The teacher's office building was newly built this summer, and the smell of formaldehyde in it has not completely dissipated, so there are not many people.

Shi Qingsong, the people's teacher, held a stack of documents, stood in front of the elevator, and pressed the button.

He wears round-framed glasses, a dark shirt, meticulous combing of his hair, a calm and steady face, and an elegant and easy-going temperament, just like a professor who reads poetry and books in the photos of the Republic of China.

Treating people and things, gentle and frugal, Shi Qingsong, a middle-aged man, has always been a good teacher in the eyes of students, a good subordinate in the eyes of leaders, a good husband in the eyes of his wife, and a good father in the eyes of his children.

The elevator descends from the upper floors, and with a ding-dong, the door slowly opens.

In the corner of the elevator stood a man wearing a yellow construction helmet, his blue worker's uniform and pants stained with large patches of black sludge, and the protective gloves on his hands were worn out to the surface.

Ordinary construction site workers only wear white masks on their faces, and they can't tell their age and appearance.

'Is this building still being renovated?' ’

Shi Qingsong thought secretly, stepped into the elevator, and smelled a pungent smell of decoration materials when he landed.

There was no doubt that the source of the smell was the worker, and as if sensing Shi Qingsong's gaze, he took a half-step back crampedly.

Shi Qingsong coughed a little embarrassed, showed an embarrassed but polite smile, suppressed his breathing, and reached out to press the button on the first floor.

The elevator continued to descend, and in the cramped and confined space, the pungent smell became more and more intense, as if it was about to burrow into the nose, soak into the throat, and corrode the alveoli.

Shi Qingsong pretended to move his steps inadvertently, away from the source of the smell, and at the same time covered his nose with his hand Chinese pieces, and breathed slowly.

Tick.

The sound of liquid dripping.

Shi Qingsong didn't look back, and through the mirror-like walls of the elevator, he could see some kind of black liquid dripping slowly from the worker's trouser leg.

Mud?

The people's teacher pursed his lips, hugged the documents in his hand tighter, and silently hoped that the elevator would end as soon as possible.

Tick, tick.

The black muddy water dripped more and more, and soon a large puddle accumulated under the workers' feet, occupying most of the elevator floor.

At the same time, the pungent smell became stronger, almost stinging the skin and penetrating the heart.

What's the situation?!

Shi Qingsong took two steps back, avoiding the liquid that was spreading over, and glared at the silent worker.

This stare almost removed half of Shi Qingsong's soul.

I saw that the builder's eyes were blank, his pupils were cloudy and dilated, and his dark pupils were full of blood red.

It's a pair of dead man's eyes!

Shi Qingsong only felt that the roots of his hair exploded, and he suddenly thought of a news related to this building.

Just two months ago, the road in front of the building was resurfaced, and a road construction worker stood next to an asphalt gravel spreader.

Suddenly, one of the axles of the truck broke, and the body in the back of the truck topped down, and the hot asphalt and fine gravel instantly covered half of the road construction worker's body.

The construction team hurriedly stepped forward to try to rescue, but because the asphalt was highly viscous and pressurized, and there were too many gravel mixed in it, people couldn't pull it out.

Moreover, the hot asphalt is viscous and hot, and it cannot be cut mechanically, so it can only be cut with a hoe and shovel.

After more than ten minutes of planing, the worker was finally dug out, but his lower body had been scalded alive by the hot asphalt.... There is simply no chance of salvage.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the worker was in shock and unconscious within minutes of the incident, and did not suffer much pain, while the construction party paid a large sum of money to his family as a cost for the aftermath.

In order to avoid negative impacts, the school strictly forbade anyone in the know to disclose it to the outside world, and the school staff could not discuss it with each other - Shi Qingsong, as one of the few people in the know, would quietly speed up his pace every time he walked across the road in front of the teacher's office building.

Tick, tick.

Thoughts pull back,

Black, cloudy droplets trickled down the construction worker's trouser legs like a small waterfall, a mixture of hot asphalt and plasma.

It is hot, sticky, and the pungent smell is full of it, and you can vaguely smell the aroma of barbecue.

The builder took a step forward, the asphalt under his feet sticky like glue, tearing and breaking the rubber soles from the tough cloth of the construction site uniform.

As if unaware of the heat of the asphalt, he took another step forward, and the sticky asphalt was like a pair of big hands, firmly pulling at the exposed skin of his legs.

Whoa—

A large area of skin on the legs, under the action of asphalt, is like taking off rubber rain boots, easily "falling off", leaving only pink and white muscle tendons.

Moving his muscle-only thighs, the worker walked towards Shi Qingsong unhurriedly.

Slap, slap, slap, every time he stepped on the ground, part of the flesh on the soles of the workers' feet would be torn off, and the pale bones would be exposed from the pink flesh, splashing blood on Shi Qingsong's twisted face.

"Ahhh

The frightened Shi Qingsong screamed, without any elegant and easy-going scholarly temperament.

He pushed back as hard as he could, pressing his back against the elevator door while his trembling fingers pressed the panic button in the elevator.

The place where he stood on his feet was the only island that had not been submerged in asphalt.

Ding dong.

The elevator bell rings and the first floor arrives.

The door opened, and Shi Qingsong, whose glasses were crooked, let the documents scatter in all directions, eagerly opened the elevator door, and rushed out.

He forgot one thing.

When he was a child, his grandmother told him that he should not run when he saw a ghost, because when he ran, his heel would rise, and the evil spirit would take the opportunity to put his toe under the heel of the person to occupy the person's body.

Behind him, out of sight, the workers in the elevator floated out of the elevator hall with their bodies straight and their toes on tiptoe, like a still ballet dancer.

The hall on the first floor was empty and silent, except for the footsteps of Shi Qingsong's frantic running to break the silence.

Immediately, he would be able to run out of the gate and bask in the sun.

Finally, at the last moment when his finger touched the doorknob, the ghost's toe pressed against Shi Qingsong's raised heel with great ease.

Card!!

Shi Qingsong, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped, he straightened up with an expressionless face, walked to the wall of the hall of the teacher's office building, and slowly put on his inclined glasses by the reflection in the wall tiles, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and combed his hair into a meticulous shape.

Stomp and tread.

"Shi Qingsong" turned around very calmly and walked back to the elevator, only to see that everything was as usual in the elevator, and there was half a drop of asphalt plasma.

He crouched down, picked up pieces of paper from the ground, and took them into his arms.

At an angle that was invisible to the elevator, "Shi Qingsong" laughed wildly, and the corners of his weird mouth almost reached his ears.