bookrandom Chapter 751 Shadow Hand
Chapter 751 Shadow Hand
Chen Yile stood in the corridor of the Oriental Hotel, holding an old key in his hand.
The metal edge of the key was rusty, but under the moonlight, it still emitted a strange cold glow.
He took a deep breath and inserted the key into the lock. With a soft click, the door slowly opened.
A strong musty smell hit him in the face. Chen Yile frowned and walked quickly into the room.
The layout of the room was exactly the same as I remembered. A single bed was leaning crookedly against the wall, and a faded map hung above the bed.
There was a bronze table lamp on the windowsill, and the lampshade was covered with dust; there were several piles of yellowed books in the corner, and the words on the spines had long been blurred.
He walked to the window and pushed aside the heavy curtains.
The night wind swept into the room, bringing a chill, and Chen Yile couldn't help but shiver. Outside the window was a pitch-black skyline, and in the distance, a few sporadic dog barks could be heard.
Just then, a low sound of footsteps came from behind.
Chen Yile turned around abruptly, only to find the room empty. His heartbeat quickened, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were echoing in his ears. He suppressed his inner panic and walked quickly towards the door.
However, when he grasped the door handle, a cold arm suddenly grabbed his neck from behind.
"Ah!" Chen Yile cried out in horror.
This scream did not come from the real world.
Chen Yile opened his eyes abruptly and found himself lying in bed. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, soaking the pillow. He gasped, trying to clear his mind.
The scene just now was too real - the room in the Oriental Hotel, the musty smell, the bronze lamp, even the strange footsteps. All of this overlapped with a fragment of his memory.
He rolled out of bed and walked to his desk. The light from the desk lamp cast a warm glow in the darkness. He opened his laptop and typed rapidly on the keyboard.
"Oriental Hotel, key, musty smell, bronze table lamp." Lines of keywords appeared on the screen.
Suddenly, his fingers stopped.
The blurry picture in my memory suddenly became clear. It was a rainy night five years ago.
He was still studying at the time, and due to an unexpected opportunity, he participated in the investigation of a mysterious disappearance case.
The incident happened in a remote small hotel, and the name of the hotel was "Oriental Hotel".
Chen Yile's fingers trembled slightly. He remembered clearly that rainy night when he found an old diary in the basement of the hotel.
The owner of the diary is a man named "Zhang Mingyuan", who records a series of strange events he experienced while working in the hotel.
"Every night, strange noises would come from the basement, like someone crying softly, or some creature growling."
"Tonight, I witnessed an incredible sight. A woman in a long white dress floated past me. Her face was expressionless."
"I can no longer go on. Every time I try to uncover the truth, an invisible force tries to stop me..."
Chen Yile closed his laptop and walked to the window. The night was still dark, with a few sporadic cicada chirps in the distance.
He looked back at the key on the desk. It was the key he found in the basement of the Oriental Hotel five years ago.
At the time, he thought it was just an ordinary room card key, but he didn't expect...
At this moment, a biting chill suddenly hit me from behind.
Chen Yile turned around suddenly, only to find that the room was empty.
"Who?" His voice trembled a little.
There is only silence.
He took a deep breath, trying to convince himself it was just psychological.
However, when he looked at the desk again, he found a yellowed photo in front of him.
The photo shows a room that is very similar to the Oriental Hotel.
The same single bed, the same bronze table lamp, the same yellowed books.
What shocked him even more was that in the corner of the photo, he could vaguely see a blurry figure, which seemed to be smiling at the camera.
Chen Yile's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He reached out to pick up the photo, but found his arm seemed to be restrained by something.
"Don't touch it." A hoarse voice sounded in my ears.
Chen Yile's whole body trembled. He was very familiar with this voice!
That was the sound I heard in the basement of the Oriental Hotel five years ago!
Just then, a rapid cell phone ring broke the silence in the room.
Chen Yile quickly pulled out his phone, and an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.
"Hello?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"Mr. Chen, we have been waiting for you for a long time." A low voice came from the other end of the phone.
Chen Yile's heart twitched violently. This voice... he had never heard it before, but he inexplicably felt a deep sense of unease.
"Who are you?" he asked, suppressing the panic in his heart.
"We are an organization dedicated to studying the supernatural." The other party paused. "Do you know the secret of the 'Oriental Hotel'?"
Chen Yile's fingers trembled slightly. "Who are you? Why are you telling me this?"
"We are the Shadow Hand." There was a hint of pride in the other party's voice. "We have been secretly observing you. Did you know? The Oriental Hotel is not just an ordinary hotel - it is the key to another world."
Chen Yile felt his back soaked with sweat. "What on earth do you want to say?"
"It's simple." The other party's voice suddenly turned cold. "We will fund your investigation, but the condition is that you must hand over your findings from the Oriental Hotel to us."
"What?" Chen Yile could hardly believe his ears.
"The Oriental Inn holds immense power—if we can resurrect the evil spirits, we can rule the world." A hint of fanaticism lingered in the other party's voice. "But your power alone is far from enough. Join us! We will give you everything you need."
Chen Yile took a deep breath. "Are you crazy? Resurrecting evil spirits will only bring disaster!"
"Haha!" The other party suddenly burst into laughter. "Young people are always so idealistic. Let me tell you a secret. The evil spirit is not a demon. It is just a collection of energy. As long as we can control it, we can use its power to achieve our goals."
Chen Yile felt sick. "What on earth do you want to do?"
"You don't need to know this." The other party's voice suddenly turned cold. "If you are unwilling to cooperate, we will make you regret it."
The person on the other end of the line suddenly hung up.
Chen Yile stood there blankly, the phone in his hand had lost signal.
His mind went blank - the existence of this mysterious organization made him realize that things were far more complicated than he had imagined.