimbly picked the lock, but unfortunately, the door was bolted from the inside.
"Mr. Yamada, could you please knock it open for us, please?" Shibuki Naoko turned her gaze to the tavern owner, Yamada Kengohei, who was relatively fat, tall, and round, resembling a large barrel as he stood there.
Yamada Kengohei, not letting the group down, managed to break through the door with just two brute force charges. Inside, there was no sign of any struggle or ss; everything was orderly, with even a coat still hanging on the hook behind the door.
Continuing inside, they saw Kato Atsushi lying quietly in bed, covered with a blanket, everything nearby seed normal, with even a half-empty bottle of mineral water placed on the bedside table.
But the strange part was his eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, facial expression extrely twisted, as if he’d witnessed sothing truly terrifying before dying.
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