"Wang Cuihua, you have been expelled. The editor-in-chief and Editor Zhu said in unison.

Cuicui looked dazed: "I—why was I fired? What did I do?"

The two editors turned away with cold faces.

When there is nowhere to put people's questions, they are always accustomed to find a reason for it. The two editors' doubts were accompanied by horror and responsibility, and if they could attribute this to Cuicui, they would be much more relaxed.

On the crowded street, Cuicui has a bitter face, like a soulless puppet.

"Ancestor, what do you say I've exposed?" Cuicui asked, she didn't know where she had revealed her flaws. How would she know that, sometimes, punishment doesn't need any reason.

Wang Jiuguang's voice came from the urn: "You didn't do anything wrong. ”

Obviously, the ancestor was very eager for Cuicui to find a job, but now that he has lost his job, he is not in a hurry. His purpose was just for Cuicui to find herself.

Cuicui turned to a dark street corner, the familiar smell of blood embraced her, and the masked face of her ancestor appeared in front of her eyes again.

Wang Jiuguang stroked the top of Cuicui's head: "You are my Wang Jiuguang's junior, no one wants to make you sad." Don't worry, I have a way for you to continue to check on this person. ”

The smell of blood intensified, and Cuicui breathed greedily, she had long been accustomed to this taste, and relied on this smell even more.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights on the second floor of the Imperial City Newspaper were still on, and the diligent editor-in-chief was revising the manuscript on the desk.

The day after tomorrow is the day when the Imperial City Daily is printed, and the editor-in-chief wants to rush again and work overtime to finalize the manuscript.

She felt a little thirsty and reached for her cup, but accidentally dropped the pen on the ground.

She subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but the slender pen actually rolled on its own.

At night, it was already very late, and the editor-in-chief's studio was the last room with lights on in the Imperial City Newspaper.

In this infinitely quiet environment, even the slightest sound will be infinitely amplified.

The pen, still gurgling and rolling itself, the sound of it rubbing against the ground, the horror in the editor's heart is infinitely magnified.

It's okay, it's just inertia. Leng Liang comforted himself.

She swallowed and got up to pick it up, but the pen rolled faster.

Leng Liang pulled out a reluctant smile, it was nothing more than the wind blowing the pen tonight! She followed the pen that she rolled further and further......

Until I walked to the door of the editor-in-chief's office, the pen stopped.

Leng Liang let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, and said that it wasn't those things. She relaxed and bent down to pick it up.

The hallway outside the door was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was there.

The cold fingers touched the rounded pen body, and when she was most relaxed, the fingertips seemed to touch a cold and smooth thing.

What the hell!

Leng Liang's body and mind that had just relaxed suddenly tensed, and the hairs on his body stood up!

She turned her head slowly, trying to see what the foreign object was touching with her fingertips.

Pale, red-......

These two evocative colors are mixed together......

Her fingertips were touching a bloodied foot!

"Ahh

The mournful screams of the editor-in-chief came from the newspaper office late at night, but in this sleeping imperial city, there was no wave.

Leng Liang sat down on the ground, and the muscles all over his body were spasming.

It would have been fine if the other side of her hand was just a bare foot, but she wanted to look up, and the red occupied her eyes......

"Do you see my face......"

A low and hoarse voice echoed in Leng Liang's ears.

A faceless face covered in pink granulation tissue hangs above the editor-in-chief's head.

There was another terrible scream, and the editor-in-chief slammed the door shut and returned to the studio.

She gasped and leaned against the door, the warm light of the studio was warm and elegant, and everything seemed so normal.

The warm colors in the light deepened, gradually turning orange, and the room gradually dimmed, and the light deepened until it turned a bright red that could drip bleeding.

The bright red light turned the hue of the entire room red, and the editor-in-chief's frightened face was reflected in the red light, appearing distorted and distorted.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Leng Liang shuddered, and the door behind her was suddenly knocked on by a strange rhythm.

Locked in a blood-red studio, surrounded by walls, the only way out is a window.

It was the second floor, and it wouldn't be good to jump, and she made up her mind to run towards the window.

The urgency from the heart was about to gush out, and the editor-in-chief grabbed the window frame, and the touch was soft and sticky......

The entire room is changing at an imperceptible rate.

Leng Liang looked at the window frame in her hand in disbelief, the window frame seemed to have flesh and blood, and she pinched it into it.

It's all an illusion! It's all an illusion! She used all her strength in this life to push the window open while hypnotizing herself!

The unthinkable happened......

The window was like torn flesh, and it began to bleed at the very top of the frame, at first it was just a drop of blood, and after a while it became a waterfall of blood.

The red in the eyes closed the editor-in-chief's last way out.

"Do you see my face......"

"Give me my face back ......"

......

There were countless whispers in her ears, like whispers in a dream, the voices overlapping with the voices, which could not be heard really, but forcibly occupied her entire mind.

At this time, the editor-in-chief no longer has the courage to look back. But it didn't work...... There are things that you can see without looking back.

Countless human hands stretched out from the red walls, including those of children, those of old people, those with bulging tendons, and those with loose skin, accompanied by whispering sounds, as if they were dancing, but they all grabbed the editor-in-chief.

The makeup on the editor-in-chief's face has long been washed away by tears, the messy hair sticks to his face, and even the clothes seem to have experienced a catastrophe.

Finally, as soon as her eyes went dark, she fainted on the ground in an awkward position.

"It's time to come out, miss. ”

Wang Jiuguang returned to a handsome appearance, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he seemed to enjoy the process just now.

“

Miss Cuicui?" He looked around suspiciously, until he found Cuicui curled up in a corner.

"I'm helping you get angry, what are you afraid of?" Wang Jiuguang was quite amused.

Cuicui lewdly stretched out a small head, and the thief looked around: "Great Sage, quickly collect the supernatural powers!"

The environment is safe. Then she stood up as if it were someone else who had just curled up in a corner shivering.

She looked at Leng Liang, who was lying on his back, took two photos with bad intentions, and then ran straight to the desk: "Take advantage of the present time to search for some clues about mahogany!"

Wang Jiuguang and Cuicui turned the editor-in-chief's studio upside down and found a suspicious piece of paper.

The paper was placed at the bottom of the drawer by the editor-in-chief, as if to deliberately conceal its existence. The paper is yellowish, so it should be some years old.