Chapter: 3166
But in the next ten or twenty seconds, Monica didn't hear footsteps entering her room at all, but more and more people seemed to gather in the corridor
"what happened?"
"It's not like a storm..."
"Is anyone playing a prank?"
"Damn clown, if I know who it is, I will kick his ass hard!"
...
The voices of the discussion came one after another, mixed with various curses.
Monica didn't think it was a big deal at first. Instead, following the words of the crowd outside, she seriously thought about the cause of this strange event and wanted to write it in her travel notes.
But as she listened, she gradually realized something was wrong.
How can there be so many guests in the "Iris" hotel in Utopia!
She remembered very clearly that on the floor she was on, there were at most five rooms with guests, including hers.
At this moment, Monica thought of the ghost stories she had read and heard, and suddenly felt like there were ghosts of ghosts outside the door.
She had stretched her feet to the side of the bed, ready to go out, participate in the discussion, grasp more details, and accumulate material for future writing. At this moment, she pulled her feet back with a swipe, and shrank into a ball, shivering.
After a few seconds, she heard a man say
"I asked the hotel owner and he said he didn't know what happened, maybe, there was a brief storm just now.
"Go back to your room and rest, lock the doors and windows, yawn, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Kingdom Museum."
Kingdom Museum... Monica froze for a moment.
As a travel writer, as a traveler who has been in Utopia for a long time, she certainly knows that there is no Kingdom Museum here.
In the Loen Kingdom, a museum with such a name must be in Backlund.
And it will take many hours to take the steam train from Utopia to Backlund. Even if you get up early, you won't have time to get there before the Kingdom Museum closes.
Confused, Monica slowly lifted the quilt, and heard the sound of doors and windows closing one after another.
She got out of bed carefully and walked to the door.
During this process, she gradually saw clearly the room illuminated by the moonlight.
Hiss... Monica almost screamed.
This is not the guest room she slept in at all!
Regardless of the layout or layout, it is completely different!
Those ghost stories just remembered flooded into her mind again, making her legs go limp, almost unable to support her body.
Just when Monica's teeth collided and she made a "dede" sound, she saw a hotel business card on the table - it was prepared for the guests, and it would be easy to find it when she went out to the way back. Even if you are illiterate, you can use it to ask someone to show you the way.
Monica approached the past subconsciously, and with the help of moonlight, she clearly recognized the words on the business card
Carpensa Hotel, Backlund West District, No. Morning Street. JrNovels.com
"what happened?"
"It's not like a storm..."
"Is anyone playing a prank?"
"Damn clown, if I know who it is, I will kick his ass hard!"
...
The voices of the discussion came one after another, mixed with various curses.
Monica didn't think it was a big deal at first. Instead, following the words of the crowd outside, she seriously thought about the cause of this strange event and wanted to write it in her travel notes.
But as she listened, she gradually realized something was wrong.
How can there be so many guests in the "Iris" hotel in Utopia!
She remembered very clearly that on the floor she was on, there were at most five rooms with guests, including hers.
At this moment, Monica thought of the ghost stories she had read and heard, and suddenly felt like there were ghosts of ghosts outside the door.
She had stretched her feet to the side of the bed, ready to go out, participate in the discussion, grasp more details, and accumulate material for future writing. At this moment, she pulled her feet back with a swipe, and shrank into a ball, shivering.
After a few seconds, she heard a man say
"I asked the hotel owner and he said he didn't know what happened, maybe, there was a brief storm just now.
"Go back to your room and rest, lock the doors and windows, yawn, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Kingdom Museum."
Kingdom Museum... Monica froze for a moment.
As a travel writer, as a traveler who has been in Utopia for a long time, she certainly knows that there is no Kingdom Museum here.
In the Loen Kingdom, a museum with such a name must be in Backlund.
And it will take many hours to take the steam train from Utopia to Backlund. Even if you get up early, you won't have time to get there before the Kingdom Museum closes.
Confused, Monica slowly lifted the quilt, and heard the sound of doors and windows closing one after another.
She got out of bed carefully and walked to the door.
During this process, she gradually saw clearly the room illuminated by the moonlight.
Hiss... Monica almost screamed.
This is not the guest room she slept in at all!
Regardless of the layout or layout, it is completely different!
Those ghost stories just remembered flooded into her mind again, making her legs go limp, almost unable to support her body.
Just when Monica's teeth collided and she made a "dede" sound, she saw a hotel business card on the table - it was prepared for the guests, and it would be easy to find it when she went out to the way back. Even if you are illiterate, you can use it to ask someone to show you the way.
Monica approached the past subconsciously, and with the help of moonlight, she clearly recognized the words on the business card
Carpensa Hotel, Backlund West District, No. Morning Street. JrNovels.com
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