Susie widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Hurry, chase after them!"

Martin lifted Susie and quickly got into the car in just a few steps.

Susie leaned over in the front passenger seat, pointing her little finger in a certain direction, "Over there, over there!"

Clara couldn't directly walk under the scorching sun, so Mitch chased after them first.

The unlucky ghost felt light for the first time, not sure if it was because Susie was too strong or for some other reason?

He rushed straight towards a hotel building like a lit firecracker.

He crashed through the glass window of a hotel and landed in a toilet of a certain room.

There was a man sitting on the toilet, holding a phone. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and, suffering from diarrhea, he emptied himself completely.

"Ah... that feels great."

The unlucky ghost remained silent.

What the hell!

You feel great, but I'm screwed!!

Although he was a ghost, he wouldn't really be splashed by someone's excrement.

But this was really unlucky!

The unlucky ghost cursed as he tried to get up and leave. However, he suddenly realized that he was inexplicably leaning over the man sitting on the toilet and couldn't move.

"Huh?" The unlucky ghost was stunned for a moment, "Do we have a fate together?!"

He almost wanted to laugh out loud. This was the first time he had been so lucky in his 17 years. It turns out that finding ways to get close to Clara was effective!!

Clara really was a lucky person, a born winner!

The unlucky ghost leaned over the man's head and took a deep breath.

"Ah~ This is the smell... of the host..."

Suddenly, the unlucky ghost smelled a strong odor of feces.

remained silent.

The man squatting in the toilet wiped the sweat off his face, pressed the flush button, and quickly sent a message on his phone.

"Boss, I'm checking out now. My flight is at 2 pm, and I can arrive in city A at 6 pm this afternoon."

The reply came back, "I have a dinner engagement tonight. When you arrive, go to the XXX hotel and book a room first."

The unlucky ghost glanced at the man's phone.

"Sam...Oh, your name is Sam...hehe." The unlucky ghost patted Sam's head.

Sam replied, "Okay," suddenly feeling a chill down his neck.

He looked at the time, hurriedly got up, and started frantically packing his things, rushing to check out.

The unlucky ghost lay on Sam's head like that, finally leaving the toilet and the room, taking a deep breath.

Sam walked down the hotel corridor with his suitcase, preparing to walk to the elevator, but suddenly tripped on the carpet and fell to the ground.

His phone flew out, and unfortunately, it landed in the emergency exit-walkway entrance.

It clattered and banged as the phone tumbled and rolled, and his newly bought Kidney 13 phone was now smashed.

Sam caught up and picked up the phone, almost heartbroken, "Fuck!"

But he didn't know that this was just the beginning of his bad luck.

Sam, who considered himself unlucky, went to check out with his phone, but the screen was too badly shattered to open the payment app.

It took him a while to figure it out, and as a result, he missed his flight.

He had to catch the next one and arrived in the city he was on a business trip to at midnight!

When he called to ask, he found out that the hotel he had asked someone to book for him before boarding the plane had not been confirmed.

He rushed to the hotel designated by the boss, and the front desk said, "I'm sorry, sir, there is only one room left."

Sam quickly said, "Book it for me."

The front desk hesitated, "Sir, this room may not be suitable..."

Sam's phone rang, but he couldn't answer it, and he hastily said, "It doesn't matter if it's suitable or not, just book it for me!"

Other than being able to book this room, what else could he do?

The hotel designated by the boss was a top luxury hotel, even a standard room was better than the nearby hotel's luxury rooms.

He would go out later and find another hotel if needed.

Just as he was thinking this, a lightning bolt suddenly struck across the night sky, thunderous and deafening, and the wind picked up...and it suddenly started pouring rain.

Sam remained silent.

He was speechless, so he borrowed the phone from the front desk and called the boss back to explain the reason.

In the evening, the boss squinted at the room in front of him and his newly hired assistant.

The room only had one bed. It was a waterbed, heart-shaped and decorated very cleverly.

Not only was there a layer of semi-transparent curtains, but there was also a pair of handcuffs hanging above the head of the bed.

The light was an ambiguous peach-red color, rose petals were scattered on the floor, and on the table, there was a conspicuous box of Durex condoms, lubricant, and other things.

Sam felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Was this what the front desk meant by "not suitable"? He quickly waved his hands and said, "Boss, let me explain!"

"I don't know why today is so unlucky. My phone broke, I missed my flight, and the hotel I arranged got it wrong..." he continued to explain.

"I tried to borrow someone's phone at the airport, but I didn't succeed. I thought about borrowing the driver's phone in the taxi, but I didn't expect his phone to be dead..." he continued.

"Just now, the front desk said there was only one room left, and I wanted to book it quickly, but then my phone rang..." he went on.

"I really planned to go find another hotel, but then it started pouring rain suddenly. As you heard, I called around and all the nearby hotels were full..." he explained.

The boss remained expressionless and said, "Okay. I can't let you sleep in the hotel lobby in this weather. You..."

The boss was originally going to say that the two of them could share the bed for the night. However, looking at that bed, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Sam immediately said, "Boss, I'll sleep on the couch!" when he saw the expression on the boss's face.

The boss glanced at the single sofa and didn't say anything.

Sam was scared out of his wits. He felt like he was a burden in the room, and he was sitting on pins and needles. He coughed and asked, "Boss, is there anything else I need to do?"

The boss didn't even lift his head and said, "No."

Sam asked tentatively, "Then, can I go take a shower?"

The boss paused for a moment.

Sam wished he could slap himself twice! He kept saying "take a shower! take a shower!"

Fortunately, the boss was understanding and responded expressionlessly, "Hmm."

Sam fled into the bathroom like a fugitive and didn't want to come out again.

The unlucky ghost crouched on Sam's head. After so many years in prison, life was dull and boring. But now, he felt it was quite interesting!

"Hehe, I've been unlucky for so many years, can't I share my misfortune with someone else..."

The unlucky ghost looked at the venetian blinds in the bathroom...

Sam had just stripped naked and turned on the shower. His body was covered in bubbles.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and he hit his head on the glass wall of the bathroom. He groaned in pain and held onto the wall.

In the process, his hand accidentally pressed the switch for the blinds. The blinds opened romantically to both sides.

The transparent glass wall exposed him completely.

The boss instinctively looked up and saw Sam with both hands on the glass wall, his hair dripping with water droplets, and a pair of "naive" eyes looking at him blankly.

The boss remained silent.

Sam remained silent.

As the boss's face turned black, Sam almost knelt down - no, boss, let me explain!!!