Gu Zheng, who was busy exploring special props, did not notice Ye Qing'an's abnormality. He seemed to be addicted. He picked up the same item and continued to do so.

"no……"

“This is not…”

"Next room..."

Gu Zheng repeatedly tried various items and walked through the entire three layers, but he couldn't find anything that could be used.

This made him feel depressed and couldn't help but think, is it necessary for a specific character to get the corresponding special items after a specific character appears?

If that were the case, it would be too bad.

Just as Gu Zheng was in deep thought, Ye Qingan, who had been following him, spoke with a little confusion.

"Gu Zheng, are you looking for a weapon that can be used? Do you need me to help?"

After Gu Zheng turned around and shook his head slightly, she pointed to the soles of their feet as if she remembered something: "I remember when I was responsible for cleaning the second floor, I found that a room on that floor was used as an employee's workshop."

"And, on the second floor of this hotel, there is a public bathtub that separates men and women."

"We might be able to go up and take a look. Maybe we will find any different things?"

Well, this is good news.

Gu Zheng, who looked happy, took out a rag and when he was walking down the stairs, he did not forget to wipe away the dust from the handrail in the stairwell.

'drop'

‘The cleanliness of the room is increased, effectively improving living comfort (1.3/1000)’

It seems to be useful.

When Gu Zheng heard the prompt sound, a hint of lust appeared on his face, and he turned around and continued his cleaning plan.

Unfortunately, after they had just entered the second floor, they heard a slight sound of water flowing, and the layers of mist that emerged from the entrance of the bathroom fully demonstrated the fact that someone had entered the bathroom earlier than them.

"Is this Pan Xiaomeng?"

Ye Qingan didn't know how to answer Gu Zheng's question, so she could only nod in a complicated way.

"Then she is brave enough. She hasn't figured out anything. She's going to take a shower first."

"Forget it, since she is inside, let's put it in the bathroom for the time being. Take me to the workshop and take a look."

When Ye Qing'an heard that Gu Zheng had no extra behavior at all, he suddenly became clear.

If it were before, not to mention hearing that Pan Xiaomeng was taking a bath inside, even if he heard that Pan Xiaomeng was washing his feet, Gu Zheng would be excited.

This time, Gu Zheng was really no longer tempted by that girl and was a little inexplicably happy. What should I do?

Ye Qing'an, who almost laughed out loud, was full of fighting spirit in an instant, surpassing Gu Zheng in two or three steps, raised his finger and pointed out the location of the workplace: "Look, it's there!"

Gu Zheng looked at Ye Qing'an's finger and saw a particularly obvious wooden door, which poked between the corridors of the room on the deepest floor, shakingly showing its uniqueness.

No need to watch it. The key to useful props and even triggering the corresponding plot may be to find clues from this workroom.

Seeing Gu Zheng like this, he subconsciously reached out to cover Ye Qing'an behind him, and reminded the other party very kindly: "Stand behind me and investigate slowly."

"If you find anything wrong, run to my clean room immediately."

"Don't look back. Remember, your help doesn't mean much to me unless you can still make a mistake like the last time."

"But don't run too slowly. After dragging me down, I won't care about you anymore."

When Ye Qing'an heard this, he first paused, then smiled as if he was thinking of something, and looked back with confidence: "You can't!"

You have lost so much effort to save my life, how could you send me to death again?

To be honest, this is still a wonderful misunderstanding. Gu Zheng, who knew nothing about it, slowly pushed open the door of the workroom in Ye Qing'an's secret joy, with a question mark on his head.

‘Squeak’

The door with an automatic closing spring was pushed open.

What caught my eye was the empty work room, which was a little messy, but there was no one.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If he saw another house with strange people at this time, he would be crazy immediately.

Let’s not talk about the impact of the people scattered around the hotel, but only him and Ye Qing'an would not be able to withstand this wave of offensive.

Because he is still a living person, he will be tired too.

But now, his premonition has not gone wrong.

There are no staff in this workshop.

And this was a corresponding speculation as early as when he stepped into the hotel for the second time.

Because for a service industry that welcomes and sends out, if someone exists, it will definitely appear in the reception hall on the first floor of the hotel. The people working here will definitely not hide in such a hidden small room.

Since there has been confirmed that there are no outsiders here, it is time to find tools that can be used in the workplace.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng kept cleaning the rag under his hands, and he started to clean the facilities in the house from the corner of the entrance.

After he cleaned the not-so-value room with Ye Qing'an's assistance, he found several particularly strange gadgets.

1. A tool shovel: shovel the wall and apply putty, I can do the best (real existence, exploration props)

2. A shabby work log: records the entire hotel's work itinerary (real existence, exploration props)

3. A candlestick: a good helper in the event of a power outage, a good prop for killing and setting fire (real existence, special props)

4. A string of keys: This is the spare key for all rooms in the hotel, including the canteen on the first floor (real existence, specific props)

The number is unexpectedly numerous, some of which are obvious at a glance, while others are unclear.

But in any case, it is always right to take a look at the worn work log first.

‘Brush’

As Gu Zheng opened the logbook, which he didn't know whether it was roasted or burned, Ye Qing'an also brought her little head over.

The two of them looked at the slightly boring log book one by one. As the number of pages became more and more, the doubts in their hearts gradually became heavier.

The above records are mediocre, and there is no clue about the key at all.

So what is the significance of this log?

But when they turned to the last few pages of the log, they found that the answer they wanted to find was probably that the fire had only half left.

On the crisp paper like coke, Gu Zheng could only see a few plausible words intermittently.

‘The workers who came back from the mine came to stay in the hotel again… This time they moved into 306…’

'They ordered Xiaoli's special service...these poor people only gave 100 yuan...'

‘It’s really troublesome… the three of them obviously have to give 300… the foreman goes to ask for money… and dares to scold…’

I'll go! This is completely wrong. This is not a normal work log. This is clearly a private diary.

In fact, what surprised Gu Zheng the most was that there were such advanced services in such a broken hotel?

This must be said to the owner of Xiaocong Hotel, which is located just a street outside Hongmen Village. It is impossible that the people in the capital will enjoy less treatment than the people of a small town.

However, now, the few sentences in the last diary instantly aroused his alert.

‘What about God, are these people crazy?’

‘If you don’t pay, don’t work…Why do they want xxx…Help…Fire!’

‘I’m going to die…I’m going to be dead…I’m all dead…’

What the hell is this! You show those xxx to me.

It’s a pity that Gu Zheng’s complaints are useless, and he only sees so much.

Subconsciously, Gu Zheng put his eyes on the candlestick in his hand. After seeing the fire, he thought about the function of this candlestick...

It wasn't the things that were as miserable as he imagined?

‘Gurl’

Gu Zheng, who swallowed, took Ye Qing'an's hand and left the workshop that was scraped to the sky without saying a word. He rushed over to the room closest to the third floor.

‘Squeak…’

The dusty door was opened, and the first thing Gu Zheng did when he entered the room was to take out the small shovel and scratch it straight towards the wall.

‘Thorn’

The stickers made of cheap oil paper were shoveled out of a long roll, revealing the blue-gray cement wall underneath.

There was no burning appearance, everything was so normal.

Wait a minute, what is said in the log is 306?

Isn't that the first room he cleaned when he first came to the hotel?

The room he had discovered tiny black dust on his face but did not continue to investigate because the wallpaper on the wall was brand new?

I'll go!
To be continued...