Zhang Quan was stunned for a moment, looking at the towel in his hand, he couldn't help but smile.
This woman was really interesting. Was she peeking while he was showering?
Putting on the bath towel, Zhang Quan walked towards the door.
"Qianqian, you run quite fast," Zhang Quan said while drying his hair.
The woman sitting on the headboard looked up, confused, "What runs fast?"
Zhang Quan pointed to the bathroom, "Didn't you just hand me a towel? It's in the bathroom."
"A towel? Did I give you a towel? I haven't even been to the bathroom yet."
Zhang Quan's hair-drying motion stopped. After a moment of surprise, he laughed, "Stop joking. Didn't you give me the towel just now? Who did?"
"How would I know? I've been sitting on the headboard the whole time."
As she spoke, the woman walked towards the bathroom.
Zhang Quan watched the woman's retreating back, lost in thought for a moment.
He searched the room. Besides the two of them, there was no one else. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
The more he thought about it, the colder Zhang Quan felt. He then shook his head. He was an unwavering materialist. He hung the towel on the back of the door.
Hearing the splashing sound of water from the bathroom, his face showed an excited expression.
He took out his phone from another pocket, turned on the camera, and placed it in a slightly hidden corner.
After doing this, Zhang Quan retreated and sat on the headboard.
As he was sitting, a knocking sound came from the door.
Zhang Quan got up and walked to the door, opened it, and looked outside.
There was no one in the hotel corridor.
Zhang Quan thought it was strange and was about to close the door.
"Ah!"
The sudden scream startled Zhang Quan, and he immediately rushed into the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, he found the woman tightly wrapped in a bath towel, as if she had seen something terrifying. Her body was curled up in the corner of the bathroom.
"Qianqian! What's wrong?"
Zhang Quan said, his eyes quickly scanning the woman. Seeing that she was tightly wrapped in the bath towel, his eyes couldn't help but show some disappointment.
"When I was rinsing my hair with the showerhead, I suddenly felt a hand grab my head. When I reached out, my hand even touched it."
"That hand was so cold, like ice!"
As she spoke, the woman's face was pale. Thinking of the scene just now, she couldn't stop trembling.
"No way?" Zhang Quan asked doubtfully.
Hearing her say that, he couldn't help but think of the towel incident.
He looked around the bathroom, his heart hanging in suspense.
"It's okay, it's okay. You must have scared yourself. I'll rinse your hair for you and wash off the foam," Zhang Quan crouched down and picked up the showerhead on the floor.
Picking up the showerhead, he noticed the toilet lid was not closed. He closed the toilet lid and intended to go behind the woman.
As his hand touched the toilet lid, he noticed faint footprints on it.
He hadn't seen any footprints when he was showering earlier.
He silently looked down at the woman's feet. After comparison, the footprints on the toilet lid did not match the woman's feet at all.
Water was still flowing in the toilet. The water that flowed out mixed with it, and the water turned from transparent to red.
The more Zhang Quan looked, the more he saw reflections in the toilet water.
In the water, there was a hanging woman. Her feet were facing the water in the toilet, and those feet were swaying back and forth above his head.
Zhang Quan shivered, his hands trembling.
"Hurry up and rinse me, I don't want to stay here anymore," the woman urged.
Zhang Quan quickly nodded, picked up the showerhead, and was about to rinse the woman's head.
He placed the showerhead over the woman's head, but no water came out.
"Hurry up and rinse, the foam is getting into my eyes," the woman urged.
"It seems the water is off," Zhang Quan took a deep breath and looked into the toilet again.
The water in the toilet was clear, with no sign of what he had seen before.
"Could it be that I'm too weak and hallucinating?" Zhang Quan thought.
He looked down at the showerhead and screamed.
Long black hair flowed out of the showerhead's holes.
These hairs quickly wrapped around Zhang Quan's wrist.
Zhang Quan felt a chill down his spine, his heart filled with panic.
He turned his head and saw a woman in a white dress standing motionlessly at the bathroom door. Her entire face was pale, and there were deep ligature marks on her neck.
Her gaze towards Zhang Quan was filled with resentment.
"Ah! Qinqin!" Zhang Quan was startled, his legs instantly went weak, and he kept backing away.
"What Qinqin? Are you even capable?"
The woman grumbled, snatched the showerhead, and began to rinse herself.
The water came out, but it was red.
Red water, like fresh blood, splashed onto the woman's head and flowed all over her body. She looked like a blood-soaked person.
"There's... there's a ghost!"
"There's a ghost!"
Zhang Quan shouted madly. In his panic, he turned his head to face the wall.
He wished he could run through the wall.
Zhang Quan soon felt he was losing control, as if a pair of hands were gripping his head tightly.
His head was twisted by a force. His face, which was originally facing the wall, was twisted back by this force.
His feet straightened uncontrollably.
"Help me! Quickly! Help me!"
The woman was also startled by Zhang Quan's frantic expression. She stopped rinsing her hair halfway and dared not continue.
"Are you f***ing crazy?"
To her shock, Zhang Quan tremblingly reached out and picked up the nose-hair scissors.
Zhang Quan raised his other hand, pulled off the bath towel, and stood there naked.
"What... what are you doing?" the woman exclaimed, seeing the strange expression on Zhang Quan's face, crying and laughing alternately.
Zhang Quan was so scared he started crying. He clearly felt someone grabbing his hand, and something cold was pressed against his back.
Through the mirror, he saw that besides the woman, Zheng Qinqin was also there.
The person hugging him tightly from behind was Zheng Qinqin.
Zheng Qinqin's hands grabbed his, moving his hand towards his crotch.
The scissors slowly approached.
"No! No! Qinqin, I was wrong! No! No!" Zhang Quan shook his head frantically.
With a "click," blood splattered.
Seeing all this, the woman completely panicked. With a scream,
She ran out of the bathroom in a panic, without even putting on her clothes, and quickly grabbed the bag on the bed.
She opened her bag, took out her phone, and said in despair, "Brother Jiang, this target is a lunatic. This setup has completely failed."