(Extremely hardcore, extremely scary, high-energy throughout, not for the timid, no golden fingers, not brainless, no harem, no routines, not invincible, not systematic, unhappy writing, no emotional lines)
Xiaoman's body temperature started to drop from the second night of his stay.
She huddled in my arms like a block of ice
'Mom, there are many hands behind the door. '
Su Wan hugged her and cried, saying that this shabby hotel should be demolished, but I found the old files locked at the front desk.
On the third night, I bumped into a hanged woman in the corridor.
She stuck out her tongue, but smiled at me: "Novelist, your daughter's bones are like door hinges."
'
Su Wan called me crazy until she screamed in the bathroom.
Behind her in the mirror stood a scaly little girl.
That was Xiao Man, but there were no whites in her eyes, they were filled with surging black mist.
Now, Xiaoman's nails have turned black and red, and she always knocks on the door at the end of the 14th floor in the middle of the night.
'A blood sacrifice of five hundred souls will open the door to ghosts but close the door to the living'.
