No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1571: Check In
Wayne Lane let out an indistinct chuckle in response.
"Childish." Hannah, annoyed, retracted her hand and walked two steps behind him, no longer paying him any attention.
Not hearing any movement from behind, Wayne Lane looked back to ensure that Hannah was still following before continuing forward.
The corridors of the inn were long, somewhat reminiscent of those old tube-shaped buildings, and still fitted with those old-fashioned sound-activated lights.
Perhaps due to age, several of the sound-activated lights weren’t very sensitive; they would flicker even without any noise, which made them particularly eerie.
Hannah, however, seemed unafraid and looked around. "Professor Lawrence didn’t really send us to some shady place, did he?" she muttered softly.
It wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility.
After all, every planet has its own rules, but planets like Bruce’s that had declared their allegiance to the Empire were generally safe.
As for those smaller factions’ planets that neither declared their stance nor followed universal rules, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone got devoured there.
"Is there nobody here?" As they almost reached the end of the corridor, there still hadn’t been any other sound. Hannah looked around and studied a tightly closed green rolling door. "Could this be one of those high-tech, intelligent room-booking places, where the run-down look is just their style?" She looked at Wayne Lane.
Wayne Lane also stopped walking and was about to speak when a small window on the right suddenly opened.
"Here to check in?" an elderly voice asked.
A face of a man in his seventies or eighties appeared at the window, his eyes droopy as if he just woke up.
As soon as the old man appeared, the lights along the corridor brightened, revealing large patches of blood-red graffiti on the walls.
The characters were indecipherable, dripping down like fresh blood, slowly intensifying the terrifying atmosphere.
Wayne Lane positioned himself in front of Hannah, warily watching the old man through the window.
The old man briefly lifted his eyelids, expressionlessly rotated a wooden sign that read "Check-in," and then asked, "A couple?"
Wayne Lane frowned, still on guard. "Yes."
He was starting to believe Hannah’s earlier words—perhaps there really was something off about this inn, as he hadn’t felt any living presence when they first stopped.
But in just a moment, this old man had appeared.
And his entire demeanor radiated a strange vibe.
The stronger one’s psychic power, the more sensitive their perception.
Both Wayne Lane and Hannah had noticed the anomaly, but she didn’t show it at all; instead, she peeked out from behind Wayne Lane and smiled sweetly, "Sir, I’m still underage, and he’s my brother." She pointed at Wayne Lane.
The old man still didn’t show much reaction, his demeanor deathly still, resembling a wax statue from a wax museum, even his skin color carried an unnatural pallor. "Then it’ll be two rooms."
After saying this, he turned around to look for the keys on his own.
Wayne Lane didn’t agree with what Hannah just said, but now wasn’t the time to argue.
The rest of the process was quite normal; they didn’t even need to complete any check-in formalities, as the old man just gave them two keys, still of the old-fashioned kind.
As they went upstairs, Wayne Lane glanced behind.
The old man who had suddenly appeared was gone, and the small window had once again changed back to just a wall.
It really was like seeing a ghost.
Wayne Lane frowned, his expression not very good.
