Fang Lu did not continue to stay at the reception desk on the first floor because Ruan Shirong and the other two might be looking for the door. He was already a step slower, and because someone might be coming soon. If they meet at the reception desk, it would not be a good thing for him.

When he walked to the stairs, he took out the General's shield. There was no one on the stairs, but it did not mean that the three of them did not leave traps, such as landmines or something.

Of course he hoped that if an explosion suddenly occurred in a place like Hotel No. 4, who knows what would happen?

These people should try to keep their restrainedness as much as possible.

But Fang Lu felt it would be difficult. After all, he could not control the thoughts of those people. When he encountered a irritable person, he might demolish the No. 4 Hotel.

There were no traps at the entrance of the stairs, so he quickly went up to the second floor. There were only two lights on the corridor on the second floor, and most places looked dark and blurry.

There are ten rooms on each floor of Hotel No. 4, but the number of rooms is accumulated and superimposed. For example, the second floor is 201 to 210, the third floor is 311 to 320, the fourth floor is 421 to 430, and the fifth floor is 531 to 540.

There are 40 rooms in total, and there is no room 444 at all.

Fang Lu stood at the stairs, raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly thought of something. When he was using combat armor to investigate on the first floor, he could cover the entire hotel with the scope of combat armor.

But he did not see any heat mass representing people appearing upstairs.

"It is impossible that there are no people in all rooms. Ruan Shirong and the other three are at least humans. That is how can hotel rooms be isolated and investigated?"

Fang Lu looked at the quiet corridor and guessed that he did not rush to investigate, but continued to go up and soon arrived at the third floor.

Judging from the corridor on the third floor, there is almost no difference from the corridor on the second floor.

The room he stayed at was 320 at the end of the corridor, and he decided to go and check out his room first.

He walked through the corridor, and his footsteps rang out in the corridor, and there were subtle echoes, as if many people were following him.

Fang Lu couldn't help looking back several times, but no one noticed.

The corridor soon came to an end.

Fang Lu glanced at Room 319 opposite, turned his head back, and took out the key, but his movements stopped.

What he thought was that at the hotel counter, it was difficult for the three people who arrived earlier than him to quickly install video surveillance, especially when the auction house was not available, but if someone had a wiretap in his hand, it would be possible to install it in a hidden corner without any attention.

This way, he eavesdropped on his conversation with the middle-aged aunt and learned that he lives in Room 320.

Will he be one step ahead of him and set up traps in the room waiting for him to enter the game?

Be careful.

But if he changes a room, he doesn’t know what will exist behind each door. These 320 rooms are arranged for him to live in, and maybe there will be some deep meaning.

Even if he can't hold on, he still needs to open it and take a look before he can feel at ease.

Fang Lu took out the gloves, afraid that the lock handle would be connected to the wire, or perhaps it was coated with toxins.

He used the key and slowly turned it. When the door lock made a crack, he had already flashed to the side, afraid that someone would use a hot weapon to strafuse it.

He is not afraid of ordinary bullets, but he is afraid that the other party will use heavy firearms that can cause damage to him.

Nothing happened, so he pushed open the gap in the door and used a flashlight to check whether there were thin metal wires that could detonate the bomb around the crack.

No lines were seen.

Fang Lu retreated and took out the General's shield and a wooden stick again. He used the wooden stick to push the door.

The door was then completely opened.

Still nothing happened. He was worried that there might be a pot of corrosive sulfuric acid and other things on the door.

Of course it's okay if nothing happens.

He had been delaying some time in the corridor. After confirming that there were no people hidden on both sides of the door, he quickly walked in and closed the door.

The room was filled with a faint smell of mold. The wooden table in front of the bed was placed in a black and white TV. There was also a broken landscape paper painting hanging on the wall of the TV.

The white bedspread, white quilt, and white pillows have been dyed with an uneven light yellow color.

On the wooden table in front of the bed was a red thermos pot.

The space is a little small.

Fang Lu turned around and saw a piece of paper sticking on the door, which read: Dear guest, please try not to walk outside after twelve o'clock in the evening.

"Is there any danger to walk outside after twelve o'clock in the evening?"

Fang Lu remembered this. He did not intend to take the risk of trying or breaking the rules of this hotel. Every small world has its own rules. There is no need to challenge these rules, which may bring danger.

At least try not to do this before you figure out what is hidden behind this rule.

He went to see the toilet again. The toilets in this kind of hotel are the place where the mouth rinses in the bathroom. There were white towels and disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste on the clothes hanger, and the white porcelain squatting in the toilet was covered with a layer of unclean yellow dirt.

There is no danger in the room for the time being.

But Fang Lu knew that not seeing danger does not mean there is no danger. If there are ghosts in the hotel, it is normal to not seeing danger.

He walked out of the room. It was still a long time before twelve o'clock in the evening. He wanted to take this opportunity to go out to see if he could find a clue about the door.

I don’t know what happened to those nine people?

...

District 97 of the Void Ring World.

Most explorers are concerned about this game. At the beginning of the game, a gray glazed interface pops up in front of everyone.

Of course, if you don’t like to see the gray glass interface, you can close it directly, but few people will close the gray glass interface immediately.

Because on the gray glass interface, there are the names of ten people participating in the competition.

They can see the status of ten contestants from the gray glazed interface.

The system divides contestants into four states: normal, injured, abandoned, and died.

Now an hour has passed.

And one out of the ten people has died and one gives up.

The one who died was the eighth place on the Juechen List, and the one who gave up was the sixth place on the Juechen List.

And just one hour passed, they could see the status of the contestants, but they could not know what was going on.

Someone tried to contact the sixth place in the Juechen List, but the sixth place did not answer anyone what happened, and he remained silent.

"Will the result come out soon?"

"It may be really fast."

"I don't know who can get this place?"

"Nantai Rong, who should be the first place, has the greatest chance."

"You can't say that. Did you give up directly if you didn't see the sixth place? And the ninth place is still insisting on it."

"Yes, a high ranking does not mean you will definitely be able to reach the end."

"I just hope that the quota will fall into the hands of people who are mentally normal."

"Worrying about what the use of this is, don't forget that even if you get a quota in District 97, it doesn't mean you can become the final winner in the next World Championship."
Chapter completed!