Sorry, Today's Hotel Does Not Provide Accommodation for Living People

The night rain spreads across Wuwang Street, and the wooden signboard of the old hotel squeaks in the wind. The words written in red paint have faded, but are still dazzling: "Sorry, the hotel does not provide accommodation for living people today." Tall Bird is desperate. His life was borrowed and his life was hanging by a thread. This hotel was his only talisman to extend his life, and it was also a bottomless pit that swallowed people. The footsteps in the corridor were always approaching, the water stains on the surveillance camera were getting closer and closer, a cold black mist seeped through the cracks in the closet door, and the rag doll on the bedside was staring at his back with its buttonholes. He thought he was the executor of the task, but he didn't know that he had already become the prey of the hotel. In this place where only ghosts can stay, living people are the last things that should appear. And he wanted to make that exception.