The night was dark, and Song Wushuang's sixth sense told her that there must be something wrong "here".

Although she applied to be the front desk manager of this "Sansheng B&B" that imitates the old Shanghai style not long ago, the deserted working atmosphere is the daily state. There are obviously not a single guest checking in today, but at this time, the lobby is full of people drinking and drinking, and the lights are bright.

The center of the lobby turned into a dance floor. There were several gentlemen in suits and tuxedos leading a lady in cheongsam to dance a graceful ballroom dance. The dance music was composed of piano and saxophone, and was similar to the music from the Republican Party TV series Dance on TV.

Exactly the same.

Song Wushuang stood aside and shivered, looking at everything that appeared out of thin air and was at a loss.

Suddenly, a woman with wavy hair on her forehead pulled her hard. Song Wushuang, who was in shock, was so frightened that he felt as if he saw an evil spirit coming towards him. His body tilted and lost balance, and he fell backwards.

At the critical moment, a pair of strong hands pulled her into a manly embrace. Before she could recover, she heard the ladies next to her laughing and shouting, "Mr. Zhou is here, Mr. Zhou is here."

"

At this time, she was completely confused and surrounded by huge panic.

The Mr. Zhou in front of her was no more than 27 or 28 years old. He was wearing a crisp white suit and had short hair. Under his thick eyebrows was a pair of big bright eyes, which seemed to hide the stars in the sea. He was affectionate and deep, with a handsome facial profile.

He seemed to be exceptionally outstanding.

Mr. Zhou looked at her in surprise, and she couldn't care less. She broke away from the embrace and shouted, "What the hell..."

After saying that, he ran towards the door.

She had not run far when she was knocked to the ground by someone. Her head hit the floor tiles hard, which gave her a splitting headache. She climbed up hard and struggled forward with the will to survive, but

Her vision began to double.

She shook her head, trying hard to see everything in front of her...

The person who knocked her down was a rickshaw driver whom she had seen in films and TV dramas of the Republic of China.

There are antique cars running on the road.

On both sides of the road are ancient buildings from the old Shanghai period.

OMG!

How is this going?

She thought that when she was on duty at the B&B, a strange old lady came and insisted on finding a non-existent room 404, and all the weirdness started from that room 404.

Her vision became increasingly blurry, and she fell to the ground again with a "plop".

In the last scene before losing consciousness, she saw Mr. Zhou again. He leaned down and picked her up...

*

An hour ago, Sansheng B&B.

The weather was sultry and hot. Song Wushuang looked at the computer system and sighed helplessly. She had emphasized to the old lady in front of her many times that they really did not have Room 404 here.

But the old lady insisted that she had lived there before!

Song Wushuang had some doubts about whether the old lady had Alzheimer's disease.

The old lady in front of me has silvery white hair in an exquisite bun. She has a kind face and a slight smile. She is wearing an exquisite white silk cheongsam. There are two exquisite chrysanthemum discs on the right lapel of the cheongsam, with golden buttons.

The golden silk shimmers slightly under the light. There is also a delicate lotus jade pendant hanging on the last buckle, which makes the whole cheongsam exquisite and dazzling.

At first glance, the old lady is a very sophisticated old Shanghainese.

Song Wushuang patiently told the old lady that there are only three floors here, not four floors, so where is the 404?

Hearing this, the old lady was not annoyed and looked at her with a smile. Occasionally she opened the wooden folding fan in her hand and fanned it gently. The breeze gently raised the silvery white hair on her temples, calmly, calmly and elegantly.

atmosphere.

Song Wushuang judged based on past experience that this old lady must be an elder from a wealthy family. She had Alzheimer's disease and got lost. She had to carefully persuade the old lady not to have any accidents in Sansheng B&B.

She patiently persuaded the old lady and said, "Old lady, do you have your family's contact information?"

"Little girl, do you think I'm sick? I'm not sick. I remember clearly that there is room 404 in the Sansheng Hotel. I actually stayed there."

Song Wushuang didn't want to argue anymore, and helped the old lady sit on the sofa nearby to rest.

"The room was very large, with a large floor-to-ceiling window. Every day the sun shined through that window, and the golden light shone in the room, making it extremely warm and comfortable. I remember that there was a mahogany flower stand by the window, and a flower stand on the flower stand.

A pot of Clivia. That pot of Clivia is very precious, worth tens of thousands."

Song Wushuang poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to the old lady's hand. The old lady drank the tea and continued to fall into memories...

"There is a large mahogany bed in the room, with gauze curtains like moonlight on the mahogany bed. Opposite the bed, there is a large mahogany wardrobe. In the wardrobe are all exquisite cheongsams and dresses. By the way, especially

The carpets in the room are all from Persia. When you step on the woven wool, there is not only no sound when you step on it, but it also feels like you are stepping on clouds."

Song Wushuang chuckled. He didn't know if the old lady was working as a novelist when she was young. The details of this ridiculous incident were described in great detail.

The old lady put down her teacup and walked upstairs. Song Wushuang wanted to stop her, but swallowed her words again. In order to make the old lady give up, she personally accompanied her on the trip.

When the two reached the third floor, the old lady pointed to the corridor with her orchid finger, "Look, little girl, isn't this the staircase leading to the fourth floor?"

Song Wushuang patiently told her, "Here are the stairs leading to the rooftop, and there are the hanging gardens, where small events are occasionally held."

The old lady did not argue and continued to walk upstairs gracefully. When the two reached the end of the stairs, a locked iron door blocked their way. Song Wushuang said as if he had everything under control.

, "Look, there is no road here, right? This is the iron door on the rooftop. It is locked when it is not moving and cannot be pushed open." As she said that, she pushed it symbolically, and the door did not move at all.

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The old lady still smiled calmly. After she handed the wooden folding fan to Song Wushuang, she pushed it gently with her wrinkled hands, and the lock of the door fell to the ground with a "click".

I saw two doors opening slowly...

Song Wushuang was stunned.

Behind the door is not a rooftop, but a quiet corridor covered with carpets. Wall lamps with lilies are embedded in the walls on both sides of the corridor. There are also Western paintings hanging under the wall lamps. There is a door next to each painting...

The old lady stepped on the mid-soled high heels and confidently stepped over the iron threshold. The carpet was soft and she didn't make a single sound of her footsteps.

The old lady walked to the door of a room and paused. She turned back and waved her hand towards Song Wushuang, "Little girl, come in. Look, this is room 404."

It's really scary that the geniuses out there are encountering such weird things.

She stiffly said to the old lady, pretending to be calm, "I don't need to go in. Since you have found room 404, I wish you a good rest...and I won't disturb you..."

Song Wushuang wanted to run, but her feet were like two big iron balls tied to them and she couldn't move.

The old lady was neither annoyed nor angry, and gently pushed the door of 404. The door opened with force... At the same time, a force pushed Song Wushuang forward. No matter how hard Song Wushuang tried to hold back the force, it was in vain.

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She was pushed to the door of room 404 by this force, and the magical scene in front of her only intensified her inner panic. The large floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, the exquisite mahogany flower stand, the precious clivia... everything in front of her was the same as before.

Described exactly the same.

I saw the old man standing in front of the clivia, intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers.

The mysterious force behind her pushed her into room 404, seeming to want her to verify everything here for herself.

The precious mahogany bed, the moonlight gauze, and the wardrobe filled with cheongsams and dresses...

Song Wushuang exclaimed, "Old lady, this place is exactly as you said."

For a long time, she didn't get any response. When she turned around, she found that the old lady was missing. She went downstairs to look for her, and found that everything here had changed. It had become lively and peaceful, and all these changes were very important to her.

It's all extremely scary... That's the beginning, the scene where she ran away like crazy and was knocked unconscious by a rickshaw.


Chapter completed!