Chapter 166 - People, 3, 6, 9th Class (2)

Creak.

Pushing open the old glass door, Chen Yu walked into the "92" hotel.

"Aiyo! Sir, you're back?"

The middle-aged man who was calculating the bill was pleasantly surprised and quickly went forward to greet him. "Why are you so late? Eh? Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, a little."

"Then you should have finished eating, right?"

"I'm done." Chen Yu stepped on the stairs and walked to the second floor. "I'm going to rest first."

"Since you're done eating, I'll send you a few cups of tea later."

"That's fine too. Thank you."

"This is what we should do." The middle-aged man was very happy. "By the way, what time will you wake up tomorrow morning? I'll make breakfast for you here."

"Oh, there's no need." Chen Yu turned around and said, "I'll be leaving tomorrow morning. Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle. I'll come again next time."

"You're leaving tomorrow..." The middle-aged boss was slightly stunned.

"Okay."

"Alright. Then you should rest early tonight."

After making an 'OK' gesture, Chen Yu went up to the second floor, walked to his room, and swiped his card.

Beep!

The door opened.

"Phew..."

Yawning, he changed into his slippers and washed his face briefly. Then he sat on the sofa by the window and swiped his phone.

As he swiped, the girls at Station B were no longer attractive.

Chen Yu gradually fell into deep thought.

Today, the strange realm on Bodhi Island made him have some thoughts.

All the warriors who were attacked by the Wraiths and did not expel them within five seconds became vegetative.

No one was spared...

Therefore, no one could reveal the 'real' appearance of the Wraiths.

In the Qingcheng alien world, due to the isolation of the radiation and the power grid, no one knew the story of the Glorious Army and the humans.

The two alien worlds.

Were all related to the 'humans'.

Did this reveal some inside information?

What kind of connection did the real world have with the alien world?

Rubbing his chin, Chen Yu frowned and pondered for a long time. Then, his consciousness returned. He logged out of the Website B software and searched for information about other alien worlds in the browser.

From home to abroad.

From the periphery of the city to the wilderness.

As long as it was a popular alien realm on the Internet, he would carefully browse through it.

Among these diverse alien realms, he slowly found a common point...

There were many alien realms without any traces of humans!

Even the 'technology-oriented' alien realms were controlled by the third type of intelligent creatures.

But whether it was the Bodhi Island alien realm or Qingcheng City alien realm, they were all related to humans...

"Could it be..."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, and a sinister thought gradually emerged in his heart.

Knock, knock, knock!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

After coming back to his senses, Chen Yu looked at the door. "Who is it?"

"Sir Warrior, I have come to bring you some sobering tea." The hotel owner's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in, the door is not locked."

"Okay."

The door was pushed open and the middle-aged owner walked in with a teapot and a teacup. He respectfully placed them on the table. "Lord, you should rest early after drinking."

"You are too polite." Chen Yu did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I suggest you open a hotel in the capital. With this kind of service attitude, it will definitely be popular."

"Hehe." The middle-aged man touched his belly. "There will be an opportunity in the future."

"I will sleep after drinking. You should rest early too."

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he turned around and said, "Oh right, Lord Martial Artist, you will be leaving tomorrow. Do you want to try the characteristics of our street?"

"Characteristics? What characteristics?"

"It's the literal characteristics." The other party emphasized his voice. "Characteristics! Color!"

"Oh oh oh!" Chen Yu clapped his hands. "Is this the type?"

Clap clap clap clap...

"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded his head excitedly and clapped his hands. "This is the type!"

Clap clap clap...

"If you want to talk about this, I don't even need to drink my sobering tea." Chen Yu stood up and moved closer to the middle-aged man's ear. "Is this safe?"

"Of course it's safe! I've been running a hotel here for more than a year. I guarantee it's safe."

"Then..." Chen Yu asked again, "Are the ladies strong?"

The middle-aged man: "???"

"What materials are they made from?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. "What?"

"They have to be strong." Chen Yu waved his hand dejectedly and sat down again. "People will die. Forget it, forget it."

The middle-aged man: "..."

After pouring a cup of tea and taking half a sip, Chen Yu shook his head. "I'll just drink some tea."

"Are... Are all young people nowadays so crazy?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Chen Yu stood up again. "Let's go. Let's go to the toilet together."

As he said that, he dragged the middle-aged man into the toilet.

Two minutes later.

The middle-aged man walked out expressionlessly and said stiffly, "They're all made of protein. They're indeed not that sturdy..."

...

The middle-aged boss left.

After the interlude, Chen Yu sat back on the sofa and continued with his previous guess.

He also used his phone's post-it function to record it from time to time.

It was not until midnight that he put down his phone that was about to run out of battery. He pulled the curtains tightly and prepared to sleep.

"It seems that I will have to go to Bodhi Island for a spin when I have the chance."

"At least I can increase my energy..."

After taking off his clothes, Chen Yu walked into the bathroom and took a cold, hot shower. He laid comfortably on the bed.

Buzz buzz --

Before he hung up his sleep aid, a message came from the small group of Class 2.

[Duan Ye: Brother Yu, another foreign martial artist has died.]

Chen Yu slightly raised his eyebrows as he typed a reply.

[Chen Yu: Today?]

[Duan Ye: Yes, just now. A corpse appeared near the railway station. The police have arrived. It's downstairs.]

After that, Duan Ye sent a photo.

It was a police car with flashing lights.

[Zhang Tie: Don't talk about it. Go to sleep. Leave as soon as possible tomorrow.]

[Duan Ye: Okay.]

After putting down his phone, Chen Yu looked at the dark ceiling. For some reason, he felt suffocated inside.

"This is really not a normal world..."

After muttering, Chen Yu pulled down the rope.

The hanging dumbbell instantly smashed onto his head.

Bang!

"...Hu..."

...

Darkness arrived silently.

Outside the window, the crescent moon was like a hook.

Under the tree, there were no crisp sounds of summer insects.

Only a few stars reflected the dark and cold moon.

[...]

[Consciousness +...]

[Received... infiltration: Consciousness +47]

[Received unknown gas infiltration: Consciousness +56]

The continuous clear electronic synthesized sound in his ears woke Chen Yu up slowly.

[Received unknown gas infiltration: Consciousness +64]

"Wadfock?!"

Chen Yu sat up in disbelief. "It's not easy for me to sleep. Why are you doing this to me?!"

[Affected by gas: Consciousness +77]

[Consciousness +86]

[Consciousness +90...]

Sitting on the bed, Chen Yu's eyes lit up as he gradually woke up.

Decisively, he immediately opened his phone, unplugged the charger, and sent a message in the WeChat group.

[Chen Yu: I'm in a situation! Call the police! Come here quickly! Red Light Street 92 Hotel!]

After sending the message, he sent another one to Zhang Tie as a precaution. Closely after that, he turned off his mobile phone and lied down once again, pretending to be in a deep sleep.

Since the beginning of the task, Zhang Tie had been very professional as a security officer.

Chen Yu knew that the other party would definitely see the message and make the right action.

[Consciousness +114]

[Consciousness +120...]

About half a minute later, the synthesized sound disappeared.

Then...

Di!

The electronic lock was opened.

Creak, creak...

The door was pushed open inch by inch.

A black iron claw covered in blood slowly extended out...