Changsun Jing said to Wen Wen: "Generally speaking, Xiaolongxia will appear at the scene of the accident as soon as possible, so we have to find the fastest way for him, which is to rush to the scene as quickly as possible, so that we may be able to meet him." ”

Wen Wen said thoughtfully: "Since you can appear at the scene for the first time, then this 'Little Dragon Man' should have a special intelligence collection system, or have similar abilities, have you investigated from this aspect?" ”

"Of course we investigated, we tried all kinds of ways, but in the end, it was luck that was easiest to find him." Eldest Sun Jing said with a wry smile.

"Then I'll believe you, it's up to you to drive me to try my luck, this little thing drinks hot pot base, let it drive I'm afraid of accidents." Wen Wen said while carrying the tail of the three cubs, who were limp in a ball.

……

In the office building late at night, the lights are still on on the thirteenth floor.

A dozen young people, bald youths, hairless girls, all programmers, were typing on the keyboard in the light.

It's almost the end of the month, but their work is not done yet, so they can only work overtime to support their family and buy a new sports car as soon as possible.

Meng Chun rubbed his somewhat swollen temples, stopped his cramping hands, and made himself a cup of coffee.

Then he greeted his colleagues and said, "Let's rest for a while and chat, now there are only a dozen of us in the whole building, and there is only the sound of typing on the keyboard, which makes me feel a little hairy." ”

"Why hair."

A woman sitting opposite Meng Chun stood up and asked Meng Chun curiously, her face was amazingly white, she couldn't see her facial features, and her weird eyes made her scalp tingle.

"Ah...... Maggie Lee...... What the hell are you doing! Meng Chun was taken aback, and it turned out that the woman opposite had a mask on her face.

Li Meiqi sneered and said: "It's midnight, we are still staying up late to work, I don't want my skin to age early, but Meng Chun, are you so timid as a big man." ”

"Who said I was cowardly......"

Meng Chun retorted without confidence, and then said in a very tempting tone: "But do you know why our company rents a floor so cheaply." ”

A burly man turned his chair, looked at Meng Chun helplessly, and said, "Meng Chun, you kid is going to tell a ghost story again, right, it's okay, you can refresh me." ”

"It's not a ghost story!"

Meng Chun said in a serious tone: "I heard from our company's finance that the cost of renting this floor is only a quarter of the price of renting other floors, aren't you curious about what's going on?" ”

Li Meiqi moved the stool to Meng Chun's side and urged: "Say it quickly, don't sell it." ”

Seeing that the three of them began to tell ghost stories and play, programmers from other jobs also gathered one after another, and more and more people sat next to Meng Chun, forming a small circle.

"Our building was rented seven months ago, and before seven months, there was no one working on this floor for more than three years, and the elevator didn't even stay on this floor!"

"And the reason for all this starts from four years ago, there was an IT company here four years ago, and its performance has been tepid."

"Because of the poor performance, I can only squeeze the employees, and let the employees work overtime until late at night every day, and finally one day a male employee was overwhelmed, and when the other colleagues left the building, the employee committed suicide at his desk!"

Meng Chun's tone of voice made people feel cold, and this ghost story fit well with everyone's current environment, so the audience felt a little hairy in their hearts.

But they didn't care, because this is the fun of listening to ghost stories late at night, Meng Chun is a little expert in telling ghost stories in the company, and only he can let everyone into the story.

"When I went to work the next day, none of the social animals who came to work or the company's management noticed the death of the male employee, so I worked overtime until late at night......

As Meng Chun's story progressed, everyone felt a little chilled more and more, as if there were people hiding in every dark corner of the building.

"As usual, the company worked overtime until late at night, and no one noticed that the male employee, who had been lying on the table for a day, slowly sat up and made a cup of coffee."

Everyone looked at the coffee cup in Meng Chun's hand, glanced at each other, and got closer to each other, Meng Chun was getting more and more scary.

"This male employee started telling ghost stories, and because he told them so well, his colleagues who were working overtime together gathered together."

"Keeping everyone around is the purpose of the male employee, he wants his colleagues to stay forever and work overtime with him in this company, so that he will not be lonely, so that when he tells ghost stories, he will always have an audience."

Meng Chun lowered his voice and said in a strange tone: "However, this male employee is dead after all, and his story can be heard not only by his colleagues, but also by other people who wander in the middle of the night, so more and more people gather around the male employee......"

Everyone felt a little frightened, so they looked around, and when they retracted their gaze, their faces turned pale with fright, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Tonight, the story Meng Chun told seemed particularly scary.

Meng Chun glanced at everyone with satisfaction, this was the first time he had told a ghost story with such a good effect, in the past, these people were listening to it while picking thorns, but today it actually scared them to tremble.

"When the story of the male employee came to an end, the audience was already scared and almost cried, and the male employee also showed his true face at this time, with bloody eyes and a long red tongue......"

Meng Chun turned his head, smeared a little tomato juice on his eye sockets, hung a fake tongue in his mouth, turned around and yelled at everyone: "Roar! I want you to always listen to my stories! ”

Meng Chun, who was expecting everyone to scream, didn't see the picture he wanted to see.

They were all scared and trembling before, and now he specially prepared props for the last plot, which should be the most intense reaction to the plot, why is everyone just trembling as before?

Unless...... They are so scared because of their own ghost stories!

Thinking of this stubble, Meng Chun felt a chill to the bone, and he noticed that today's hot coffee seemed to be cooling much faster than usual.

And among the people around me who listen to my story, the familiar faces are a little unfamiliar, and the unfamiliar faces are all familiar, as if these people are all my colleagues.

But he clearly remembered that there were only a dozen people in their company working in the entire building, and after he finished telling the ghost story...... There are dozens of people around!