Chapter 1287

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

"Wait a minute! It's coming!" the innkeeper raised his head from the counter and rubbed his bleary eyes.

He fumbled on the table, found his glasses and put them on. Then he stood up, walked slowly out from behind the counter, curled his mouth and complained, "it's so late that someone wants to stay in the store."

The innkeeper went to the door, reached out and unscrewed the door lock, opened a gap in the door, and looked out with full vigilance.

Outside the door stood a tall and thin old woman. She was about 50 or 60 years old, dressed simply, wrapped in a windproof scarf on her head, and carried an old suitcase in her hand. It looked like she had come from a far away place.

"Boss, open the door quickly." the woman outside the door impatiently urged, "it's raining. I don't have an umbrella."

"It's raining? Ouch, I really didn't notice." the boss saw that the other party was an old woman and quietly put down his guard. He tore open the padlock and put the other party into the house.

"This kind of ghost weather is cold and wet." the old woman complained angrily. She squeezed into the house through the crack of the door and dusted the drops of water on her clothes.

The innkeeper looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "outsiders?"

"Yes."

"It's such a weather in Lingang. It has to rain every early spring. When the rain is over, the weather will be warm." the hotel owner walked around the counter and said with a smile, "stay in the hotel."

"Well, find me a clean room and stay for one night."

"The rooms here are very clean. It's inconvenient for you to go upstairs because you're old. You need a room on the first floor."

"Do you think I'm old?" the old woman was a little unhappy and glared at the hotel owner. "The second floor, I want the second floor. The first floor is wet and damp. Ghosts live in this weather."

"Ha ha, ha ha, OK, I'll open you a room on the second floor. It's always a good thing." the hotel owner smiled and nodded, and then said, "bring me your ID card to register."

The old woman said, "I'm a foreigner."

"Ah? Foreigners? Where did you come from?"

"Southeast Asia," replied the old woman, "but my hometown is Chinese, and our grandparents are all a family."

"Oh, from Southeast Asia, there are a lot of Chinese immigrants there. I often have tourists from other countries to spend the night in my small place." the innkeeper looked at the woman in front of him carefully and nodded his head gently, "which country are you from? Malaysia or Cambodia? Or..."

"Malay."

"OK, then give me your passport. The room rate is 180 a night."

The old woman took her suitcase to the counter, took off her gloves, took out her wallet from her arms, took out her passport and banknotes and handed them over.

The innkeeper took the money and asked, "what are you doing in Mingtai? Traveling or visiting relatives?"

"A friend is in trouble. Let me help."

"Oh, that's a visit to friends." the innkeeper Bi filled out the registration form in front of his passport and handed it to the old woman. "Sign in the lower right corner."

The woman put down her suitcase, took the signing pen from the hotel owner and signed her name on the registration form: "OK."

The boss took the registration form back and compared it carefully: "fan Huilan, well, no problem."

The old woman shouted angrily, "the investigation is strict enough."

"Where is this? You only stay for one night, right? If you stay here for more than 24 hours, I have to report to the police station under my jurisdiction. Recently, the situation in Southeast Asia has been tense, and the port has been very strict with outsiders."

"Yes, it's not peaceful recently. Several routes have been blocked by government forces. It's not easy to go abroad."

"Hey, hey, it's still safe near the port. Since director Zhong took office twice, even the crime rate has hit a new low."

"Don't show off. If my grandparents hadn't fled, they wouldn't have immigrated. It's hard to leave their hometown after all."

"Isn't it? It's hard to leave your hometown." the hotel owner handed back the door card and passport. "Take your documents and door card, Room 203, go up the stairs and turn left."

"Well." the old woman took things in her hand and glanced at the telephone on the counter. "Boss, can I borrow the phone?"

The innkeeper asked, "isn't it an international call?"

"No, I'll call Mingtai's friend and ask him to send someone to pick me up tomorrow."

"Yes, you can use it." the innkeeper grinned with embarrassment. "If it's an international call, I'll have to charge you for the phone."

"Look at your stingy appearance."

"Small business."

The old woman gently "hum", stuffed her passport into her wallet, and then took out a crumpled note, dialing the phone number on the note.

After dialing the number, she confirmed it again. Then she pressed the dial key and put the microphone to her ear. It didn't take long to get through.

"Hey, my change, boss."

"My name is fan Huilan. He has heard of it."

"Oh, well, OK. I've arrived at a small hotel on this side of Pingzhi street."

"Tonight? Forget it tonight. It's raining outside and I'm tired. I want to have a rest. You'll pick me up tomorrow morning. Anyway, you're not in a hurry, are you? You're not in a hurry, are you?"

"Well, that's it. See you tomorrow. What time? Let me see. Eight in the morning, okay? Well, bye."

After the call, fan Huilan put down the microphone and gently nodded at the hotel owner: "thank you, boss."

"It's all right. Let's have a rest early."

"Well, OK, good night." fan Huilan took her wallet into her arms, carried her small suitcase, and went upstairs with the door card in her hand.

She went up to the second floor, turned left and came to the door of Room 203. She opened the door with a door card and pressed the button to turn on the light.

"Hoo." looking at the fairly clean room, fan Huilan breathed a long sigh of relief, "but I'm so tired."

She threw away her suitcase, went to the window, closed the curtains, sat down by the bed, took off her scarf and coat, and kicked off her shoes.

"Hmm?" fan Huilan suddenly stopped and sat there quietly listening for a while.

More than half a minute passed before she got up slowly, grabbed the mattress with both hands and suddenly opened it.

"Ho!" fan Huilan whispered, staring at the cockroaches fleeing around under the mattress. "Good guy, there are so many small things. Can you sleep?"

After thinking for a moment, fan Huilan turned and walked to the door, lifted her suitcase to the bed, opened it, and took out a small porcelain vase from under several clothes.

She squatted on the ground holding the small porcelain bottle, unscrewed the cork and poured out a little white powder. He raised his hand, fumbled on his body, and took out a small bag of matches.

"Let's see where you guys are going this time." fan Huilan took out a match and lit it and threw it on the handful of powder.

After a while, the powder ignited, and wisps of white smoke curled up and filled the whole room. The smell was a little fishy.

After all this, fan Huilan put away the small porcelain bottle, and then continued to take off her thick sweater and trousers. Although the figure is very good, the body still shows a sense of aging.

She stood there and listened quietly. There was a very restless "rustle" in the whole room.

A small dark Mantis came out of the corner, circled around the foot of the table, and then climbed to the small pile of smoking powder. It stayed there quietly for a while, suddenly turned over, legs and feet facing the sky, struggled for a short time, and didn't move

When fan Huilan took out her toiletries and planned to take a bath in the bathroom, a small pile of dead mantis had accumulated on the ground.

"Hey, hey, these little things are far away." fan Huilan said proudly, put the towel on her shoulder and walked into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water came from it.

Twenty minutes later, fan Huilan, who was wearing only underwear and wrapped in a thick towel, opened the door of the bathroom. A terrible cold suddenly hit her, making her shiver: "ouch, it's so cold."

She took a gentle breath of air conditioning, stepped on her slippers and walked out of the bathroom. She glanced around the room. She saw that the window had been opened and the pure white cotton curtains were blowing in the wind.

The white powder on the ground had been burned out, and the dense Mantis bodies were scattered by the cold wind, as if showing unspeakable sadness.

"Who is it?" fan Huilan looked around the house warily. After she didn't find anyone, she stared at the window.

She approached the window step by step, finally came to the window, stretched out her hand to open the curtain and looked out. There was nothing above the bare outer wall, so she didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

After still did not see any figure, fan Huilan's fundus could not help surging up with deep doubts.

"It's strange that the window isn't closed tightly?" she sighed slowly, closed the window again and turned around.

"Ah!" she suddenly exclaimed, staring at the slim figure suddenly appeared by the bed, and her cheeks couldn't help turning blue.

"I didn't expect... You're still a good pest control expert." a pleasant smile sounded in the room, and at the same time, the back trembled slightly.

The woman was wearing a big red windbreaker, and her long dark hair was scattered on her back and hung down to her waist. She sat by the bed with her back to fan Huilan, holding the small porcelain bottle filled with white powder in her hand, as if looking at it carefully.

Fan Huilan stood by the window. I don't know whether it was because of the cold or panic. She was trembling all over.

"Who are you?" fan Huilan pressed one hand on the windowsill, her back tight and her eyes full of vigilance. "Is it the person of that organization?"

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