The building in the early hours of the morning was particularly deserted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

More than 80 percent of the staff have already left work, leaving only some of the crew of the evening show to do their due diligence.

In the empty aisle, there is a bit of solemnity. It's a great place for urban legends to play out, and the sprouts of fear sprout in the shadows. If someone working overtime walks out of the office and comes to this corridor at this time, they will involuntarily imagine one horror story after another in their minds, and they will run out in fear.

The patrolling security guard walked slowly down the aisle, his footsteps echoing muffled in this particular area. The security guard lazily shook the flashlight in his hand and shone it casually around. This kind of cookie-cutter work made him feel a faint boredom in his heart, and he wished that he could now go home immediately, lie in bed with his beloved, and do indescribable things.

The security guards finally finished patrolling the floor.

He couldn't wait to step into the elevator, wanting to get back to the security room quickly. Walking at night without heating is nothing short of torture!

The security guard is gone, and the promenade is quiet again.

A dark shadow appeared in the center of the aisle.

It's like a wisp of darkness quietly carved out of the original chaotic chaos.

The black shadow walked in the aisle unhurriedly, as if it was in his own home, without any nervousness.

He looked at the décor in the CNN building with interest.

The entrance of the CNN daily newspaper office.

The dark shadow stood in the doorway, peering through the glass door. The rows of empty desks sighed silently, somewhat lonely.

If someone looks in the direction of the gate from the inside of the newspaper office, they must think that a ghost is lying on the glass door, ready to enter through the door.

The door opened.

The shadow retrieved the device in his hand and the data cable connected to the password dial.

"People are really becoming more and more inseparable from computers and the Internet now... But then again, if you use a traditional door lock, wouldn't more thieves be able to open it, after all, everyone can learn the skills of picking locks~"

The dark shadow thought to himself.

He walked into the newspaper office, looking left and right, as if he was observing something, and as if he was looking for something.

"Really, can't you do what I ask, and I haven't published my letter yet... It's hard to go out on the weekend to do something! Have you taken my feelings into account... Serial killers deserve holidays too!!"

The dark shadow muttered a little resentment.

He walked around the office a few times and finally stopped at a seat.

On the desk is a nameplate that reads "Jacob Stanford".

"Found you!" the shadow smiled darkly.

He gently stroked Jacob's nameplate, the cold metal squeezing his skin through the light glove.

The dark shadow opened his backpack and pulled out a jar.

"In order to have a holiday on the weekend, I have to let them know how serious I am!"

The Dark Shadow began his spraying business.

The red paint, accompanied by the pleasant whistle of the black shadow, danced its charming body in the lonely night, and clothed the biting air with a bright red coat.

Like a sturdy lion, like a swift horse, or like an ethereal cloud.

The black shadow stopped what he was doing, and admired with satisfaction the masterpiece he had worked so hard to run to this empty and unheated building in the middle of the night.

Perfect as Picasso reincarnated!

The dark shadow thought proudly.

"By the way, I have one more surprise for Jacob. ”

The shadow suddenly remembered something as he was leaving, and stopped.

Ten minutes later, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened here.

But everything is different.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the dividing line that has changed today~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Susan arrived at the elevator entrance of the CNN building at half-past seven.

As the front desk of CNN, she had to come earlier than anyone else in the newspaper. After opening the door, Susan checked to see if the office was cleaned and whether there were any office supplies missing from the desks of the editor-in-chief and the chief reporter。。。。。 Although these things are not stipulated in the contract, Susan knows from her experience in many aspects that this is an essential unspoken rule.

Susan opened the door to the newspaper. She dropped her bag at the front desk and prepared to start walking around the office.

"Ahh!!h

In the next second, a shrill cry spread across the entire floor.

It was 8:15 when Jerry Wood arrived at the newspaper office.

When he received the report today, he actually refused in his heart, saying that he would not act until the weekend?

Jerry and Zach stepped into the same office they had been in a while ago.

After making their way through the crowds, they entered the crime scene, which had been fenced off by a yellow cordon.

What the?!

Jerry and Zach stood still.

Their eyes widened, revealing an infinite shock in their hearts.

For a long time, even the two excellent detectives who had seen all kinds of crime scenes couldn't help but sigh.

"!"