I'm waiting for the murderer.

The Memory Master and the other four people were sent by Jing Ke to a storage room at the innermost part. The five of them formed a circle and kept an eye on each other.

Jing Ke asked them to wait here, and when he was ready in the original meeting room, he would call their names one by one to search for evidence.

Before entering the utility room, Bai Cha pulled Jing Ke to a corner and whispered a few words to him. Jing Ke did not respond and turned away.

The five people stood in a circle in silence, neither talking nor playing with their phones, and everyone tacitly remained highly vigilant.

Cuihua couldn't help but say: "Why don't we talk about something?"

"For example, why did you take this dangerous part-time job?" Bai Cha replied dryly.

The mute said indifferently: "Then let's not talk about it. It's all about money. There's nothing to talk about."

Ten minutes passed and Jing Ke still didn't call for help.

Whiskey complained: "Why is it so slow?"

He opened the door slightly and said, "Jing Ke, are you ready?"

His voice was very abrupt in the silence of the floor, and Jing Ke replied: "Right away! Wait another ten minutes."

Whiskey closed the door to prevent the cold air from leaking in.

Everyone waited in silence for several minutes. The mute who was closer to the door opened it and said, "Let's get some fresh air."

The sound of chairs being dragged came from the direction of the conference room. The illusionist guessed: "Are they going to use chairs and tables to build a scene?"

No one paid any attention to her. Cuihua, who was beside her, took out her cell phone and checked the time. The illusionist inevitably saw Cuihua's screen saver.

The screen saver is a regulated verse:

When the green fills your eyes and the breeze sways your body.

Ancient trees are hidden in the deep clouds, and light smoke covers the secluded pond.

Seeing green is like seeing spring, and my heart follows the scene.

All worldly worries are washed away, and the mind wanders in the peaceful world.

In this complicated world, how many times can we encounter this situation?

Let us cast aside the glitz and glamour and live forever among the greenery.

The Memory Master studied mathematics, and her knowledge of poetry was limited to those she had to recite in school. She had never heard of the poem on Cuihua's screensaver and didn't know who wrote it.

Based on her limited knowledge of ancient poetry, a five-character poem like this usually has 8 lines, but the one on Cuihua's screen has 12 lines.

The memory master couldn't figure out how there were four extra lines, so she wrote the poem down and prepared to ask someone who understood ancient poetry.

The dragging sound of the chair outside the utility room lasted for about three minutes, and suddenly Jing Ke's terrified scream was heard:

"Don't come over here! Ah——"

This was followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and something hitting the ground, and then Jing Ke's voice disappeared.

The Memory Master turned on the flashlight and rushed out of the utility room first.

Dumb and Whiskey followed closely behind her, and Baicha had to be pulled by Cuihua to catch up.

Everyone ran to the conference room almost at the same time, and the illusionist tried to push the door of the conference room.

The door didn't open. There seemed to be something heavy behind it. Whiskey said, "Get out of the way."

Whiskey took two steps back, then took a sprint and broke open the door. A heavy office chair was behind the door.

Jing Ke was not in the meeting room, and Whiskey shouted: "Jing Ke! Where are you!"

“Stop shouting.” The illusionist pointed the flashlight at the dark pit. “He fell in.”

The total height of the 13-story building plus the underground garage is about 45 meters, which means that Jing Ke fell from a height of 45 meters.

The ground below is not flat. After each floor is pierced, collapsed construction waste falls to the bottom.

Although the small flashlight couldn't reach it, everyone knew that there was Jing Ke's body underneath.

Bai Cha stared into the pit with a blank mind.

"This is not what we agreed on!" Cuihua held up the part-time job guide and cried, "I wanted to call the police, but suddenly there was no signal."

Whiskey whizzed over the steel bars above the pit and ran towards the stairwell, with the Memory Master quickly chasing after him.

At this time, no one cared whether it was dangerous or whether there were any protective measures. Even Bai Cha held his head high and jogged across the steel bars.

Seeing the door of the stairwell getting closer and closer, Whiskey rushed into it regardless - the door didn't open.

He punched and kicked the door, and rammed it sideways, but all to no avail.

"Still no signal." Cuihua continued to look at her phone.

"Don't look at your broken phone!" Whiskey was furious and took out his anger on Cuihua, "Come with me and break the door!"

Cuihua put away her phone and did not refute, but she also did not go up to break down the door. Several people stood in the distance and watched Whiskey.

"You're all waiting for me to open the door, you want to get something for nothing?"

"Keep your strength and don't smash it." The Memory Master was very calm. "This is a set up long ago. Kill Jing Ke, block the signal, and seal the door. The other party came prepared. We are unarmed and can't open the door."

Whiskey strode over and grabbed the illusionist by the collar: "Then what do you say we should do?"

"I'll put me in the pit and find another way out. I need you to pull me up from above, so you need to stay calm and maintain your strength."

Whiskey actually calmed down, Baicha, who was crying and hiccuping, also held back her voice, and Cuihua, who was constantly refreshing the interface of her phone, also raised her head.

Only then did everyone realize something was wrong.

"What about the mute?"

They sprinted across the open office area again, back to the pit.

Fortunately, the mute was fine. She sat on the edge of the pit with her legs hanging in the pit and swaying gently.

Cuihua shouted: "Mute, don't sit there, it's too dangerous."

Everyone is used to the mute turning a deaf ear.

The Memory Master asked: "Why don't you come with us to open the door?"

"I'm waiting for the murderer." The mute sat on the ground and looked up at the illusionist. "I feel like the murderer hasn't left."

Her words made everyone feel creepy, and the cold December wind that poured in through the broken glass windows added a bit of chill.

Bai Cha said weakly, "Sister Mute, don't scare me."

The illusionist ignored the mute. She went back to the utility room and dug out the bundle of wires she had just seen.

This is a bundle of copper-core soft wires wrapped in black insulation. It may have been used to connect equipment in the past, but was abandoned in the utility room after Huanyu went bankrupt.

After the wire was opened, it was a full 20 meters long. The illusionist wrapped the wire around his waist three times and handed the other end to Whiskey.

Whiskey tied the wires around himself and swore to the heavens and the earth: "Even if I fall, I will never let you fall!"

The others stood in front of Whiskey and also pulled the wire tight.

The illusionist was lowered into the deep pit little by little. Her flashlight just happened to shine on the wall of the pit on the 13th floor near the conference room side. There were two marks on the outer wall.

Just as she was about to take a closer look at the traces, the speed of lowering the rope increased.

"It's heavier than I thought." Whiskey gritted his teeth, "We'll release it quickly, you be prepared!"

Before the word "备" hit the ground, the illusionist instantly lost the restraint of gravity and fell into the deep pit like a bungee jumper.

If it weren't for the wire wrapped tightly around her waist that was about to squeeze out her internal organs, she would have almost thought that the people above had discarded the wires and left her to fend for herself.

"The wire has reached the end!" Cuihua shouted anxiously, "Is Jing Ke still alive?"

Whiskey also asked: "Is there an exit down there?"

The illusionist took the light of Jing Ke, or rather, took the light of Jing Ke's corpse.

His chest was pierced by a hideous steel bar exposed outside the concrete. His whole body was gray and he had been dead for a long time.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the glowing thing before. The illusionist took a quick photo, then looked up and shouted: "Pull me up first!"

The moment she shouted this, a dim light flashed from the corner of her eye.

Cuihua above also saw it: "Something is bright"

The Memory Master replied: "Let me take a picture."

She held up the phone and just pressed the camera button when the force pulling her suddenly loosened.

"Still taking pictures! Anyone who waits for you to take pictures is an idiot!" Whiskey untied the wire around his waist, "It's strangling me to death."

Cuihua yelled: "You are the fucking idiot!"

Without Whiskey as her main force, Cuihua, who was standing closest to the pit, was almost dragged down.

"Don't waste your energy scolding him." The mute squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "Pull hard!"

The illusionist was also trying to save himself: "Whiskey, I saw that yellow glowing thing! It's related to the way we can get out. Pull me up and I'll tell you!"

There was only a dumb voice above the pit: "One, two, three, pull! One, two, three, pull--"

In the emergency, the illusionist was not panicked. She stopped shouting and spoke at a normal speed and tone:

"Whiskey, I won't necessarily die if I fall from this height. As long as I survive, I will use my discovery just now to escape alone."

"My phone was recording the entire time, so I called the police as soon as I got out and handed the recording over to them."

"The three friends who are pulling me hard are my eternal benefactors, but you can only go to jail."

There was still no movement from above, so the illusionist used all his life's acting skills and shouted in an excited voice: "I saw it again!"

The force pulling her suddenly increased, and it was obvious that Whiskey had joined in. The Memory Master breathed a sigh of relief.

When she was pulled up, all four of them collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

“Hu, hu, how do we get out?” Whiskey lay flat.

"have no idea."

If Whiskey still had the strength, he would have jumped up and hit the Memory Master. He said angrily, "I knew you were lying to us!"

Cuihua panted and asked: "Can we get out from the next floor?"

"The area of ​​the pit on the 12th floor is much larger than that on the 13th floor, and the rope cannot reach the ground when it is lowered down."

Bai Cha also asked: "What's at the bottom?"

"I took a picture." The illusionist took out his cell phone.

The first photo is of the dead Jing Ke, and the second photo is of a golden cup lying in the ruins.

"It's pure gold!" Whiskey tried to sit up excitedly, but failed. "I've sold a lot of gold bars before, and they are definitely pure gold!"

The Memory Master was puzzled: "But why is it glowing? It glowed when I passed the steel bars for the first time."

"I don't care why it shines." Whiskey stared greedily at the golden cup in the photo, "With it, I can pay off my debts and..."

He seemed to be caught in some kind of delusion, and the illusionist had to pour cold water on him: "Maybe it's not pure gold, it's just plated with gold."

The illusionist untied the wire around his waist and said, "The most important thing now is to get out of here. Since this is a set-up, there must be some clues that we haven't discovered yet."

The mute turned over and sat up: "Don't hide it from each other, we are all in the group, I am Ju Hao, who are you?"

"Why did you suddenly reveal your identity?" Bai Cha was confused.

The mute explained seriously: "If the fake person is really among us, she must have replaced a group member. Apple said that those who come to work part-time are all people in the group."

Bai Cha nodded: "I understand. You want to use information that only group members know to verify who is a fake person. I am the Black Tea in the group."

Cuihua couldn't stand them: "No, you two really believed what was written in the script and thought there were ghost-like monsters like pseudo-humans in the world."

The Memory Master was really afraid that they would ask her questions about the group, but she didn't expect that Whiskey was even more afraid than her.

Whiskey directly retorted to the mute: "Are you mentally ill? You really believed that fake person. Why do you care if I am a member of the group?"

He shifted the blame to someone else: "And this Ah Ren is the biggest suspect, right? Why is her part-time job as a host, and ours is to take the test? I think she is a fake person."

The Memory Master came clean: "The part-time job I took was to test the script. Jing Ke thought I was the host. In order to get some information from Jing Ke, I took the opportunity to assume the role of the host."

The Memory Master changed the subject: "There is one thing we must find out."

“Why is there no one in the conference room, but the office chair is against the door from the inside?”

Whiskey also remembered a strange thing: "I heard two loud noises at the time. One was the sound of Jing Ke falling from the building, and the other should be the sound of a chair hitting the door."

"Because the murderer didn't leave. After killing the person, he used a chair to block the door and hid in the conference room." The mute's tone sounded like he was saying that he had eaten beef noodles tonight.

The other four people looked at her at the same time. In the silence of the 13th floor, one could hear a pin drop.