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Shen Jiaming looked at the front desk clerk who helped him reshuffle his room in shock, and asked again in disbelief, "You really don't have a front desk attendant that tall, that looks very young?"

The waiter definitely shook his head and told Shen Jiaming, "No."

Shen Jiaming did not believe him, so he asked the receptionist to think about it again, "Can you think about it again? He also told me that the security here is not good. A while ago, there was a robbery and someone died. "

The waiter who was listening to Shen Jiaming immediately had a bitter face, and shook his head, "Sir, what nonsense are you talking about? Our shop has always been a good place for the police, to the left and right of 500 meters is the police station, we have a police officer protecting us, who would dare not to look, robbing here is simply courting death."

Shen Jiaming was at a loss for words, unable to say anything.

At this time, the waiter who was standing in front of the computer suddenly opened his mouth, "Six years ago, there was indeed a robbery in our shop. At that time, the night clerk was named Zou, only 19 years old. "After that, the murderer was arrested and sentenced to death. After that, there was a police station next to our hotel."

Shen Jiaming was stunned, it turned out that the person he met last night was not someone who could see ghosts like him, but was someone who had already died. No wonder the young man could see the shadows. He was already dead.

He must have been like a little boy, unaware that he was dead. His memories were still from six years ago.

Before Shen Jiaming left, he did not see that young lad in the main hall of the inn. He sighed, maybe he did not know that he had died, and that was good news, at least he wouldn't emit black Qi like the little boy.

This was the first time he had learned about ghosts, and he had no experience in this area. He did not know what he should do when he encountered ghosts like these. He decided that when he saw the Master Liao, he would ask him if he realized the truth. He would ask him if a ghost didn't know that he had died.

After Shen Jiaming packed his stuff and brought Zhu Minghui and Sheng Jiuzhou away, the two waiters at the front desk looked at each other in dismay.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time before one of them spoke, "Tell me, was what that mister said true?"

"What do you mean?" One of the waiters pretended to be calm, but his hands were shaking as he tapped the computer on the front desk.

The waiter who spoke up said, "He was the one who mentioned six years ago... About the man who was killed. You said he didn't seem to have been on this side, and that the case six years ago had only been reported in the papers. "He's an outsider. Would he try to scare us with such a thing?"

"So what?" The waiter, who pretended to be calm, continued to look at his computer screen. However, the hand tapping on the keyboard had already stopped. He did not press another button.

"Tell me, since he was able to explain the situation so clearly and also stated the physical appearance of the victim, did he really see him last night? Is the man who died six years ago still in our inn? " At the thought of such a possibility, the waiter suddenly shivered. He looked around randomly with an uneasy look on his face.

Another receptionist suddenly spoke up, interrupting her, "Enough, let's get to work!"

She looked calm, as if she didn't believe it, but her fingers, resting on the keyboard of the front desk computer, were still motionless. Her eyes were fixed on her computer screen, and she froze.

That was because in the reflection of her computer screen, there was a person, a seventeen or eighteen year old boy, wearing the uniform of the receptionist.

He just stood there quietly with a lost look in his eyes and a puzzled expression on his face. The waitress sitting in front of the computer screen did not dare to move, nor did she dare to look at the reflection on the screen, much less turn her head to check if there was anyone behind her.

This was because their inn's lobby was very small. Directly opposite the entrance, behind the front desk, was a wall. The wall was just a seat away from the front desk. It was impossible for her to stand behind the chair she was sitting on, let alone see the reflection of someone's figure on the computer screen.

Her fingers froze in place, and she knew she had seen a ghost, a man who had died six years ago, in the reflection of a computer screen, just like the gentleman who had left.

After a long while, she felt that her body was about to become stiff. She struggled to speak, and asked her colleague, "Tell me, do we, the Master Liao in this mountain, have succeeded or not?"

Our inn has been open for a long time, and I heard that ten years ago, it was because of the number of people visiting the Master Liao that there were so many of them in the vicinity. However, for some unknown reason, these past few years, only our family's business has been flourishing, and we have been overcrowded. The other families' hotels have all turned yellow due to various reasons. "Oh right, you should have come here before me to work. Why did you ask me this question today?"

"N-nothing, just watching so many people visit the Master Liao every day, I'm really curious as to whether this master is really intelligent or not. If there is, I want to ask for a peace talisman to avoid evil and bless my safety …" As she said this, she suddenly stopped talking. She stared at her computer screen in horror, so nervous that she forgot to breathe.

The attendant who was talking to her soon noticed her abnormality and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" Why is he suddenly acting like a fool and not saying anything? "

The waitress in front of the computer screen did not move, but her eyes were wide open with fear and a ferocious look.

She saw the man who had died six years ago approaching her from behind. He quickly moved behind her chair, raised his hand, and patted her on her forehead and shoulders.

She felt cold all over, and she couldn't even cry out if she wanted to.

Behind that young man stood a young boy who looked to be about five to six years old. He had his head upturned and had an innocent and innocent smile on his face …

Ah!" The waiter finally cried out and his entire body fell to the ground.

The colleague next to her rushed over to help her up, and hurriedly asked her, "What's wrong with you? What's going on? "

She carefully supported her colleague who had fallen to the ground. Lowering her head, she suddenly discovered that there was a grey handprint on her left shoulder.

His five fingers were clearly visible.