When Zhao Rong heard that the hotel before him was haunted, his interest was piqued. He asked the old man, "Sir, is this hotel really as creepy as you say? Does a hand really reach out from under the bed after the lights go out?"
With a broom in his left hand and a dustpan in the right, the old man said earnestly, "I've been sweeping this street ever since I retired. Every time guests stay at this hotel, they get scared half to death and run out screaming in the middle of the night.
"At first, I didn't understand. I'd go over to comfort them, telling them there are no ghosts in this world, only aliens. But after sweeping this street for ten years, I run into no less than ten people every single day who say this hotel is haunted.
"Over ten years, that's tens of thousands of people. Do you really think all of them could be lying?"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong's eyes widened. He looked at the street sweeper, now convinced, and asked, "Is this hotel really haunted?"
