Chapter 116 White Candle

Benfu couldn't hold back his nosebleed after hearing this. He subconsciously used one hand to stop it, but his hand was covered with blood. He was in a panic and looked very embarrassed.

After a while, everyone looked at Chen Xiaomeng with a wonderful look.

When Chen Xiaomeng reacted and took out the rope in anger, wanting to kill the bastard in front of him immediately, a burst of exclamations suddenly broke out in the crowd.

Everyone stared at the rope in Chen Xiaomeng's hand, as if some strange idea was confirmed.

So before the village chief arrived, Chen Xiaomeng only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and was so angry that he couldn't drink anymore, while Jiang Cheng drank three bowls and ate all the pickled cucumbers as a side dish.

Finally, he tentatively asked Chen Xiaomeng if she wanted to drink more, until he saw the latter's livid face, he gave up.

It seemed that because of the unpleasantness with the store owner yesterday, the village chief and his group just stood in front of the store, but did not come in, but looked inside from time to time.

After seeing the village chief, Zhou Rong stood up from the table and walked over first.

"Please wait a moment," Zhou Rong said, "I'll go find the boss to return the key first, and then I'll go with you."

The old village chief with wrinkles on his forehead rubbed his hands excitedly and smiled, "Don't worry, your willingness to come is the good deeds of our ancestors."

Hearing this, Yu Man, who was leaning on a wooden chair with her legs crossed in a very suggestive posture, sneered and said, "If your ancestors had good deeds, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Of course, her voice was not loud, and only a few people around her could hear it.

Li Lu frowned and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, the store owner still didn't show up. From morning until now, no one had seen the store owner or his wife.

Zhou Rong was the first to wake up, but he just opened the door and stood in front of it. He waited until the door next door opened before he went downstairs with everyone.

The porridge was placed downstairs early in the morning, and 8 sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed next to the pot of porridge, which was obviously breakfast for them.

Jiang Cheng slowly swallowed the last mouthful of porridge in his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

Chen Xiaomeng was the same.

She was waiting, but the shop owner who had said he would get up early to send them away did not show up.

On the contrary, the village chief and his group came to the door.

It was already bright, and Zhou Rong, who was holding a few keys in his hand, seemed to be unable to wait. He stood up and turned his head to walk upstairs.

Before he reached the stairs, a figure chased him from behind, "Mr. Zhou," Jiang Cheng walked to him very kindly and walked side by side with him, "I'll go with you."

"Okay."

Given Jiang Cheng's support for him yesterday, he had a good impression of the former, even though he knew that Jiang Cheng was not as simple as he looked.

They searched around the second floor and did not find the shop owner and his wife.

The same was true on the third floor.

They did not expect that this hotel, which was not small in size, actually had only 8 guests living there.

"Could he have gone out?" Jiang Cheng looked around and asked, "I heard from a fat man that the vegetables in the morning market are cheap and fresh, and many restaurant owners like to buy in the morning."

"Maybe," Zhou Rong replied. He turned around and said, "It seems that I have to put the key on the counter so that they can see it when they come back."

Jiang Cheng clapped his hands and praised, "Mr. Zhou is worthy of being able to think of such a way!"

Zhou Rong, who had just turned around, was stunned for a moment, and turned his head in confusion.

Jiang Cheng continued, "Compared with you, I am like the sun and this candlelight. When a man has been away for three days, he should look at him with new eyes!" He pointed to a candlestick at the end of the corridor and said without changing his face.

Zhou Rong: "???"

What the hell is this mess

Although he thought so in his heart, he still subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng's finger. The space on the third floor was much smaller than the second floor, with only 10 rooms.

Separated by a corridor, 5 rooms on each side, facing each other.

There was a staircase only on the side where he came up, and the other side was blocked by a wall.

For lighting reasons, a candlestick was hung on the wall.

The pale candle burned faintly, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

It was like coming to a mourning hall.

Zhou Rong was just looking for the shop owner and his wife, and at this moment he suddenly noticed the candle and the position of the candlestick.

The position of the candlestick was rather strange, located in the middle of the wall, which also resulted in very limited lighting, and as if he had discovered something, his eyes suddenly became strange.

The wall opposite was not quite right either, and was actually painted a rare black.

This also made the third floor, which was already extremely poorly lit, even darker. Standing in front of the stairs and looking inside, what stood in front of him was not like a wall, but the entrance to hell.

People living in this era were just a little backward, but not stupid. How could they design such a layout?

The next second, Zhou Rong's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had excellent eyesight, and just saw the flame on the candle tremble violently.

Then, he felt a breeze blowing across his face, very light, but when he looked at both sides of the corridor, all the doors were closed, where did the wind come from?

It turned out that finding problems was not his strong point, but analyzing and solving them was. He immediately mobilized the information about this hotel in his mind.

There are three floors in total. From the outside, the first and second floors are the same length, only the third floor is obviously shorter.

This also explains why there are 14 rooms on the second floor and only 10 on the third floor.

That is to say, the second floor should be about two rooms wider than the third floor.

But according to Zhou Rong's recollection, there is actually no such space.

So there is probably another space behind the wall.

And the shop owner and his wife are hiding there.

He didn't have time to explain to Jiang Cheng, so he walked over lightly. When he came to the wall, he quietly stood still, stretched out a finger and wet it with his tongue, and then slowly groped around the wall.

Soon, he felt a slight chill on his fingers.

He found a gap close to the wall.

The gap was actually quite rough, but because the wall was dark and the lighting was poor, it was extremely difficult for an unintentional person to find it even if he stood in front of it.

No one would have thought that there was a dark room behind it.

The gap was relatively large, and after Zhou Rong rolled his throat, he actually put his head over without hesitation.

There was indeed a different world inside. A white candle that was almost exactly the same as the one outside stood in a corner of the dark room, burning faintly.

In the dim light, he saw a familiar figure with a dirty apron on. It was the shop owner.

He was shaking all over, as if he was explaining something excitedly. Because of the angle, he couldn't see the person in front of the shop owner, but only a pair of feet.

Those feet were very small, and they didn't look like the shop owner's.