Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke Chapter 923: Long live the ghost king (15)

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The person who triggered the alert naturally didn't catch it.

Similarly, there is no way to disarm the alarm. If the alarm cannot be dismissed, the door cannot be opened, and the door cannot be opened without opening.

The manager contacted the developer of the system, but the developer said that the technicians would go abroad for further studies, and they would have to rush back as soon as possible in the morning.

Good, already is enough to kill one night.

Du Teme's routine.

This baby won't go!

This happened just as soon as the hotel died. People in the hotel still dared to stay in the room and gathered in the lobby.

There were not many people when they were separated. There were a lot of people in the hotel. The whole hall was almost full of people.

The strangest thing is that Shi Sheng saw Li Chengyun.

Li Chengyun!

The lord of the bulls.

When the table is lifted, when does the male lead come in? Hey! ?

What's the point of directing you to force the male lead so much?

I'm not convinced!

In a panic-stricken crowd, Li Chengyun was upright, with a magnificent attitude, calm and calm, and instantly pulled himself and this group of background boards.

His gaze traversed the crowd, and he seemed to be looking for something.

Shi Sheng has been sitting on the sofa in the lobby. There is someone in front, so she is blocked. Li Chengyun doesn't notice her.

He tilted his head and spoke to the bodyguard behind him, and walked towards the elevator.

Shi Sheng guessed he was looking for Qu Miao. He seems to have a wonderful connection with Qu Miao, and can sense Qu Miao within a certain range.

"How long will it be, I have a party to host in a while, can you afford to delay it? What's wrong with your hotel!"

The woman's sharp voice sounded in the lobby, which was still noisy, and the voice suddenly went down, looking at the woman standing at the front desk.

The customer service staff apologized, and bent slightly to answer, "I'm sorry madam, because the technician can't rush back in time ..."

The woman interrupted the customer service staff, "You tell me less nonsense, when can I go out?"

"I'll be going to lady tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Tomorrow morning?" The woman's voice was sharp, because she was angry, and her delicate face was somewhat distorted. "What am I going to do tomorrow morning?"

"We are sorry for the inconvenience ..."

"Sorry what's the use? Do you know how much I prepared for tonight? Now you are so tidy, all my efforts are wasted." The woman became more and more excited, and she saw the police next door, Suddenly rushed towards them.

The woman had to make a noise, and the police and customer service took turns playing, and the noise lasted for more than ten minutes.

"You wait." The woman stepped on the heels and headed towards the elevator.

"Sister, can you sit here?"

A subtle voice rang from beside Shi Sheng. She turned to look at it. A seven or eight-year-old boy was holding a sketchbook and staring at her innocently.

"Whatever you want."

The boy's small arms and calves climbed to Shi Sheng and sat down, his fluttering face was red.

He smiled sweetly when he rushed, then opened his sketchbook and began to paint on it.

"Sister, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" The boy stopped painting when he didn't know, shuffled in the direction of Sheng, blinked his eyes and looked at Shi Sheng.

"How have you met?" Shi Sheng raised an eyebrow.

The boy's eyes brightened, and he nodded fiercely. He handed the sketchbook to Shi Sheng, "Look. They don't believe me, but I can really see it and can talk to them."

"This is what I saw in the kindergarten. She said her kindergarten teacher, but I have never met her. She is very good and taught me a lot." The boy pointed to the sketchbook and introduced it to Shi Sheng.

"This is near my neighborhood, but he looks fierce, and I dare not speak to him."

"And this, I met in the park."

"This ..."

Shi Sheng looked at the sketchbook, except that the colors were different. It was almost impossible to tell who was who, and her mouth twitched.

Some children do see something when they are young, but this ability disappears with age.

Like a boy who can see when he is seven or eight years old, it must be a gift of talent.

"Sister, don't you believe me?" Sheng didn't talk when the boy saw him, and looked at her in a grievance.

Shi Sheng leaned to the side, "Can you see a ghost in the hotel?"

The boy tilted his head, turned his eyes to the lobby, and shook his head. "No, here."

Not here? So he has seen other things in the hotel?

"Where have you met?"

The boy gave Shi Sheng a careful look, his voice stuttered, "I ... I saw a ghost following ... sister."

Isn't Qu Miao following her?

Qu Miao follows her all day long. If this child really sees a ghost, it is not surprising to see her.

"He is terrible." The boy said again, his voice was even softer. "I saw him ... kill other ghosts ..."

Shi Sheng is getting more and more wrong.

How could this silly white sweet Qu Miao kill the ghost?

No ...

"Is the ghost a man or a woman?"

"Men."

When Shi Sheng's back suddenly burst into coldness.

Which mentally retarded person wants to calculate Lao Tzu?

She can't see the ghost, but she can feel that when a ghost approaches, there will be a cold chill. The stronger the ghost, the heavier the cold chill will be.

If a ghost really follows her, it must be far away.

That's the case ...

"How do you know that he is following me?" If it was followed from a distance, the child's age should not be able to tell.

The boy blinked, his watery eyes were full of simplicity and confusion, "I saw him standing outside my sister's room, and saw it several times."

Shi Sheng: "..."

Thinking about the last time, Shi Sheng felt that the person following her was most likely the same, and it might also be Mu Bai ’s mental retardation.

This mentally retarded wants to do things behind this baby.

She has to teach him to be polite this time.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu ..." A woman rushed through the crowd and hugged the boy, "Did I not tell you not to run around? Why not be obedient?"

"Mum." The boy stuck his tongue out. "I'm tired and I want to sit for a while."

"But you can't help but tell Mommy?" The woman touched Xiaoyu's head. "Now I won't let you hear this next time? Mommy will be worried."

"I know Mommy."

The woman was so relieved, she looked at Shi Sheng, and nodded slightly, "Did Xiaoyu cause trouble for Young Lady?"

Shi Sheng smiled and shook her head.

"Say goodbye to my sister." The woman hugged Xiaoyu.

"Goodbye, my sister." Xiaoyu waved his hand, he thought for a while, and passed the sketchbook in hand to Shi Sheng, "Sister, sister, this is for you, we will be friends in the future."

No one else believes he can see a ghost, but this sister believes him, he likes this sister.

"Children's messy graffiti, if Young Lady does not dislike it, accept it." The woman explained, probably afraid that Shi Sheng was strange to see the above.

"Thank you." Shi Sheng took the sketchbook, and found a pendant in his pocket and brought it to Xiaoyu. "This will bless you and may you be safe and healthy."