I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The blood kept gushing from the screen, accompanied by some faint whispers of amber. The blood flowed onto Lu Ban's hands and dripped down his arm.

Lu Ban closed his eyes, then opened them again. The blood was still there; it was not an illusion.

He pushed open the door, walked into the hotel, and placed his phone on the front desk.

Blood kept flowing out of the phone, an endless stream, creating a shocking and terrifying feeling.

He looked around. The hotel was dilapidated, decaying, and extremely damp. Everything from the wooden tables and leather sofas to the landline telephone and the clock on the wall had a sense of abandonment, as if it had been pulled out of the water.

Lu Ban glanced inside. The hotel had four floors, which was considered a tall building on the island. It only had stairs, not an elevator.

Thankfully, there weren't any twins standing at the top of the stairs saying, "Working without playing, even smart Jack becomes stupid."

He looked at the phone, which was still oozing blood, and thought to himself that he couldn't keep the phone.

Lu Ban looked through the records and found some accommodation records at the front desk.

This town is relatively underdeveloped; computers are not yet widespread, and accommodation records are all handwritten.

Turning to the first page, Lu Ban saw that it was a record from the 1960s, and it seemed that the island had only gradually developed its tourism industry since then.

The broken English notes contained the tourists' names and basic information, which Lu Ban couldn't understand very well anyway, so he flipped directly to the end.

However, Lu Ban discovered that the record only went up to ten years ago at most.

"That's strange, could it be that they've replaced it with a new one?"

Lu Ban casually flipped through the records and found that there were still many blank spaces after the initial entries, so it wasn't necessary to replace them.

After all, it's been used for decades, and it's been used for so long, there's no need to replace it now.

There were no other written records on the table, so Lu Ban went back and looked through them again.

He carefully reviewed the final record this time.

Soon, he discovered that there were familiar names on it.

gyu Zou，Shuzhi Sun。

Zou Changyu and Sun Shuzhi were the merchant couple who invited them to this island.

They were the last tourists to check in.

Upon calculation, Lu Ban realized that the time they checked in was almost the same time his child was killed.

Their child, who was not at home when the victim was murdered, now appears to have come here.

What happened?

Lu Ban already found the couple suspicious, and now that the entire island was acting strangely, he had reason to suspect that they were definitely connected to the jade pendant.

Now that these accommodation records have come out, Lu Ban estimates that they must have hidden something on this island.

"Where are Xia and Lao Cui?"

Lu Ban wanted to take a picture with his phone to record the event, but after looking at the phone that was still bleeding, he had no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, his memory was unparalleled, and he could perfectly recall all the details. Therefore, he carefully wrote down this record, just in case.

He arrived at the door next to the front desk, which should be the boss's room.

Pushing open the door, a damp smell hits you, like a stale rag; taking a deep breath would definitely make your stomach churn.

After searching for a while, there was no textual or pictorial information available.

He left the room, intending to go upstairs to take a look.

The shoes creaked as they stepped on the stairs, as if they might break and fall at any moment.

He went up to the second floor, where all the rooms had their doors tightly closed.

Lu Ban twisted the doorknob and found that the door was unlocked. He pushed it open and found that the room was fairly spacious, but it was filled with a rotten and damp smell, and the quilt was covered with mold.

He came out and went to the second door.

At that moment, Lu Ban heard a sound coming from the room next door.

winter--

It sounded like something falling to the ground. Lu Ban recognized the sound; it was the same sound he heard in the villa's corridor earlier.

He immediately lowered his footsteps and went to the door of the room where the sound was coming from.

Listen carefully, and you'll hear subtle sounds beyond the babbling.

It's like a human heartbeat, breathing, or other minute life activities.

Lu Ban was quite certain that something existed behind this door.

He gently placed his hand on the doorknob.

Just then, all the noise stopped.

Lu Ban sensed that everything behind the door had suddenly stopped moving.

Both breathing and heartbeat stopped.

But a strong premonition told Lu Ban that there must be something behind this.

He held his breath.

The next moment, Lu Ban pushed the door open and entered.

Chapter 924 Group Photo

The moment Trist pushed open the door, he smelled a stench of blood.

As a criminal investigator, he frequently comes into contact with major crime scenes. He has investigated everything from sewers and swill buckets to unattended public toilets, and he has seen all sorts of strange and monstrous things.

The most outrageous incident was a drowning case in a public toilet on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

There was a drunkard drinking nearby who needed to urinate and wanted to find a place to relieve himself. He happened to see a toilet and went inside.

This toilet was only used by passersby occasionally and was almost never cleaned. The stench that had accumulated over the years immediately sobered the drunkard up. After vomiting for a while, he finished relieving himself and was about to go back when he discovered that there was an eye staring at him from the pile of excrement.

The drunkard thought he had really encountered a ghost, so he scrambled out of the room. Later, he told his friend, and the two decided to call the police.

Unexpectedly, they actually dug a person out of the cesspool. The person was wearing a raincoat and didn't seem like someone who had accidentally fallen in. Drizzt immediately judged that it might be a criminal case.

Fortunately, the body had not been dead for long, so a forensic examination was still possible. The results showed that there were no obvious external injuries on the body, and the cause of death was asphyxiation.

After searching the stench-filled scene again and finding the camera and some equipment, Trist finally pieced together what had happened.

The deceased, driven by some peculiar and unspeakable fetish, donned a raincoat, carried a camera, and hid in the toilet to spy on people. However, he didn't expect the toilet to be so smelly, and the years of accumulated stench had caused some special chemical reactions. Combined with the weather, he was overwhelmed by the stench and passed out.

It just so happened that during that time, Jiangcheng was experiencing heavy rain, and the rainwater flowed into the latrine, drowning the unfortunate voyeur.

Drizzt has no idea what it feels like to be killed by excrement; in any case, none of the deceased's relatives who were notified came to his burial.

So, having seen all sorts of storms, Drizzt immediately smelled the stench of blood when he opened the door.

He didn't know why he got separated from Xi Ya and Lu Ban in the fog, and in the hazy state, he arrived at the hotel.

But there wasn't a soul in the hotel, not even a trace of Chen Danshen or He Youwu.

Trist carefully searched the first floor but found no written documents, only three photos.

The first photo is of a young couple standing in front of the hotel, surrounded by well-wishers.

The photo is yellowed, as if it was taken many years ago. The couple in the photo look quite happy, so they must be the owners of this hotel.

The second photo also features these two people, but in addition to them, there are two children, one older and one younger. The older one is about six or seven years old, while the younger one is still an infant. There are also many passersby around them. Although they have aged and looked much more weathered, the smiles on their faces have not diminished, and they exude an atmosphere of happiness.

The third photo is a bit eerie. It shows two people lying in bed with dark faces, as if they have passed away. The two children, who look to be teenagers, are looking at the camera with numb expressions.

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When Drizzt saw the photo, he quickly remembered that he had been to this hotel before. He was indeed greeted by a couple and two children, who looked similar to those in the second photo.

If this third photo is real, then who was the person Twisted Fate saw?

He felt a chill run down his spine.

While still looking at the photos, Trist suddenly heard a heavy thud coming from somewhere on the second floor.

The sound was like a head hitting the ground, chilling to the bone.

Such a sound coming out of the empty hotel was truly frightening.

He put away the photos, climbed the creaking stairs, and went up to the second floor.

winter--

Another sound came, and Drizzt arrived at the doorway where the sound originated.

The door was unlocked, and some restless noises came from inside, as if some large creature was being kept there.

Trist pushed open the door and entered, smelling a strong stench of blood.

But what his eyes saw was a bizarre and terrifying scene.

A person covered in some kind of black, viscous semi-solid was lying by the bed, on which lay a dead person—the hotel owner.

The boss's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief, and saliva dripped from his open mouth, turning the bed sheet dark black.

His abdomen had been ripped open, revealing his dark internal organs and yellow fat scattered everywhere.

The black-clad figure resembled an octopus; instead of hands, its arms were tipped with countless tentacles that coiled around the deceased's internal organs, continuously feeding them into its mouth.

This is no longer human; it is a genuine monster.

Even after so many years as a detective, Trist had never seen such an indescribable scene.

His scalp tingled, and a chill ran down his spine. The eerie black shadow seemed oblivious to Tristana, engrossed in its feast, as if afraid that if it was a moment too late, it would miss out on everything.

Drizzt dared not make a move. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another corpse under the bed, but this corpse had been almost completely eaten away, with even the bones scattered. Only the face, which looked like it had been crushed by a plane, proved that it had once been a person.

Judging from the pieces of clothing on the ground, this must be the proprietress.

This couple appears to have been killed and devoured by the monster.

At this moment, Drizzt suddenly noticed that although the figure could no longer be considered human, judging from its size, it looked like a teenager.

In an instant, some unpleasant possibilities flashed through Tristana's mind.

His hand moved slowly to the holster. Although the ammunition wasn't lethal, the weapon was enough to buy Trist enough time to deal with normal creatures.