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After returning to the rental house, it was already deep into the night. I looked at the originally warm and lively little home, which had returned to its cold and silent appearance when I first saw it, and I felt a wave of emotion in my heart. People and things have changed, and there's no point in saying anything before tears flow. I dare not stay in this house any longer. The longer I stay, the greater the possibility of Lin Haoming coming back. Although he said he couldn't buy a car in these two days, who knows if he's lying to me? Perhaps he wants to catch me off guard when I relax my vigilance and come back to kill me.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shiver. I rubbed my arms and hugged myself. Just a few days ago, I never would have imagined that I would be involved with a murderer, let alone that the murderer would be my long-time boyfriend, who I deeply loved. And the target he wanted to kill turned out to be me.
I booked a hotel close to the company on a room reservation app, planning to stay there for a few nights and start looking for a new place in the morning. As I got into the taxi with my bags, the driver seemed surprised by the strength of this young woman.
"Hey, miss, let me help you with your bags and you can sit inside the car first."
"I'll give you a hand, these things are quite heavy..." Before I could finish, the enthusiastic driver hurried me into the car, rolled up his sleeves, and loaded the large and small bags into the trunk.
Sitting in the car, I occasionally looked back at the driver's sturdy figure, feeling a bit cramped. Big brother driver, a girl's luggage, doesn't want it to look so light and fluttery on the surface.
Before long, the driver, panting, got into the car. As soon as he sat in the driver's seat, he took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Sorry uncle, thank you for the trouble," I chuckled awkwardly from the back.
"It's okay, it's not too heavy, just like..." The driver couldn't think of anything to compare the weight of my luggage to. Perhaps after so many years as a taxi driver, he had never imagined that one day he would have to lift something so heavy.
The driver said, "It's a good thing I didn't choose to be a truck driver when I was young..."
The car started moving slowly, and the chatty driver started talking to me. "Young lady, it's late at night, are you moving house?"
"Mmm..." After a confirmation, the car fell into silence again.
"Are you afraid you had a fight with your parents, or with your boyfriend? Let me tell you, no matter what happened, your safety is the most important. Staying out late at night, what if you encounter bad people..." The driver became my life mentor, from safety precautions to emotional control. Just as he was about to start a new topic and give a long lecture, we arrived at my destination. I got off the car like a fugitive, waved goodbye to the driver, and felt relieved to finally escape his sermon-like teachings.
But as soon as I turned around, I realized that there's no such thing as the worst luck, only worse luck.
How is it possible to have a hotel in the middle of nowhere!
The building in front of me was dimly lit, with hardly any windows showing light. The whole structure exuded a gloomy atmosphere. Somehow, the area in front of the hotel was muddy, and I had to tiptoe carefully to avoid getting my suitcase dirty.
No wonder it's so cheap and has available rooms. I hope it's not a haunted house. I'm having second thoughts. Since I booked the hotel too late, there are not many options left on the booking app. Apart from the luxurious five-star hotels that cost thousands per night, the only decent hotel left is the one in front of me in the picture.
Who would have thought that the actual hotel would be so different from the picture! It's not just different, it's completely unrelated, isn't it?
I glanced at my phone screen. It was already past midnight. Well, if it's a haunted house, then so be it. What ghost or monster can be scarier than my poverty? If I don't stay here tonight, I'll be homeless. I mentally prepared myself and finally mustered the courage to step through the door.
I didn't expect to see a middle-aged man standing next to the front desk. He had already checked in and was about to leave with his backpack. When he saw me, his lifeless eyes suddenly lit up. His face was almost devoid of elastic muscles and soft tissues, appearing extremely eerie in the dim light of the lobby.
" cutie, what a coincidence, you're here to check in too?" His gaze stuck to me like snot, with a slight smirk on his lips, revealing uneven yellow teeth.
A great sense of discomfort and unease surged in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen. I couldn't even be bothered to respond with a polite smile, and I brushed past him to approach the front desk staff.
" cutie, don't be so arrogant. It's fate that we met. I live in 1204. Let's have a cup of tea together when you're free!" The man saw that I didn't respond and dragged his fat body towards me, with a lecherous smile on his face, which made me shiver involuntarily. The ID card that I had been tightly holding slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a "snap."
For a moment, both the man and I instinctively bent down to pick up the dropped ID card. At the moment our hands touched, I heard the eerie and terrifying voice coming from his heart.
"This girl is not bad. Let's practice with her tonight..."
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