HHH Chapter 13

In that fleeting moment, Ningma felt his breath catch. After all, at such a close distance – probably less than twenty centimeters – it was difficult for a normal man to maintain his composure.

However, even if his mind wandered, it stopped before they parted. Ningma adjusted his breathing and walked onto the pathway. The girl behind him showed no sign of leaving.

Exiting the main door, the bellhop who had been standing guard earlier… Luo Kang, had vanished. The hallway connecting to the hotel lobby faintly echoed with scattered footsteps, the sounds of guests returning to their rooms after the event. Other than that, the entire recreational area in front of him was deserted.

Ningma also started walking towards the corridor, but his attention was drawn to what looked like a scenic area sand table located behind the cinema. He changed direction and casually strolled over.

It was indeed a sand table model. Not very conspicuous from afar, it turned out to be the size of a ping-pong table when viewed up close.

The sand table depicted the entire scenic area, as if seen from a bird’s-eye view. It had to be said that it was very detailed, with many aspects handled meticulously, including countless small trees, lakes the size of beer bottle caps, intersecting paths, and tourists standing, walking, or resting, as well as various road signs, markers, and visitor centers within the scenic area.

However, the most eye-catching feature was the five-star hotel located near the scenic area. Situated in the most prominent position on the sand table, the entire hotel was clearly visible, consisting of a main building and two auxiliary buildings connected by walkways.

One of the auxiliary buildings, the three-story structure he was currently in, housed the entire recreational area. The first floor had a comprehensive leisure area, the second floor was a bathhouse and sauna, and the third floor, according to the introduction, seemed to have a bar and several private rooms.

The other auxiliary building was a commercial area, selling clothing, shoes, handicrafts, and shops featuring local culture.

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As for the main building, needless to say, it was six stories high, with no less than forty rooms on each floor, making up the main structure of this five-star hotel.

Ningma was intently trying to distinguish each miniature landscape, especially the winding access routes and the scattered villages nestled in the mountains, trying to find the destination for the “Heart Bead” – the Chiming Temple next to Chawa Village.

However, what was hard to accept was that the entire sand table, apart from a few small villages with markings, used a few Block houses to represent all the larger or miniature settlements, indicating that there were some people living there.

After all, the sand table was just a sand table, not a real panoramic map. It was more like a soft advertisement for the hotel, giving guests a more intuitive feel – the so-called “scenic area” was centered on the hotel.

Ningma was a little disappointed. With no way to find a path into the mountains, and although there was no time limit to send the “Heart Bead” to its final resting temple, it was not good to delay it for too long. The client might reveal his anxiety at any time.

“What’s that?”

A voice suddenly sounded beside him, lowered and sweet. Turning his head, it was indeed the girl who had been sitting next to him at the movies.

The girl was looking at a certain spot on the sand table, her gaze filled with confusion, and Ningma felt an involuntary desire to help.

Following the girl’s gaze – a silver ornament that stood upright, slightly larger than a needle, with some bumps on it, standing in the mountains behind the hotel – was indeed a little abrupt.

“It should be a base station for mobile devices,” Ningma explained. “Used to amplify and transmit signals like cell phone signals or the internet.”

“Oh,” the girl said suddenly, “I thought it was some kind of tower.” She stuck out her tongue a little shyly.

Ningma smiled, “Of course, you can’t blame you for that. I didn’t expect them – the designers of the sand table – to add the base station.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” the girl said with a charming smile, “I almost thought it was some weird thing, it turned out to be a signal base station.”

“Even if it’s a base station, it’s rare to see one so undecorated,” Ningma described, “Nowadays, they are generally built to be more aesthetically pleasing and easily blend into the environment.”

“Ah, I know, I know,” the girl almost jumped up, “those straight up and down ones, right? They look like a small tree from afar, but they still look a little fake when you get closer.”

The topic came to an end, and the two fell into silence again. Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, the girl suddenly “poofed” and laughed. Ningma turned his head in confusion, wondering what made her laugh.

“Ah, sorry, sorry,” the girl covered her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Ningma shrugged and asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” the boy waved his hand repeatedly.

“Oh,” Ningma had looked at the sand table and originally wanted to leave, but he didn’t move his feet for a while.

“Pfft,” the boy couldn’t help it again, this time laughing so hard that he was shaking.

“…” Ningma vaguely felt that it had something to do with him.

“Don’t laugh, don’t laugh,” the boy said seriously.

Two seconds later, “poof” couldn’t help it again, this time Ningma could almost be sure that the girl in front of him looked pretty, but her brain might not be very good. He was about to turn around and leave, but he didn’t want to be grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

“Wait, uncle,” the boy grabbed Ningma, “can I accompany you to the third floor?”

“Third floor?” Ningma subconsciously looked up. The third floor was a bar and private rooms, but at this point – the watch on his wrist showed 22:35, the key was why drag him?

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the boy’s pleading eyes… “Then I’ll tell you what I’m laughing at first? Is it not related to you?”

“… Then I’ll tell you, but you’re not allowed to get angry, okay?” the girl said obediently.

“Say it,” Ningma tilted his head.

“Oh,” the girl’s eyes curved into crescents, “Isn’t it the big tree base station you were talking about just now?”

“What’s wrong with the big tree base station?” Ningma asked blankly, “The tree-shaped base station is the most common base station shape on the market.”

The girl said coquettishly, “Big tree – uncle, think about it, if you were also a base station, standing there with a lot of small boxes hanging on it, wouldn’t you think it’s funny?”

“…”

Ningma was completely speechless. It turned out to be a pun and association, but it was a bit interesting. If people could be transformed into base stations, the signal would be full at any time, and this idea has actually been realized. A backpack can hold a signal amplification device, which is mainly used to provide fake text messages to cover the entire area.

Of course, this girl doesn’t know what she’s thinking in her head, and uncle and little tree can be linked together.

“You’re not angry, are you? Big tree?” the little girl leaned over and asked ingratiatingly again.

How could he be angry? Ningma was a little emotional, and even forgot how long it had been since he had talked so much nonsense with a young boy. He had to admit that youth was good, and he was also asked to accompany her to the bar?

“Then let’s go,” the girl jumped out first, pointing to the stairs: “This way, this way, uncle!”

Without thinking, Ningma followed. Drinking two cups of warm body in such a cool rainy night was secondary, the more important thing was to have a second-year boy with him, the age of puberty, inviting him alone…

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