Jiang Futing thought about it, and then reluctantly found a wording: That person himself has a relatively high sense of prevention.

Bai Tang replied to him after a few seconds: What time is it?

It looked reluctant, as if someone had been pressed on a knife and forced to return to him.

Jiang Futing glanced at the time on his phone, it was already past one o'clock: as soon as possible, it is best to go in the afternoon.

The phone fell silent again.

He didn't care if Bai Tang replied to the message or not, and went directly to the closet to get his coat to go out.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the sound of the doorbell came from the gate, and Jiang Futing directly put on his coat and looked at Bai Tang, who was finally dressed normally standing at the door of the house.

The person outside raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise, "Yo, how did you know that I was coming." ”

"Guessed." Jiang Futing said to him, with a clear look of seeing through everything.

Bai Tang stood loosely next to the wall, and there was still a little unhappiness in the corners of his eyes, "What are you going to check?" ”

"Information about the murderer." Jiang Futing locked the door.

He exhaled when he closed the door, fortunately Lin Jin went out after the meal, otherwise he would have to drag Bai Tang to nag for a long time.

The inspection agency is also in the old city, and Zhang Tong's unit style is a bit like a building from a few years ago, looking a little old, and there are a few dry creepers crawling on the side.

The outer gate was a movable iron gate, stained with a lot of rust.

The guards looked very old, and the stone walls were simply piled up, and the ash of the walls was reflected in the outer layer of paint.

Bai Tang has never been to this place, and his impression is not too deep, Jiang Futing came by taxi with him, and when he got out of the car, he heard Bai Tang's sigh in his ear, "It's so old." ”

Jiang Futing ignored his complaints, walked directly to the doorman, flipped through the fake resume he had just edited in the car, and knocked on the closed window.

The window covered with a thick layer of ash waited for three or four seconds before it was pushed open, and sitting inside was an elderly middle-aged man, wearing a thick Lei Feng hat on his head, his eyebrows were also a little white, and he had a slight smell of wine when he opened his mouth to breathe.

It's baking a little sun.

Jiang Futing endured the smell of alcohol on the other party's body and handed him his mobile phone, "Hello, I'm here for an interview." ”

The black and white eyebrows were squeezed into the middle, and there were already three or four fine lines in the center of the eyebrows, and the furrows were deeper when he squeezed them, and he seemed to be pondering, "Interview, it seems that there are no recruits at the end of the year now." ”

Jiang Futing's face did not change and said politely: "There is no recruitment on the Internet, I will contact the personnel alone, and he asked me to come over and talk about it first."

"Oh." The doorman nodded suspiciously and looked at the person standing behind him: "What about him?"

Jiang Futing's tone was as amiable as possible: "He is my friend, come to accompany me."

"I need someone to accompany me for the interview." The doorman uncle glanced at Bai Tang behind him again, and decisively refused: "That's not good, he will either just wait here."

"I'm a fresh graduate." Jiang Futing said, "There are friends who have a bottom. ”

"Why are fresh graduates only looking for jobs now?" The uncle looked at him suspiciously,

The window that had been pushed open was pulled back a little, and it looked like it was too cold to work.

"I just came out and didn't fit in, and I took a break for a few months." Jiang Futing explained solemnly, and his tone was as calm as the truth: "The pressure is too great after the year, find a little easier before the year."

"Pick up the leaks, huh." The uncle smiled at him shyly, and then handed him the entry and exit registration book, "Eh, but your friend." ”

He paused in embarrassment.

Jiang Futing first picked up the pen to register his name, and the characters were written by the person on it very sloppily like a ghost drawing, and after putting down the pen, he wrinkled his eyebrows helplessly: "My friend is not in good health, and he can't blow the cold wind."

His appearance is already astonishing, his facial features are perfect, and his bones are excellent, even if he is usually cold and unapproachable, when his eyebrows are slightly condensed, he will provoke strangers to move.

The uncle was already in a dilemma, and his position was not so firm, but the struggle in his eyes shook even more, and the resoluteness just now faintly showed signs of complete weakening.

Bai Tang observed it from behind, and when he saw that the uncle's state was 100% playful, he hurriedly walked up, trembling, and stretched out his hand pitifully, "Cold." ”

The voices are soft with some trills, and they sound particularly aggrieved.

The uncle stretched out his rough palm and touched Bai Tang's hand, and then shrank suddenly: "Oops, it's so cold!" ”

The grievances on Bai Tang's face became more obvious, and his eyes were rippling.

The uncle really couldn't stand it, and couldn't bear to wave his hand at him: "Go in, go in." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to sit back in his place, snuggling up to roast the heater, and waited a few seconds with his other hand to reach the window.

"Thank you, uncle, I'll close it." Bai Tang said with a bright smile, and closed the window for him when he was too lazy to stand up again, and his hand was still in the air and couldn't reach it.

The faces of the years, through the layers of gray and thick windows, were blurred and smiled at them innocently.

It should be just during working hours, and there are still very few staff members who are out of the house, only occasionally someone walks by in a hurry with a mobile phone or something in hand, and no one has time to pay attention to them.

What's more, there are several departments, there are more newcomers, and there is one less old person, and it has nothing to do with people who are not familiar with it at all, who will care.

This old-fashioned unit is basically the main building as soon as you enter the main building, and the building is very wide, and basically all the offices and all the experimental sites are gathered in one building.

Jiang Futing was about to approach the steps of the main entrance of the building when he suddenly turned to the side.

"Where are you going?" Bai Tang habitually walked forward, and found that the person on the side was inexplicably biased, so he retreated a few feet and hurriedly followed.

Jiang Futing continued to stride forward, without the slightest hesitation, and the flat expression between his eyebrows and eyes was as skilled as if he were walking in his own garden, and he went around the corner of the building, and in front of him was the wall that isolated him from the outside world.

"Go through the back door." Jiang Futing walked into the narrow corridor.

Bai Tang looked around at the scenery on the side, "How do you know that there is a back door here?" ”

"Normal houses have emergency access, old units like this, generally

Arranged on both sides. Jiang Futing said slowly, and stopped when he saw the rusty security door closed on the side.

Bai Tang followed his line of sight and glanced at the wall: "There really is." How do you know this? ”

Jiang Futing looked at the dark green security door, "I've seen this kind of it when I was there in Xu Ping before." ”

He said and gently pushed the door, but did not push it, learning from Bai Tang to pour the ghost qi in his hand into the keyhole, probing the buckle inside, and controlling the force to move.

"Click!" The door was opened.

Bai Tang looked at him with appreciation: "Yes, you can learn very quickly, you can do it once." ”

Jiang Futing didn't speak, glanced at him lightly, and then pushed the door open.

This door should not have been used for a long time, and when it was pushed open, the powder on both sides of the door instantly flew everywhere, and the smell of rust and sawdust was mixed together, covering the vision in front of me a little blurred.

"Birds don't poop in this place, is there really anyone here?" Bai Tang poked inside.

"Yes." Jiang Futing answered, and after walking in, he carefully pushed the door back.

The moment the door was clamped back, the surrounding sight instantly fell into darkness, with a bit of rotten smell, and when Jiang Futing looked around, he could clearly see the dust suspended in the entire space.

Looking further away, there was a faint light source in front of me.

The floor was littered with bits and pieces of garbage, snack bags, household waste, some printed paper that had been crumpled and thrown in the corner, and a few brooms lying on the ground.

Everything on the ground was covered with a thick layer of ash.

When Jiang Futing walked over, his feet came into contact with the plastic packaging, and he inevitably made some noises, and he turned his head to look at the people around him: "Be a little careful." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little redundant, Bai Tang's body was suspended in the air, looking like he was walking, his feet didn't step on the ground at all, and he had even seen his kind of teleportation, which was not unusual in comparison.

Jiang Futing continued to pace forward slowly, the ceiling above the front was extremely low, and it continued to extend down with a slope, and soon it reached the bottom, and he couldn't go any further.

Further to the right is a narrow passage from which a faint light source emanates.

The two of them took a few steps to the right together, and when they looked back, they realized that there was a staircase above the steep slope ceiling.

Bai Tang looked at the light coming in front of him and the dark corner where they walked in before, "It's really coming directly." ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing continued to walk forward, and entered the brightly lit corridor in a few steps.

The space inside the building is neatly maintained, and there is a job introduction sign above the door of each office.

Occasionally, someone exchanging information or handing over work will come out and go into another office.

Jiang Futing grabbed Bai Tang's sleeve, and the latter was still walking forward, and he pulled back and took two steps back.

He gave Bai Tang an unhappy look, "It's up to you to come back." ”

Needless to say, Bai Tang also knew what he meant.

Obviously smaller than himself, he often sends

With a stinky face, he squeezed the value of his senior brother and master to the extreme, when he was half-baked at the beginning, he still knew how to be polite and polite, but now he doesn't even want the skin of disguise.

But he couldn't hold his temper with him, Bai Tang looked at the exact same face, and sure enough, his bad personality was also a prominent feature in his bones, and he would not change it easily.

He stretched out his fingertips, and when he probed Zhang Tong's soul before, he had left two different blood samples, which came in handy now.

The ghost qi wrapped a drop of floating blood, and Jiang Futing watched as the red liquid suddenly trembled, and then melted into the ghost qi and turned into an extremely thin and long silk thread that stretched all the way up the stairs they had just passed.

Fortunately, I didn't go too far, otherwise it would have been embarrassing to turn back halfway through.

Although not many people pay attention to them, this kind of mentally retarded behavior of walking halfway and turning back will inevitably arouse the curiosity of others.

Anyone who gets someone's attention, whether it's curiosity or inquiry or something else, runs the risk of exposing them.

This kind of floor is generally the highest 7 floors, there is no elevator, only stairs, the staircase they are walking on now has obviously been abandoned for a long time, the place where they walked is all dust, the garbage and wood chips and ash in the dead corner of the steps are extraordinarily thick, and it seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

The black line has been spreading upwards, Jiang Futing and Bai Tang have stayed on the sixth floor, but the line in Bai Tang's hand is obviously still extending upwards.

(End of chapter)