I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

The flight, which departed from Los Angeles at 10:00 AM, finally arrived in New York after a 5-hour flight.

Due to the time difference, it was already 6:30 pm in New York.

It was already completely dark.

Following the staff's instructions,

Li Yuan found the taxi stand at the airport.

As Li Yuan stepped out of the airport, he felt the chill of New York.

He subconsciously tightened his clothes:

"Phew... It's pretty cold in New York..."

He then quickly got into a taxi that was waiting for passengers.

The driver glanced at Li Yuan's face in the rearview mirror.

Then, speaking in heavily accented English, he greeted them warmly:

"Hello sir, where would you like to go?"

At that time, Indians made up a large proportion of taxi drivers in New York.

This is different from Los Angeles, where there are more Hispanics.

Li Yuan took out his phone and called the contact information that Kaplan had left.

She gave the driver the address:

"Dolphin Hotel"

"Yes, sir!"

The driver started the car in a good mood, but then he explained to Li Yuan:

"There might be some traffic during this time; it will probably take us more than an hour to drive."

Li Yuan nodded without saying a word, because the call had already been connected.

A calm and capable voice came from the phone:

"Hello, this is the Dolphin Hotel."

Li Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this. The owner of this hotel was truly arrogant.

Surprisingly, the phone number left was that of the hotel reception.

"Hello?"

Seeing that Li Yuan didn't speak, the person on the other end of the phone asked in confusion.

"Oh, hello."

Coming to his senses, Li Yuan continued:

"My name is Li Yuan. I've been asked by your boss to handle some matters."

"Hello, Mr. Li Yuan, I have received the notification."

The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of professional respect as he introduced himself:

"I am Garrett Orlin, the manager of the Dolphin Hotel."

It turned out to be the hotel manager. Instantly, the image of the black manager from the movie flashed into Li Yuan's mind.

"Hi Garrett, I just got on the bus and should arrive at the hotel in about an hour."

"Okay, Dolphin Hotel welcomes you."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yuan looked out the car window and curiously observed the New York night view.

At that time, New York was still recovering from the attack.

Even at night, there are still many armed police officers on the streets.

The site of the attack has not yet been reconstructed.

When Li Yuan passed by, the place was still a ruin.

Outside the erected isolation wall, flowers and candles placed by mourners were laid out.

As time passed, the car gradually drove past the zero point and began to turn around.

Li Yuan, who has a good sense of direction, suddenly realized that the driver seemed to be taking a detour.

Li Yuan frowned and asked:

"Driver, did you take a longer route?"

The driver, realizing that Li Yuan had seen through his trick, quickly tried to argue:

"No, there's no traffic here, so we can get to our destination much faster."

Li Yuan glanced at the meter, which wasn't running.

I had my answer; it seemed I had hailed an unlicensed taxi.

This bastard clearly mistook Li Yuan for a tourist from China.

However, Li Yuan didn't make a fuss. Let him take the detour if he wants; he'll just take him to his destination.

After all, Li Yuan had no intention of paying.

A few moments later, the car arrived at the Dolphin Hotel, located on Lexington Avenue in Midtown Manhattan.

The car slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and the Indian driver, grinning with his yellow teeth, said to Li Yuan:

"Hello sir, the fare is $300."

"Do you think you're worth $300?"

Li Yuan glanced at him disdainfully, then sneered and said:

"No, maybe it's worth it separately."

Ah San's face immediately darkened.

He suddenly pulled a baseball bat from under his buttocks and pointed it at Li Yuan, threatening him:

"Your head better be as hard as your mouth, you idiot!"

Li Yuan turned his head to avoid the baseball bat that was being extended, and then put on his gloves with a look of disgust.

A moment later, Li Yuan opened the door and got out of the car.

He took off his gloves with a look of disgust and tossed them aside, muttering under his breath:

"Damn it, I feel dirty!"

Then they slowly walked into the Dolphin Hotel across the street.

The Indian driver, looking terrified, was half-reclined in his seat.

Like an acrobat, he stuffed a baseball bat into his mouth...

The lobby of the Dolphin Hotel was bustling with people, and business seemed to be booming.

There was no indication that this was a guest room with a notorious reputation.

Just as Li Yuan was looking at the classical and elegant decor of the lobby,

A tall, black man in a dark uniform walked slowly from the other side of the lobby.

He approached Li Yuan and politely asked:

"Excuse me for bothering you, are you Mr. Li Yuan?"

Li Yuan looked at the black manager who resembled him by about 70% in his memory, and nodded with a smile:

"That's right, Garrett?"

Manager Garrett nodded in agreement and said with a smile:

"You must be tired from your journey. I imagine you haven't eaten yet. We..."

Li Yuan waved his hand, interrupting Garrett:

"You guys get ready first, I'll go eat after I finish the exorcism."

Seeing Li Yuan's confident demeanor, Garrett was both surprised and worried.

But he still kindly reminded Li Yuan:

"You...it would be best to be prepared before you go."

A while ago, a horror novelist was also very confident...

Li Yuan knew who Garrett was talking about.

But how could I possibly be like him?

Li Yuan even wondered if he was being pulled into a hallucination.

He then said firmly:

"Don't worry, just take me there now. Let's get this over with quickly and come back for dinner."

Seeing Li Yuan's insistence, Garrett had no choice but to nod in agreement.

He then went to retrieve the key to room 1408.

He then led Li Yuan into the hotel elevator and headed to room 1408 on the 13th floor.

Inside the elevator, Garrett asked with some curiosity:

"Mr. Li, more than 50 people have died in that room. Can you handle all those ghosts?"

"There shouldn't be that many. Not everyone who dies becomes a bound spirit."

Of course, this is just Li Yuan's guess.

Because the main character in the movie didn't encounter many earthbound spirits.

More often than not, it was the room that gave him hallucinations.

Of course, if there really are that many ghosts, Li Yuan wouldn't mind reaping some experience points.

"I see, thank you for your explanation."

After thanking Li Yuan, Garrett hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Seeing this, Li Yuan asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Garrett composed himself, his tone carrying a complex emotion:

"If... if you encounter a ghost named Mike inside, please thank him for me."

Li Yuan knew Mike; he was the male lead in the movie.

Maybe I really will run into him.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan nodded in agreement.

The elevator was about to reach its destination.

Li Yuan looked at the floor buttons on the elevator.

It turned out that there was indeed no 13th floor above.

The elevator went directly to the 14th floor after passing the 12th floor.

But this is just burying one's head in the sand.

The 14th floor is actually just the 13th floor with a different number.

*Buzz—Click.*

The old elevator stopped on the 14th floor of the hotel and then slowly opened its doors.

Garrett stood cautiously in the elevator and handed the key to Li Yuan.

He bowed respectfully to Li Yuan.

"Mr. Li, good luck."