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The entrance to the safe passage was silent, and the long staircase descended diagonally, surrounded by darkness at one end, as if it were a bottomless abyss.

No. 2 had already gone upstairs along the safe passage, and gradually couldn't hear the movement, and No. 3 outside also held his breath, and a blood vessel in Song Qingxiao's mind began to beat 'suddenly', overpowering the sound of her heartbeat.

She took a deep breath, gripped her dagger, and slowly descended the stairs.

It may be that there are few people walking around the safe passage downstairs, and there are no windows between the stairs in the dilapidated community, which is not ventilated all year round, and the basement floor belongs to the public laundry room, and the ground is a little damp.

This staircase is quite long, the walls on both sides are close together, the ceiling above the head is not high, and the echo of footsteps can be heard at each step.

Song Qing was worried that Chu Ke was hiding, and when he came down, he was cautious, holding on to the wall.

The paint on the wall was already mottled in such a humid environment, and when she touched it, the paint bulging out of the wall fell down like snow, affecting her hearing.

Along the wall, Song Qingxiao quickly touched the end of the wall, and then the next step was the corner of the stairs, she paused, grabbed the dagger against the wall, dug up a large piece of wall skin, and threw it in the direction of the corner of the stairs!

'Bang! ’

The cut paint hit the opposite side of the wall with a loud sound, and then 'swished' against the wall and slid down, and finally fell to the ground with a 'click'.

Song Qingxiao also went downstairs at the moment when the voice sounded.

The corner of the staircase was empty, and the security door on the left side of the bottom was closed, and to her surprise, the gap in the door was actually a faint yellow light, which stood out in the dark corridor.

After Chu Ke returned tonight, he was ghostly, and since she and No. 2 came over, the entire community has fallen into darkness except for the light at the entrance.

There has been no light in the building, but at this time, there is a light in the underground laundry room, which has to make Song Qingxiao feel vigilant.

She hurried downstairs, and soon stood at the door of the laundry room, and she tugged at the door, and the door was opened a gap, and the light source was illuminated along the gap, but there was a 'clang', and the door seemed to be held by something, and could not be pulled out any longer.

Song Qingxiao had been paying attention to the laundry room before, and when he looked down at this time, he found that a round hole had been drilled under the door, and a thumb-thick iron chain passed through the hole, connecting the door frame, and a lock was hung on it, locking the door.

She pulled the door with one hand, and with a dagger, the chain snapped, sliding down the door with a 'clang' and slamming against the door frame with a crisp sound.

She squeaked the door open, and a large amount of dim light leaked out, allowing her to see the inside of the communal laundry room on the basement floor.

I don't know if it's because Chu Ke returned tonight, the light in the laundry room is muddy and dim, or because the community is old and the light source facilities have not been replaced for a long time, the light is a little hazy.

But for Song Qingxiao, who has not seen the lights since she entered the community, these lights have been a little unexpected to her.

The door opened, and she slowly walked inside.

The laundry room on the first basement floor of this community looks like a space of nearly 100 square meters, with simple white painted walls on both sides and transparent glass on the other side.

Through the lights in the laundry room, you can vaguely see the rows of cars parked outside.

Laundry facilities are located on both sides of the wall, and there are two rows of washing machines in the open space in the middle, making the space a little cramped.

The ceiling overhead is unadorned, and some of the lines of pipes are exposed.

Beams of different heights crisscrossed overhead, and a few lights hung from a few wires that were not recognizable in their original colors.

In such a situation, it is obvious that the top of the head cannot hide the 'person', and Song Qingxiao's tense nerves are slightly relaxed.

She took two steps forward, the door locked by the laundry room she had opened slammed shut, the hinges screeching as they closed.

This place is located on the basement floor, extremely quiet, all the sounds of activity on No. 2 and No. 3 are isolated, and there is only Song Qingxiao in the whole space.

Her gaze swept the place roughly, and finally fell on the washing machine.

Song Qingxiao roughly estimated that there are about 20 washing machines here, each of which is a little old, covered with dirt, and side by side, it doesn't look like it can hide 'people'.

She walked slowly along the washing machine, it was so quiet that she listened intently, and all around her could be heard only her light footsteps and her heartbeat and suppressed breathing, but nothing else.

Song Qingxiao stopped, the sound of her clothes grinding when she walked disappeared, the washing machine door next to her was closed, and her figure was reflected in the transparent glass door.

When she saw this, her heart moved, and she slowly leaned down.

Her delicate face was faintly reflected in the glass door, and she looked through the blurred reflection into the washing machine door.

Song Qingxiao grabbed the door of the washing machine and pulled it hard, the door opened in response, the drum was empty, there was no 'person', as soon as the door was opened, there was a smell of damp rot mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent.

The roller is not big, if it is a thin woman and a child, it is not difficult to hide, but Chu Ke was originally pregnant before he died, and after his death, his body was rotten and swollen, and he looked bloated and fat, so it was really difficult to get into this narrow space.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxiao couldn't help but wonder if she was too cautious.

She clasped the door of the washing machine and made a 'click' sound, which was a little harsh in this quiet space, and the force drove the fuselage to make a 'buzzing' sound.

"Could it be that she's not here?"

After turning around the laundry room and finding no trace of Chu Ke, Song Qing couldn't help but have such a thought.

Chu Ke was temporarily forced back by No. 2, hating and poisoning the three trialists, and the various means since she came back are enough to prove that she may hate the people in this building very much, and she has revenge thoughts that want to drag everyone to hell, and it is unlikely that she will leave this building.

She was hiding somewhere in the building, ready to wait.

According to the second account, after the death of this person, the ghost was sealed in her body by her last breath of resentment before death, forming a unique existence.

Unlike the average zombie who is ignorant and acts on instinct, she also has her own judgment and intelligence.

If she thinks that the three Trialists are a stumbling block in her path to revenge, she will definitely deal with the three Trialists before killing the others after being injured by Two.

Then the trialist soldiers are divided into three ways, and she should solve them separately.

There is no trace of her in the public underground laundry room, and the elevator where No. 3 is located should be the safest at the moment, so the safe passage taken by No. 2 may be the easiest to hit her.

This analysis is reasonable and reasonable, but for some reason, Song Qingxiao faintly feels that something is wrong.

It was a very inexplicable feeling, and there was no basis for it, but the keen senses derived from rolling on the edge of death several times reminded her that something was wrong here!

The hairs on her back didn't subside, and the chill crept up her tail vertebrae, causing goosebumps.

In the empty and quiet space, she always felt like there was a line of sight, staring at herself through some hidden position, exuding bursts of murderous intent.

Song Qingxiao has a cautious temperament, once she feels that something is wrong, she would rather check it again than dare to relax, for fear of putting herself in danger.

This place is really not big, and even if she takes another turn, it won't take much time.

After walking around, she even opened the Tilan and the bucket that usually packed her clothes, and also looked at the garbage bin in the corner, and really didn't see anything suspicious.

But that strange sense of crisis has not only not disappeared, but has deepened.

There was a gloomy smell in the air, I don't know if it was Song Qingxiao's illusion, she seemed to smell a faint rancid smell, that kind of stench was cold, the same as the smell on Chu Ke's body!