There was a thundershower, and Wang Yong hugged the little snow tightly and felt some kind of calm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Snow asked, and outside was the lightning and thunder of strong convection.

"It's coming." Wang Yong is like snow and said to himself.

Two weeks later, Wang Yong took the snow for a drive, it was a downtown area in the evening, and the roads were crowded. Leaving the downtown area and near the port, there are more warehouses and office buildings of trading companies, and the street looks a little deserted.

People rushing home from work are waiting for buses, and coffee shops are lit up with neon signs.

Snow says she wants to see "E.T." again.

Wang Yong smiled and promised that he could go and see it after dinner.

Then she talked about "E.T.", saying that it would be nice if Wang Yong was E.T., and touched Wang Yong's forehead with her fingertips.

Snow sneered.

Suddenly, Wang Yong's face turned grim, and Wang Yong felt that something was calling him.

Wang Yong's brain calmed down abnormally at this time, but he felt his blood gradually boiling. He is such a person, in the most critical moments, he always bursts out with the strongest ability.

An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Quickly parked the car around a corner.

"Lock all the windows, don't get out of the car, don't open the door if anyone says anything, I'll just go."

With that, Wang Yong jumped out of the car.

"Wait, I don't, I'm ...... here alone"

Wang Yong's footsteps ran quickly and agilely.

Like a hidden beast, hiding in a dark corner.

With a blue dress and a white satchel, Wang Yong followed calmly.

Although Wang Yong's footsteps were fast, he could never catch up, and the distance between the two was always maintained at twenty meters.

But Wang Yong's purpose is not the happy spirit.

She suddenly turned to the left. Wang Yong also turned left.

It's a narrow, sparsely populated road lined with unimposing office buildings, with pick-up trucks and vans parked in between.

Wang Yong followed coldly, and he didn't shout Xixi's name, but chased him coldly.

Xixi walked into one of the rows of office buildings.

Wang Yong followed suit, but there was no longer Xixi's figure in the dusty room.

Wang Yong quickly ran to the eighth floor along the stairs next to him, looking left and right, there was no movement, no one was there.

Wang Yong stood calmly in the corridor, he was waiting, yes, he was waiting.

There is an inexplicable ruthlessness in his heart, Xixi, don't be caught by me.

Leaning slightly, there was a sound, the sound of high heels hitting the hard floor—popping.

The sound of shoes echoed strangely loudly in the corridor where the ceiling hung high and no human voices were heard, like ancient memories, sluggish and dry.

Wang Yong felt in a trance at this time, feeling as if he was in a terror in the labyrinthine body of a huge creature that had long since died—falling into it through a hole in time.

Wang Yong felt a trace of coldness, a chill went up his spine, and he felt that his joints seemed to be inflexible, and his whole body began to tighten.

"There is no doubt about it." Wang Yong said to himself: "This is no longer the real world. "I've been exposed to this kind of stuff again.

"But that's fine, spirits. The unknown is always the scariest. “

Wang Yong silently judged the source of the sound of shoes, at the end of the corridor on the right side.

Wang Yong hurried over there.

The sound of shoes coming from the door at the end of the door sounded quite far away, but in fact there was only one door away.

There is no sign on the door, which is unusually conspicuous in this row of doors with signs.

There's no doubt about it -- strange.

At this moment, Wang Yong had a feeling of being in a dream, and expressed some doubts about his existence.

He stretched out his left hand to make sure that every fingerprint of his was clearly visible, and that he was not in a dream.

At this time, Wang Yong inexplicably felt a sense of fear in his heart, as if a pair of black eyes were silently peeping at him behind his dream.

However, Wang Yong held the spherical handle and twisted it decisively.

The door is not locked. The handle rotated slightly, and with a faint "creak", the door opened from the inside.

It was dark inside, and there was a faint smell of floor cleaning.

The room was empty, with no furniture or lights, except for a faint glow of sunset.

There were several faded newspapers scattered across the floor. Not a single one.

With the sound of shoes, silence followed.

Judging that the sound of shoes seems to be coming from the upper right end.

Wang Yong walked to the end of the room and found that there was a door by the window, which was also unlocked, and behind the door was a staircase.

Holding on to the cold metal handrail, he climbed step by step in the dark. The stairs were steep, and when you went up to the top, you found another door.

Wang Yong fumbled for the handle and unscrewed the door.

The room was dark. I can't see what's going on inside, but I just know that there's a lot of space inside.

In the middle of the ceiling were several small skylights for light, from which no light was shining before the moon had risen.

Only the street lamps outside zigzagged and reflected a faint light.

Wang Yong took a deep breath, settled down, and walked in.

The room was spacious, empty, and the air was still. Center looks around, only to notice furniture-like things scattered in the corner. You can only get a rough outline. There is a certain unrealistic feeling.

Wang Yong walked towards the silhouettes of the furniture.

There is something like a white cloth on the sofa or chair.

Wang Yong took a closer look and found that it was not cloth at all, but bones.

On the sofa sat two human skeletons side by side, and they were very complete and lacking in them.

One is larger, the other is slightly smaller, and they sit there in the same position as they were alive.

The larger ones have one arm resting on the back of the couch, while the smaller ones have their hands on their knees.

It seems that the two died unknowingly, and then lost their flesh and blood, leaving only bones.

They were even smiling, and they were surprisingly white.

Take a walk around the room. It turned out that there was a white skeleton sitting on each chair, a total of seven.

Including Watanabe Jun, who Wang Yong let go of that day, he had a shattered skull, and it is estimated that he was desperate for life and jumped off the building to his death.

With a wave of Wang Yong's right hand, the seven bones quickly disappeared from the room.

Wang Yong didn't pay attention to the card on the dusty window frame.

"Xiao Zuo, I can go."

"Anytime."

"Can I bring someone?"

"Whatever you want."

"What's the use of these seven bones?"

"These seven white bones can help people improve their talents and gain abilities."

Wang Yong nodded and walked out of this strange room, but some kind of strange faint blue light in the room was flickering gently.

At this time, it was completely dark, and Wang Yong went down the stairs and quickly rushed towards the direction of the snow.

With a reluctant look on her face, Xue leaned into her seat listening to the announcement.

With a knock, she raised her face and opened.

"I'm sorry." Wang Yong said.

"There were a lot of people coming, scolding, knocking on the glass, and grabbing the car body and shaking."

"I'm sorry." The corners of Wang Yong's mouth couldn't help but show a smile: "I think we can go." “