Chapter 380 Eighteen floors of corridors, eighteen floors of hell

There was another employee who was walking up the stairs from the eleventh floor to the twelfth floor for a meeting. He felt a cold hand grab his ankle and rolled down the stairs, breaking his bone.

After hearing what Song Chongwen said, everyone's expression became serious.

Someone was already injured and bleeding, so this matter was serious.

Song Chongwen was also very worried. He didn't believe in evil anymore, but he had to believe it. So he asked the program team for help and tried. Unexpectedly, he was selected.

Everyone took the elevator to the eleventh floor. The office was brightly lit and many people were working overtime.

It was the employees who originally suggested to Song Chongwen that they could ask the "Slayer" program team for help. Everyone was very excited when they were really selected.

As soon as she saw the program crew coming in, she shouted in surprise.

"Junior sister! I'm your fan!" A female employee shouted at Cheng Jingru.

"Junior sister, can you give me an autograph?" A male employee asked.

He held a pen and paper and asked Cheng Jingru to sign, probably wanting to get closer to her. He said to Cheng Jingru, "You are prettier in person than in the video. The guy who only counted three gossips was just because you look young and wanted to take advantage of you. Who doesn't know what the old man is thinking?" Ming Zhuo walked

in at this time. She had just walked around the elevator and the corridor.

The male employee wanted to say a few more words to Cheng Jingru, but when he looked up and saw Ming Zhuo, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He is a beauty lover, and he felt his heart was struck instantly, my God, this is too beautiful!

"This is..."

Ming Zhuo glanced at the other party and said meaningfully, "I just tell divination."

Male employee: "..."

Seeing the shock on the other party's face, you know that he doesn't know about the live broadcast tonight.

Recently, several employees of the company have resigned, and a lot of work has piled up, causing the remaining people to work overtime every day.

Everyone is worried while working overtime, just thinking about finishing the work quickly and leaving, how can they have time to watch the live broadcast, so they have no idea what is happening on the Internet.

After Cheng Jingru signed, her fingers suddenly clenched the pen in her hand.

She felt too embarrassed. She would rather these people were not her fans than be repeatedly compared and whipped.

Cai Wenhua stepped forward, his face very serious: "The yin energy here is very heavy, you should get off work quickly and don't stay here."

Master Yuanhui also held the Buddhist beads, his expression solemn, "The aura of this building is very strange, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous tonight, ordinary people can't stay here any longer."

Song Chongwen's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly urged, "Everyone, get off work quickly."

At the urging of several management levels, the employees turned off their computers and left in groups.

The players also began to walk around the office to check the situation.

The camera of the program team also followed them, recording everyone's performance. At this time, each player's single live broadcast room was also opened, making it convenient for fans to watch their favorite players.

Mingzhuo went downstairs to see everyone off, and when he saw that no one was there, he turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

At this time, someone behind him asked in confusion: "Master Ruan, aren't you going to take the elevator?"

Mingzhuo suddenly said without a context: "The program team should have received more commissions than just Mr. Song. If it was just an ordinary evil ghost hurting people, there would be no need to drag so many people here."

Luo Wenxin sighed: "Sure enough, you can't hide anything."

He walked to Mingzhuo's side and looked at the dark corridor. In the middle of summer, it felt inexplicably cold.

"In fact, another client is the owner of this building. He provided another strange story. More than ten years ago, a man cheated on his female colleague. The two of them were openly together and left his wife and children behind. The wife raised two children in her hometown. She was really desperate and came to the company, but was humiliated by the man and his mistress."

"The wife swallowed her anger and left that day. The next day, she started to deliver meals to the company every day. Everyone thought that the wife was spineless and refused to divorce after being bullied like this and begged the man to change his mind. Who knew that the wife had poisoned the food. At noon that day, the man and his mistress ate the food she cooked and died on the spot."

"The mistress was the daughter of the boss of that company. The boss asked the security guards to arrest her. The wife rushed to the corridor, poured gasoline on herself, and spontaneously combusted."

"Later, people in the building reported seeing the wife. The company owner hired someone to pin the wife down in the corridor, so that she could never leave for the rest of her life, and she would experience the pain of being burned to death over and over again."

"The owner of the building later asked a master to change the seal, saying that he had let his wife out."

“But some people also say that the female ghost is still lost in the corridor. She has not left and cannot be freed.”

At this point, Luo Wenxin covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan and whispered, “It is rumored that at night, the eighteen-story corridor of this building is connected to the eighteen-story hell. If people walk in, they will be taken to the eighteen-story hell by the female ghost.” As

soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew in the corridor, and the dark corridor suddenly became extremely permeable.

Ming Zhuo seemed to have not heard his last words. He stepped onto the stairs directly. After walking a few steps, he found that the person behind him had not caught up. He turned around and asked, "Which floor?"

Luo Wenxin: "Ah?"

Ming Zhuo glanced at him and said, "Forget it."

Then he walked upstairs, obviously intending to check the situation himself.

Luo Wenxin hurriedly followed him, "Seventh floor!"

The empty footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor. Every time Ming Zhuo reached a floor, he pushed open the heavy fire door to take a look.

It was only here that it was obvious that the decoration style of this building was very old. There were even wallpapers on the walls in many places, which was quite aesthetically pleasing in the countryside.

The places near the elevator on each floor have been rented out, but the corridor they were walking on was not in the same building as the elevator, but in the middle of the building.

Therefore, most of the places near the corridor were not rented out, and it was quiet inside. Through the glass door, one could see the shabby office desks and chairs inside.

After the two of them looked at the general situation of each floor, they returned to the corridor and continued to walk up.

Luo Wenxin suddenly pricked up his ears: "Master Ruan, did you hear it? There are footsteps."

He was a little nervous, and the folding fan in his hand did not even wave, "Could that rumor be true?"

Ming Zhuo raised his head and looked upward: "The aura here is indeed wrong, but there are no ghosts up there."

When Luo Wenxin heard the first half of her sentence, he almost used his folding fan as a weapon. When he heard the second half, he was stunned for a moment.

"Master Ruan! Professor Luo! Why are you here?" A head popped out from above and looked at the two of them in surprise.

Soon the two groups of people joined together. There were a total of three contestants, Cheng Jingru and Cai Wenhua were among them, and there was also a PD who was following them.

The man who just spoke was called Qiao Song, a sorcerer.

He took the initiative to explain that they noticed there was a corridor here. When the fire door was opened, Cheng Jingru said that something was wrong here, so they came down together to take a look.

Unexpectedly, they ran into two consultants by chance.

Qiao Song asked curiously: "How did you two come up with the idea of ​​climbing the stairs?"