Chapter 21 Ghost Mansion 5 General Manager, I've been looking for you for a long time
The enclosed and dark fire escape seemed to have endless steps to go down.
Azhe was in front, and the supervisor was behind. Their footsteps made a clattering sound, echoing several times in the empty spiral staircase.
When he counted silently to the fourteenth floor, Ah Zhe raised his head and found that there was still deep darkness in front of him, stretching as far as the eye could see.
But he didn't dare look back.
Because the supervisor was very close to him.
So close that I could hear the other person's heavy breathing.
"It's so cold."
Suddenly, a small voice was heard.
"It's so cold, I'm going to fall asleep."
Azhe's body stiffened, he clenched his back teeth, and continued to move forward with a chill on his back.
He knew that these tiny voices came from the supervisor behind him, but they definitely did not come from the other person's mouth.
But besides the mouth, do humans have other organs that can speak?
Obviously not.
"It's so cold."
A hand from behind rested on Azhe's shoulder.
Ah Zhe's whole body began to tremble. He could no longer hold back. He suppressed his fear and slowly turned sideways.
The supervisor was standing at arm's length away from him, his military coat tightly covered with one hand.
"It's so cold."
The voice appeared again.
This time, Azhe heard it very clearly.
This voice comes from...
The supervisor slowly loosened his grip on his collar.
The coat was unbuttoned, revealing what was inside - several gray heads piled up like ice cubes, struggling, and spewing out visible white mist from their mouths.
"Are you cold too?"
One of the heads raised the corner of its lips fiercely and stared straight at Azhe.
"It's okay, we won't be cold if we stay together."
…
The 14th floor was quiet.
The door of the supervisor's office was wide open, and the decoration style was very retro: dark green waistline walls, terrazzo floor tiles, low-legged wardrobe, wooden single bed, floral quilt, and old-fashioned iron thermos.
Outside the door, the man in the military coat walked back slowly.
He slammed the door shut, his eyes rolling around, and walked quickly towards the dressing mirror on the wardrobe.
In the mirror, his face had a look of satisfaction, and his body had swelled up a lot, because there was another head covered with snow inside his coat.
He was admiring his new look with satisfaction, but a discordant laugh came from above his head.
"hey-hey."
The man in the military coat looked up with his dim eyes.
A short-haired woman was squatting on top of the cabinet next to her in an unruly posture, with a mop across her feet.
She was smiling, and some crazy emotion was surging in her dark pupils.
"General Manager, I've been looking for you for a long time."
The man in the military coat narrowed his eyes, his expression gloomy and uncertain.
"As soon as I came in, I felt a sense of relaxation here," Long Zhu looked around and muttered to himself, "You can't do anything here, right? No wonder the 'Supervisory Office' is trustworthy."
The man in the military coat looked at her coldly.
Long Zhu changed the subject: "Where is Director Song?"
The other party still did not answer, but just moved vaguely towards the door.
Long Zhu slowly picked up the mop and said, "That means the talks broke down again."
…
Boom!
The stalled elevator suddenly crashed to the ground. The door was pried open from the inside with great effort. Thick smoke spread everywhere, and several people escaped from it with screams.
After running a few steps, Xiaoyu fell to the ground with his legs going limp. The surroundings were dim and dark, as if it was another strange hell.
She broke down and cried out loud, but suddenly, a pair of hands patted her shoulders gently.
Turning around, a familiar face appeared behind me.
"Sister Zhang?!" Xiaoyu cried out in disbelief. Finally, with a mixture of emotions, she said, "Are we...all dead?"
Sister Zhang sighed and tiredly helped her up: "Silly girl, we all escaped."
Xiaoyu looked around in confusion and realized that this was the lobby on the first floor of Ginkgo Building.
Ruan Meng was also nearby, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Jie had found a way out of a desperate situation, and even though he had lost an Apple phone on this trip, he jumped up and shouted for joy like a monkey.
The girl curled her lips, her eyes immediately turned red again, and she suddenly opened her arms and hugged the middle-aged woman.
Sister Zhang smiled and shook her head, constantly comforting her: "It's okay, it's okay."
"Brother! How did we escape?" Sun Jie's face flushed with excitement, and he punched Ruan Meng in the chest: "Why do I remember our elevator wasn't black?"
Ruan Meng touched his chest and glared at him helplessly: "Actually, I only discovered this later."
At that time, he went to the office area for formal employees to rescue them. There was a particularly large display screen there that continuously played images and sounds that deepened cognitive errors. Fortunately, there was a big hole in it, and the degree of brainwashing dropped drastically.
But if he looked carefully, he would find that in the parts of the pictures on the screen that a normal person could understand, the colors "red" and "black" were constantly switching.
For example, the black sunrise and the red night sky...
"So, you've been subtly changing your perception of black and red. The elevator at that time seemed black to me, but to you with your low spiritual power, it was red."
So, the elevator can be [any color].
Xiaoyu suddenly realized: "So that's how it is..."
Sun Jie suddenly looked behind Ruan Meng and said, "Brother, is this the person you want to take out? Is he dead?"
Ruan Meng scratched his forehead irritably: "I can't die any more."
He got angry just talking about it, as the remaining payment would be thirty times higher. But the only thing he could be thankful for was that it was still in good condition and didn't need any stitching.
He took out a lighter and with a click, he struck a flame in front of the corpse. In an instant, green light lit up in the two dark and sunken eye sockets of the other party, like two ghost-fire lanterns.
"Let's go, it's time to return to our roots."
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpse with a blue-gray face crawled up by itself, stood straight as if in a military posture, and followed Ruan Meng in marching step as they walked out.
"What about you guys?" He turned around and asked the others, "I know an organization that provides psychological counseling. If you need it, mention my name and I'll give you a 30% discount."
In fact, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t go. After he reports it on the APP, the Abuse Control Bureau will also look for the person involved.
Sun Jie was reminded of this and began to lament his newly bought phone: "I wanted to go back and edit the video, but I forgot that my phone was gone. Sigh."
In less than a second, he cheered up again: "Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future. I'll have a hot pot to reward myself later."
Sister Zhang pushed up her glasses and said, "I'm a lawyer in Langang New District. We're all close friends. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact me."
"Why don't we all go eat hotpot together tonight?"
"Okay! Brother Ruan, are you coming?"
"You guys go ahead. There's a dead body here, it's not convenient."
The main fear is the smell.
After walking out of the Ginkgo Building, Ruan Meng lowered his head and looked at the old mop that he had secretly picked up in his hand.
He fiddled with it for a while and muttered, "Isn't this some kind of magical weapon? It looks pretty powerful."
Never mind, I don’t understand.
I'll find a sucker to sell it to later, haha.
…
The floor-to-ceiling windows high in the clouds offer a panoramic view of the night scene in Langang.
Wine bottles stand in rows on the long black gold ceramic table, the slightly drunken reflections of the bottles entangled with the neon lights outside the window.
The woman leaned back in the leather chair, holding an old black-and-white photo in her hand.
She was probably in her thirties or forties, with straight hair that fell over her shoulders, and her bangs casually pulled back, revealing her smooth forehead and upturned eyebrows. The corners of her mouth were raised haughtily, forming a very recognizable nasolabial fold.
"The core of the formation on the 14th floor is destroyed." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and casually tossed the photo aside. "Send someone to clean it up, and ask the finance department for some repair funds."
"good."
There was a very faint ghost shadow by the window, vaguely visible as a young man in a white shirt, and from the mark on his neck, it was obvious that he was Song Yuqu's servant ghost.
The ghost youth said, "From what I heard from the generals before, knowing that she couldn't be trapped on the 14th floor, why waste a blank card? Isn't that a pity?"
Song Yuqu smiled and said, "Seeing is believing. I'm already tired of the formation on the 14th floor. Let's just destroy it."
"The characterless one belongs to the Zhao family," the ghostly young man sighed softly, "Don't openly antagonize them."
"Who the hell is Zhao Xin? He doesn't have half the courage," Song Yuqu said defiantly, crossing his fingers on the table, his eyes gleaming with coldness. "With the Fourth Judge away, I have the final say in Sanximen."
"I knew you would be like this," the ghost young man muttered, "Fortunately, I was prepared."
He posted a message on the Zhumeng Forum in advance, inviting people to take orders and enter the 14th floor. In this way, the Abnormal Control Bureau would come to clean up at the latest tomorrow morning, and then he could put the blame on the relevant departments. He didn't think the Zhao family would use this as an excuse.
Song Yuqu curled his lips: "It's great to have you."
Ghost youth: "Don't give me that."
The tightly closed double doors were suddenly broken open by a huge force. The strong low pressure caused a row of wine cabinets next to it to fall down, making a heart-wrenching sound of shattering.
The precious wine was mixed into a pool of amber liquid, dotted with sharp glass shards.
Long Zhu stood in the middle, staring at Song Yuqu with shining eyes.
"Ms. Long, welcome to Sanximen." Song Yuqu slowly stood up and raised his hand to her gracefully. "I hope this floor isn't too hard to find."
Long Zhu first looked at the nameplate on the table: Executive Director, Song Yuqu.
I finally found the right one this time!
She walked over and got straight to the point: "Where is the Fourth Judge?"
Meng Caiyun once said that the real trump cards of the Three Death Gates are the four big ghosts, and "Xiao" is one of them.
Song Yuqu raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly, "I thought you would first ask me why I invited you here."
After a while, she sighed in surrender, and pushed the photo over with her fingertips: "Look, does it look familiar?"
There are two couples standing in the old photo, one wearing cheongsam and long gown, the other wearing suit and long trousers. Two completely different life atmospheres collide silently in this black and white picture.
Next to the woman in cheongsam, there was a thin and skinny girl. She seemed to have no idea about taking a photo. In the moment of the flash, she was looking aside carelessly, so only a side profile was left.
There is a faded piece of ink calligraphy on the back of the photo.
[Chen Rongqing, Zhang Yanfang, Bai Huaijin, and Song Zhen, photographed during their journey south in 1922.]
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