Hey, try this. Fine, you win.
However, don't think that you don't know that there's no back door here.
With the size of your hotel, would you allow your employees to enter and exit through the main entrance?
I retreated aggrievedly, but my eyes were looking around. I accidentally saw a certain door god's chest muscles. I wiped my breath, and the door god couldn't help but nag. When he looked at me, his eyes were filled with a little lamb's eyes. He wanted to retreat.
"Uncle, did you find it?" I asked softly.
"Wait, wait, I haven't exercised in a long time. It's hard to find one now.”Mr. Mediterranean's loud voice came from afar.
His hearing ability was still praiseworthy. He thought that this guy had evolved into a stupid nouveau riche whose limbs had degenerated and whose brain power had rapidly declined.
"Don't you know how to jump? Can't you learn from a rabbit?”I said impatiently.
In the eyes of others, I was muttering something.
Door God A pulled Door God B and asked nervously,""Is this woman chanting a spell?”
" I don't think so. She's just a psychopath. The manager said not to call the police. It's not good for our hotel's reputation if it gets published in the newspapers. Maybe she'll leave after she gets bored..." Door God B replied uncertainly.
"I found it, I found it. Come over quickly!”Mr. Mediterranean jumped up high as if he had discovered a new continent. I only saw a huge meatball appear in the air and then disappear.
It's good that you've found it, but why are you pretending to be a flying man? Do you know that you'll make a child with acrophobia like me fall into endless inferiority?
I grumbled as I walked over.
I no longer paid attention to those strange door gods, leaving them with a cool back view. Of course, you have to treat me as a legend, but you must not have a crush on me.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh like the bad guys in the manga.
"Crazy." This was their only thought.
When I arrived at the back door, my first impression was of this boss.
This must be another stingy old man. Look at this corridor. I even suspect that I've passed through the refugee area. Is this really a five-star hotel?
As expected, there would be darkness behind every glorious hotel.
I looked at the dirty wall and looked ahead. My feet made creaking sounds as I stepped on the wet cement floor. That wasn't the main point. The main point was that my heart was very slippery and I almost slipped.
A chef pulled a small cart and passed by. There were a few freshly roasted ducks on the black cart. The poor ducks died with their eyes wide open and refused to close them.
" This is how my favorite roast duck was born..." Mr. Mediterranean seemed to be unable to accept this reality as he kept muttering to himself.
Wasn't the most important thing for hotels nowadays to do packaging? As long as the guests couldn't see, you could do whatever you wanted in private. Why would you get hurt?
There were probably too many people here, so even if I saw him, I wouldn't recognize him. That chef ignored me and hummed," Don't pick the wild flowers by the roadside..." Then he made up a story of not picking them for free and left happily.
After wandering for a long time, we stood in front of 888 for the third time.
Through the glass door that was engraved with beautiful patterns, we could see that the people inside weren't affected by my previous actions at all. They were still drinking and reveling.
"Tell me, what is your name?" I asked again. I paused and suddenly said," If you say you're a red scarf again, I'll beat you to death.”
"The Mediterranean Sea." The Mediterranean man pouted his thick lips and said bitterly.
I beat him up without hesitation.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
" Mediterranean..." the Mediterranean uncle repeated.
I was silent for a moment. I took off my clothes and wrapped his head around it before giving him another beating. As I beat him, I scolded,"Are you asking for a beating? I asked your name so that I could ask your family about the reason later. Why are you f * cking acting so reserved? Should he say it or not? Are you going to tell me?"
At this moment, the door to 888 opened, but I was completely unaware.
" But... my name is the Mediterranean..." The Mediterranean uncle, who was covering his injured head, retorted with grievance.
"Mediterranean, you still call yourself Mediterranean? I call you Mediterranean because your hairstyle is cool. Do you really think your name is Mediterranean? Did you lose your memory? If so, tell me quickly so that I can take you to the ghost hospital, even though I don't know how to get there!”
" Mom, Grandpa is really back…" Suddenly, a crisp voice came from nearby.
I was shocked and subconsciously pulled back my clothes to put them on. When I looked up, I saw six people staring at me in shock.
"La 'er, did you really see grandpa?”a tall man asked.
"It's true, and she's hitting Grandpa.”A seven or eight-year-old child pointed at me and said angrily.
I blushed.
This child could actually see ghosts? However, would the eyes of a child who had seen such an exciting scene still be pure?
"Let me see, let me see!" The tall man hurriedly took out a small bottle from his pocket and said excitedly," Hey, I didn't expect this cow's tears to be so effective."”
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