Qin Che slowly returned to the Front Desk. The four Misses from the morning were gone, replaced by another four who were even more alluring and had hotter figures.
Just as Qin Che was about to strike up a conversation with them, Jack arrived.
He pulled Qin Che into an empty corner, holding a File bag in his hand.
“This matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me,” Jack’s voice was very low, so low that Qin Che had to lean close to his ear to hear, “Guests with permanent residency rights in the Afterlife Hotel are incredibly noble beings, and their information is strictly forbidden to be leaked. If you fail to serve Ms. Moxiya well, not only will you die, but I who provided you with the information will also be buried with you.”
“Alright, alright,” Qin Che comforted him, “She’s just an Older Sister, I can handle it.”
Saying that, he reached out to take the File bag from Jack’s hand, but unexpectedly, Jack was clutching it tightly.
Qin Che gave him a strange look, then continued to apply Forcefully, but Jack still did not let go.
“What’s wrong?” Qin Che let go of his hand and looked at Jack, puzzled, “I’m in a real hurry here, I only have a few hours left, I might as well study this in the afternoon.”
“Sigh—” Jack looked conflicted, staring at Qin Che, and took a deep breath, “Actually, I still value you quite a bit. You earned 32 Points in just one morning; if you can reach 100 Points, you can be promoted to a Junior Steward. But why did you have to be the one Ms. Moxiya took a liking to?”
Seeing Jack’s abnormal demeanor, Qin Che’s heart tightened: “What do you mean?”
“There is a list of the deceased in the File bag; look at it yourself,” Jack sighed.
“A list of the deceased?”
“A list of people who died at the hands of Ms. Moxiya,” Jack explained.
Hearing this, Qin Che couldn't help but swallow hard.
Wasn't the plan to go to her room tonight, endure the disgust, and wrong himself by sleeping with her for one night? It didn't say he had to lose his life!
Qin Che asked cautiously, “How about… I don’t go tonight?”
“I advise you not to do that,” Jack said gravely, “If you go, there’s still a sliver of a chance to live. If you don't go, even I can’t protect you. You know, in the Afterlife Hotel, Customer is King. Since Ms. Moxiya has taken a liking to you, you must satisfy all her needs as much as possible.”
“Even a rich woman’s steel wool must be satisfied?”
“What is that?” Jack asked.
“Nothing, nothing,” Qin Che gave a dry laugh twice, then his expression became much more serious. He took a deep breath and took the File bag from Jack’s hand: “Has anyone ever come out of Ms. Moxiya’s room alive?”
“Uh, probably,” Jack thought for a moment, “But I’m not very familiar with it, so I don’t have much to remind you about.”
“Okay,” Qin Che sighed lightly, “Then I won’t go to the Lobby this afternoon; I’ll study this properly.”
“According to regulations, this is not allowed, but this time I will allow you half a day of Rest to study properly.” As he spoke, Jack handed Qin Che a card, “This is an Afterlife Hotel Gold Pass, allowing you to move around in areas below the 24th Floor.”
“Got it, thanks.” Qin Che took the Pass and headed toward the Staff passage.
After Qin Che disappeared from Jack’s sight, the corners of Jack’s mouth began to turn up, and he started cackling maniacally as if he had gone insane.
……
Qin Che wandered aimlessly, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the Seventh Floor.
He leaned against the Window at the end of the corridor, flipping through Moxiya’s file.
Moxiya, permanent resident of Room 1203, Fierce Ghost level.
Height 167cm, Weight 45kg （ Lifespan ）
“Tsk tsk, her figure is indeed quite good.”
Characteristics: An aged face inconsistent with an elegant body, likes to wear red gowns, has a deep, bone-visible wound on her back.
Favorite Foods: Blue eyes, Caucasian liver, pan-fried human tongue…
Likes drinking, clubbing, likes everything exciting, and good-looking Humans.
Qin Che continued reading down.
Cause of Death in Life: Moxiya, who frequented various Bars, was targeted by thugs in an alley after drinking one night. She resisted death and bit off one of the thug’s ears, but was struck in the back with an axe by another thug.
Targeted by thugs?
With a face like Moxiya’s, she was targeted by thugs?
Those thugs really aren't picky!
Qin Che clicked his tongue secretly.
But this is a Clue. Moxiya likes drinking; take her to a Bar to drink her fill, then drag her to 857. After 857, while she is semi-conscious, send her back to her room and sneak away myself.
Perfect!
Arrange everything for her with a one-stop service.
Hmm… isn’t this a bit too simple?
Qin Che felt uneasy again. He took out the list of the deceased from the File bag and glanced over it. Without exception, they were all handsome men. A large portion were Employees of the Afterlife Hotel, and one had even managed to become a Steward, albeit a Junior Steward promoted after earning one hundred Points.
The first person was named Zhang Jingcheng. He was forcibly sent to the Thriller World two years ago. His physique was comparable to a world-class male model, and he was fair-skinned and tender, the type that makes an Older Sister unable to resist after just one look.
However, he delivered himself to her door. He followed Moxiya into the room, probably intending to use his Older Sister collector ability to rake in some Good reviews, but he never came out again. Long after the game ended, there was no news of him, so he could only be classified as Death.
The second person was named Liu Yudo, also the 'puppy' type, but not a Player transported here. He was a Pervert serial killer in the real world who had murdered 72 women. Relying on his delicate appearance, he deceived women overflowing with maternal affection, luring them to his home to commit murder. He hid in the Thriller World to evade pursuit by the Federation.
But he didn't expect that the Federation also had personnel stationed in the Thriller World. Liu Yudo was forced to blend into the Afterlife Hotel. He encountered Moxiya in the corridor and was taken back to her room that night. Some Guests said they heard exciting screams coming from Room 1203 in the middle of the night, but the exact nature of the excitement is unknown.
The third person was a Waiter at a Bar. He had a girlfriend. One day while working at the Bar, his head was blown apart by one punch from Moxiya. According to rumors, Moxiya pursued him unsuccessfully for three days. In a fit of anger, Moxiya went straight to his place and slaughtered him.
This suddenly became terrifying.
If he refused Moxiya, he would probably have his head twisted off within three days. If he went into her room, he would likely meet the same fate.
“Ah, damn it!”
Qin Che started to panic, muttering, “This is too dangerous, truly too dangerous.”
Ding—
The Elevator closest to Qin Che on the Seventh Floor suddenly chimed and stopped there for a long time without any movement.
Just as Qin Che slowly moved over to take a look, a tall, imposing man in black walked out of the Elevator, dragging a corpse behind him. The sound of the corpse scraping against the carpet made a rustling noise.
Suddenly, he turned around. Those Pitch-black eyes were like an abyss, instantly mesmerizing Qin Che, leaving him frozen like a wooden dummy for that moment.
Immediately following that, an extremely strong suction force, like a deep-sea Vortex, pulled at Qin Che’s back.
With a bang, the Window shattered, and Qin Che was thrown out.
Outside the window was a dim yellow Sky, like sulfur covering the heavens, lifeless and dead. In the distance in the air, a massive black-purple Vortex was slowly circling.
Qin Che’s mind went completely blank.