The eighth floor of the hotel (6) (translated by mystery novels)

The clerk listened to my story intently, without blinking or looking away. When I finished rambling, he got up and walked to a huge file storage cabinet.

He opened an unmarked drawer and began to look through a pile of papers. Then, he took out a document from the drawer, opened it and pulled out an old newspaper clipping from it.

"Is this the man you saw?" He asked and handed me the article.

I felt a cramp in my stomach when I looked at the newspaper clippings. It's him. It's really him. ...

The clerk sat down opposite me and said with a smile:

"You are not the first person to see him."

This is not the reaction I expected. ...

"Look at this article." He said.

The article tells the story of a man who went out to do business and came home to find that his pregnant wife had betrayed him and the child in his belly was not his.

Heartbreaking and betrayal tortured the man, who immediately checked into the hotel and never left the room.

People heard him crying in the room through the partition wall for three days and nights, and finally quieted down.

When the room attendant came in to clean, he found his body lying in the bathtub-he took enough sleeping pills and ended his life in the bathtub.

"This is ... why not let anyone live on the eighth floor? Because of him? " I asked.

Knowing that I am not crazy, I feel much more relaxed.

"No," said the clerk, "he's just one of the reasons why we don't let people live on the eighth floor."

"What do you mean?"

The clerk smiled again: "See that file storage cabinet?"

"I saw it."

"See that unmarked drawer at the bottom?"

"Yes," I answered again. "What's that?"