Although Chen Ge didn't know what was in the corridor, he knew very well that he must not be dragged into that room.

With his arms grabbed and his eyes blind, Chen Ge could only rely on his senses to kick hard towards the corridor.

It seemed that he kicked something and his calf hurt, but the pain also made Chen Ge more sober.

"White Tiger! Bite him!"

The only thing Chen Ge could trust now was the white cat, but what was strange to him was that the white cat lying on his shoulder did not move at all, and he could feel that the weight on his neck did not decrease at all.

The body was dragged, and the two sides argued at the entrance of the corridor for nearly half a minute. Chen Ge suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the corridor.

"You don't want to live anymore?! I'm saving you! There's a ghost in the corridor!"

As this voice appeared, the force pulling Chen Ge's arm increased again.

Now Chen Ge was faced with a choice: follow the man's voice into the corridor, or continue walking towards the roof.

Chen Ge made his decision in a matter of seconds. He shouted towards the corridor, "It was humans who forced them to death. Why should I be afraid of ghosts? If you really want to save me, then let go!"

At the critical moment, Chen Ge was determined to stay on the stairs. He would rather stay with a ghost whose identity had been confirmed than leave with a strange "person".

The strength in his arm became weaker and weaker, and finally the sound of the door closing was heard, and the man who wanted to drag Chen Ge into his room seemed to leave.

"Are you in such a hurry? Are you looking for a scapegoat? The last guy who used me as a scapegoat is still in the painting." Chen Ge stood up slowly. "The door closing sound was very close to me. The other party's room is near the stairs. I will bring other employees to visit him tomorrow."

Waving his arms slowly, stroking the steps and walls, Chen Ge first determined his position.

"Thank you for what you did just now." Chen Ge said towards the stair railing. His hand was no longer held by anyone, so he was not sure whether the boy was still there.

"Dabao?"

There was no response. Chen Ge waited for a while before continuing to walk upstairs.

"The situation is worse than I expected. I thought there were only two or three evil spirits and some obsessions that refused to dissipate in this building. Now it seems that I was too optimistic."

Obsession is unlikely to cause substantial harm to people, so the man and the little boy who grabbed Chen Ge's arm just now were not simple obsessions, but evil spirits.

We have only reached the eleventh floor and have already encountered two evil spirits. The road ahead will definitely be even more difficult.

Moving his feet, when Chen Ge came to the middle of the eleventh and twelfth floors, he suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something wet.

"Water stains? There's no light on in any of the houses on the top floor of the building. How could there be water stains in the hallway at night? Is the pipe broken?"

Chen Ge was sure that what was under his shoes was not blood. Blood coagulated very quickly, and all the artificial plasma in his haunted house had diluents added to it.

“This should be water…”

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly felt a chill on his cheek, as if drops of water were falling on his face.

Before he could reach out to touch his face, he suddenly felt a chill at his ankle, as if a snake had just crawled past his leg.

"What's going on?"

The air became humid and a faint fishy smell could be smelled. When Chen Ge was thinking, a woman's voice suddenly came from the steps in front.

“It’s so cold…”

The voice was very soft and trembling.

Is there anyone in front?

Chen Ge slowed down, his brain working rapidly.

The surroundings were filled with water vapor, and the other person felt cold. Was it because her death was related to water? Or was her body hidden in the freezer?

Chen Ge thought a lot, which actually only took a few seconds. He continued to move forward. When he was about to pass the place where the sound came from, he suddenly felt his legs getting cold. The chill spread to the back of his neck, as if something was slowly crawling up his back.

"It's so cold, so cold..."

The trembling voice came from behind Chen Ge this time. The other party seemed to be following him, but was on the wrong step.

I stood in the dark corridor with my eyes closed. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel someone standing behind me.

With every step he took, the person behind him also took a step. The chilly feeling never dissipated, but instead became stronger and stronger.

Chen Ge did not act rashly. He slowly raised his hands and reached for the buttons of his coat.

He unbuttoned his clothes one by one, then took off his coat and gently covered his back with it. "Put it on, stranger. I can't help you change what has already happened. I just hope this coat can bring you a little warmth."

The coat seemed to cover something. Perhaps Chen Ge's action was too sudden and completely caught the other party off guard.

"I have nothing except this stupid cat. I am the kind of person who is dispensable. I don't care much about death, but this does not affect my love for life." Chen Ge slowly squatted down with the help of the wall, and finally sat directly on the steps: "This night is long and boring, can we chat?"

Blindfolded, Chen Ge could not see anything; without any employees or tools, Chen Ge could do nothing.

At this moment, he was in a very open-minded mood. He leaned against the wall with a smile on his face. In the dark, damp and gloomy corridor, the smile on his face looked special.

"If you don't mind, sit next to me." Chen Ge patted the steps next to him gently: "I am a relatively lonely person. I envy everyone for being able to joke around and have endless topics to talk about. Watching them partying, I always find a quiet corner to stay alone. This is my happiness. Slowly, everyone has gotten used to me like this. To be honest, you are the first person to talk to me recently."

Chen Ge, sitting on the steps, opened his lips slightly and looked up at his side: "Can you chat with me for a while?"

There was a rustling sound in his ears, and Chen Ge's fingers touched the coat he had just covered his back. The "stranger" following behind him sat down on the steps side by side with him.

"Thank you for staying with me. I don't know how to communicate with people. If possible, can I listen to your story?"

The sincere tone, with a hint of desire, made it hard to refuse.

"My body was pressed together, it was cold, I couldn't hold myself..."

"Where are you? Can I come to find you? Can I help you?" Chen Ge was really prepared to help the other party. There was at least one murder case hidden in this building.

"My head was on my back, my arms were broken together, and my legs were on the second floor. He used to hate me, but when I swung the kitchen knife, he started laughing. He said he finally found the good points in anorexic girls. He rarely praised me like that. He said I was thin, petite, and easy to hide."