Zhang Heng returned from the grocery store with a full load, carrying a backpack through the hall of the Gilman hostel.
The surly looking waiter didn't say a word, as if he didn't see the extra backpack behind him, even though the head of the rifle had been sticking out for a long time.
Zhang Heng steps on the worn-out stairs to the guest room on the top floor. The wooden board creaks under his feet, as if protesting against the sudden increase of weight on him.
The electric lights in the corridor are not much better than those outside. Although they are still on, the range they can reach is really limited, and the shadows cast on the walls look frightening.
Zhang Heng noticed that someone was walking in farburicott's room opposite the door. He could tell how upset the young foreign traveler was now from his pace. But after a while, he sat down again and seemed to take a book out of his luggage. Zhang Heng heard the sound of the paper being turned over. Farburicott seemed to want to calm himself down in this way.
So Zhang Heng did not continue to stand in the corridor, reached out and pushed open his door.
After returning to his residence, Zhang Heng did not rest. Instead, he began to sort out the things he had brought back. He tried to make several burning bottles with the method given to him by the Finnish guerrillas in the Sufen war. Of course, he used those bottles, but the pure whisky was not high and it was difficult to be ignited. Zhang Heng got some high-purity whisky by distillation In the middle of the fuze.
Then he filled all three guns with bullets and attached claws to the front of the rope so that they could be used to climb the wall. In the end, Zhang Heng also picked up the fishing line, and soon the room was filled with fishing lines. Those fishing lines were very thin, and could not be seen without careful observation under the existing dim light, let alone in the darkness after turning off the light.
Only Zhang Heng himself knows the location of those fishing lines.
He didn't expect these fishing lines to kill people. After all, their sharpness and tenacity are limited. As long as they can stop the unexpected guests, especially let the other party have the idea that they don't know where there is fishing line in the room, so that the other party's action will be blocked.
Zhang Heng paid special attention to the location of several doors and windows. After leaving an escape route for himself, he blocked other places with fishing lines.
After all this, he put his chair against the doorknob and then lay down on the bed.
He didn't fall asleep. First, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a place. Second, he didn't feel sleepy. So he lay there to check his four shadow series props.
Zhang Heng can't tell why. When he comes to this place, he can clearly feel that the power contained in the shadow sleeve has recovered to a certain extent. However, the feeling is different from that when he used it before. Zhang Heng takes out his favorite shadow moment and meditates on the crow in his heart.
However, the next moment he did not see the crow in the dark. Zhang Heng tried to change the number of times he used it and the remaining "shadow foot", which also had no result.
Zhang Hengzheng is going to try the key of shadow again, but then his ears move.
There was a creaking noise coming from the stairs and corridors, which meant that someone came upstairs, not a new tenant, not a hostel attendant, not only because the only bus connected with the outside world was out of service tonight, but also because the visitors deliberately kept their pace light.
This means that the other party is sneaking up and doesn't want to be known.
Zhang Heng spent a lot of time distilling whiskey and setting traps before. Now it's past 12 p.m. and most people must have fallen asleep. It seems that in order to confirm his conjecture, the old electric light in Zhang Heng's room suddenly went on strike, and the room fell into darkness.
This is not because its service life has finally arrived, until the day of glorious retirement, but because someone has cut off the switch.
Zhang Heng knew that the good play was about to begin.
People in the town keep saying that there will be a celebration in the evening, but up to now, there is still no one on the street outside the house. Those guys have been busy preparing for so long, so it's unreasonable that they all go home to sleep.
But Zhang Heng is not worried. He lies on the bed and doesn't move. He wants to see what the guy in the corridor is going to do first.
Contrary to Zhang Heng's expectation, the other party first went to room 428 in farburicott opposite. He stayed in front of the door for a period of time, presumably to inquire about the movement inside. Then came the sound of the key inserted into the keyhole.
Fabrikot is obviously not defenseless. His previous anxiety attitude has explained a lot of problems. Although he did not agree with Zhang Heng's plan, he seems to have made some preparations after he came back. The people outside the door tried with the key for a while, but they failed to open the door, so they went around to the next room.
The rooms of Gilman hostel are very interesting. Take Zhang Heng's room as an example. Although it is only a single room, it has a main door and two side doors. The two side doors connect the rooms of the left and right hands respectively. Zhang Heng estimates that the room opposite the door should be the same.
The intruder obviously wanted to find another way after he found that the main door couldn't get through, but he worked hard for a long time. After trying both side doors, he couldn't find a way to enter room 428.Zhang Heng originally thought that the guy would give up and sneak into his room, but to his surprise, the voice in the corridor went away, and the visitor seemed to return downstairs.
After that, Zhang Heng heard the sound of footsteps in room 428. Fabricott obviously didn't fall asleep either. The poor young man thought that he was scared now, but he didn't immerse himself in fear. He knew that the opportunity was rare. Since the other party had decided to fight him, it would not be so easy to give up. Staying in the room again was a dead end, and he would never give up We have to use the interval in the middle to escape.
Fabricott didn't dare to go out and run down the stairs, which was tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. So he first thought of the window, which was different from Zhang Heng's room. Under his room, there was a dilapidated patio, and some low and abandoned masonry buildings around the patio. On the West side, there was a country swamp.
The window is too high from the ground. Fabricott wants to jump to the roof of a masonry building, but he has a visual inspection. He can't jump to the nearest masonry building at this distance, but it may be enough to walk two more rooms. So he tries the south side door first and finds that something is stuck behind the door. In view of this situation, he can only turn north Side.
At this time, the creepy sound of footsteps came from the stairs again. Fabricott's hair stood up all over his body. Soon there was a loud clap on the door of his room. It seemed that the comer had given up his disguise and decided to use it on him directly.
When fabric cotter trembled involuntarily because of fear, Zhang Heng's face across the door showed a strange color.
Because up to now, no one has come to him, and those guys outside seem to have forgotten him.
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