The antique connoisseur was so anxious to see that the Heavy was trapped that he kept pressing the keys on the first floor of the elevator in an attempt to make the elevator go down, but the elevator was not controlled at all and still went up towards the second floor.

The Heavy creaked at his knee, "My leg is going to break, my leg is going to break." He screamed in pain and grabbed the shoulders of the brothers next to him with both hands, and the brothers desperately pulled his legs out! The further he pulled out, the deeper his lower body sank into the crack, and the elevator continued to rise.

"What the is going to do?" The brothers discussed.

"Hard pull!" One of the brothers grabbed him by the waist and lifted him hard, the heavy's body and legs split in two, and the blood spurting from the major arteries stained the entire elevator red. The Heavy looked at the last remaining upper body of his body and fainted in pain.

The elevator finally rose to the second floor, and the remaining two brothers shot desperately outside the elevator bar, shouting incessantly. "Who, come out!"

They pulled the outer door of the elevator, only to find that the position of the lock had been deformed and twisted together.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!" One of the brothers screamed like madness as he watched the Heavy finally collapse in half-section.

The brother next to him slapped him hard, "Coward, don't scare yourself!" He stabbed his gun at the top of the elevator, and he opened a style block, which could only accommodate one person up and down.

"Come, you give me a hand. Let's leave from here. He climbed up on the coward's shoulder.

"Did you find anything?" The brothers below shouted.

"It's so dark, I can't see anything!" He pulled the cable of the elevator and felt it with his hand in all directions, and it was pitch black on all sides, a dead end. "How the fuck the walls are wet!"

"It must be the blood of the Lao Huang family, they want to take us all away!" The broken brother shouted in despair again with the ghost's wail for his life. "I'm almost out of breath, it's so dark, whoever has a lighter, who has a lighter." He pulled a lighter out of the heavy's jacket pocket and lit it.

"Holy shit, it's gas." The person above sniffed the smell of gasoline on his hand, and after the lighter was turned on, his vision gradually became clearer, and he found that there was a drain pipe on the wall that was constantly exposing gasoline to the outside, pouring it down the vent into the elevator. "It's over."

The entire elevator was on fire. The man above turned into a fire man, fell out of the vent, and smashed on the coward's body. The two men were engulfed in flames on top of each other, letting out a piercing scream.

Could it really be the revenge of the demons, or that they were designed, and the ultimate goal of this group is to separate them and defeat them individually? The doubts in his heart became more and more serious, and the antique connoisseur did not dare to think about it anymore, so he rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, hoping that he would concentrate and not think crankily.

The elevator couldn't go, and he began to look for a pedestrian passage on the first floor. There was a big lock on the door that couldn't be opened. He put his ear to the door and shouted through the crack in the door, "What floor are you on?" ”

There were no footsteps in the staircase passage, and it seemed that the driver and a few of them should have gone up to the third floor. He walked towards the window again, and he had just seen from the outside of the building that all the windows had been locked by creepers, and he didn't know if he could smash the window open from the inside. The light of the flashlight shone on the windows, each of which was boarded up. No wonder it's so dark that no light can get in. The antique connoisseur looked at his watch, and the Tengu Eclipse Day should be over soon. As long as there is light in the room, these people can no longer hide.

"Tick, tick," suddenly came from the room. The antique connoisseur followed the sound through the living room and into the dining room. It turned out that the water pipe in the restaurant was unscrewed at some point, and he was just about to close the water pipe when he found that red water was flowing out of the pipe. He dipped his hand in water and put it on his nose and sniffed it, and sure enough, there was a smell of blood, and this smell of blood seemed to be mixed with a strong fragrance. The screams of a woman and the laughter of a child drifted in his ears, and a chill ran from his tail bones to his neck. His hand holding the flashlight trembled involuntarily. He followed the laughter, and there was a fireplace behind the table, and on the fireplace hung a huge family portrait, and the laughter stopped as he walked here, apparently directing him to the picture.

This is an old photo, which should be a group photo of the old Huang family. The man sitting in the middle still had braids on his head and was wearing a Chinese-style robe, and it seemed that he was Master Huang. Beside him sat an elegant woman, who also held a premature baby in her hands, typical of an old husband and young wife. In the lower right corner of the photo is the date of shooting, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

The heart of the antique connoisseur suddenly tugged, "On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, isn't this today?" ”

He sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, and the antique connoisseur shouted, "Friends in the house, I don't care if you are a human or a ghost, we have no grievances in the past and no enemies in the near future, there must be some misunderstanding." Can you show me your face and let me see you for what you are? ”

After the antique connoisseur said this, the old-fashioned record player in the room suddenly rang, and at first the voice was a little faint, but slowly the sound became clearer, it was a Schubert song, and it sounded like a lullaby to lull a child to sleep. The rocking chair in the living room also sounded, and the lights of the whole house slowly turned on. The antique connoisseur couldn't believe his eyes, and in front of him appeared a woman holding a baby in her arms, and the woman was wearing a plain cheongsam.

"Who are you?" The antique connoisseur asked tentatively. The woman didn't respond, coaxing the child. "Oh, when you're full, when you're full, when you're full, you go to sleep, and when you wake up, you see Daddy coming back." The woman fastened her clothes and she was nursing the baby. He coaxed the child as he looked in the direction of the elevator, as if waiting for someone to come back.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a man in a Chinese robe walked in with a large picture frame on his chest, covered with a cloth. He gently placed the frame on the ground, and the woman spoke softly to him. "Master, you're back."

The antique connoisseur suddenly realized, isn't this the man in the photo on the fireplace just now? Could it be that this is Master Huang? The antique connoisseur looked back at the fireplace, and strangely enough, there was nothing on the fireplace. The man glanced over to the antique connoisseur, but did not see the connoisseur. He turned back to the woman and nodded, "Daughter is asleep?" ”

"Well, this little girl ate and slept all day, slept and ate, and I don't know who she followed." The woman walked towards the old man with the child in her arms. "In the past two days, the revolutionary party has been arresting people everywhere in the streets, and I heard that they have forced Li Xie to become the leader of the revolution."

Master Huang gently stroked his daughter's face with his hand, "Yes, they sent someone to me today, saying that they asked me to hand over the money in the account." ”

The woman's face was sad, "How can that be?" These money are the tariffs compensated by the court to foreigners, if the lord hands over the money, the court will investigate and our whole family will have to fall to the ground. ”