Jiaojiao followed the sound and saw Duan Sishu standing at the hotel window, pointing outside and yelling like a ghost.
The people around her also looked in the same direction, but they only saw the black night and a couple of dim trees illuminated by the indoor lights.
"Sishu, where is the snake?" Someone standing by the window poked their head out and asked, shaking their head, but they couldn't see any snake.
"It's right outside, a really big one, first there was a yellow one, then a white one, very long, very thick, very white," Duan Sishu said, clutching her chest and still a little shaken.
The person looked carefully in the direction she was pointing again, but still saw nothing, and others said, "Sishu, maybe you were seeing things. It's December, there's no way there could be snakes, especially not big, thick, white ones."
Were her eyes playing tricks?
