Seeing someone there, Zhang Hongbo couldn't help but take a step back, and his legs trembled without obeying the call. The hand holding the steel pipe subconsciously increased his strength, and he couldn't hide his horror and asked the other party:

"Who's standing there! What the hell! ”

Although Zhang Hongbo felt that the sentence he asked was quite confident, the other party still stood there upright, without even moving his head.

As if I hadn't heard him say anything.

"Are you deaf? Can't hear me say anything more? Hurry up and turn me around and hear no, or I'll be welcome. ”

Zhang Hongbo yelled at the other party again, but the other party still remained motionless, feeling like a stiff dead corpse that had been deliberately placed at the gate.

The other party didn't respond, Zhang Hongbo shouted loudly, but in his heart he was already cowardly, although he looked like he had a weapon, but he didn't have the courage to smash the other party's head at all.

The two men were in a completely stiff situation, until the man finally changed slightly. It was as if he couldn't stand on his feet, and after leaning back and forth a few times, he "plopped", the back of his head touched the ground heavily, and the whole person lay on the ground.

"Tell you, you don't come to this set!"

Zhang Hongbo thought that the man was pretending to be dead, and then tricked him into attacking him suddenly, but when he said this and shone the flashlight on the other party's face, he was immediately frightened and screamed.

Because that person doesn't have a face at all!

His face looked like it had just been ripped off, covered in skin debris and sticky plasma.

"Dead! Dead! ”

Zhang Hongbo subconsciously shouted a few times in a row. His exclamation echoed again for a long time.

He jumped over the corpse on the ground and began to open the door with the key in his hand, but the key did not turn at all, no matter how many times he tried, the result was the same.

The door can't be opened, and I don't know when the lock cylinder was replaced.

To put it bluntly, he's completely trapped in the warehouse right now. And the worst thing is that there is also a killer here who accompanies him in the dark, peeping at him, waiting for an opportunity to plan something.

Zhang Hongbo saw that he couldn't get out at all, so he didn't try again, but returned to the cubicle.

After all, no matter what, the compartment is transparent on all sides and has doors that can be locked inside, at least in terms of safety factor, it is much safer than him staying alone in the dark.

The goods stored in the warehouse have gaps in almost every row and column, so no one can say whether there will be someone hiding in them.

Holding the steel pipe in his hand, he looked through the glass, vigilantly probing every area he could see. But even so, he still felt that he was no different from a blind man at the moment.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a series of harsh phone calls suddenly sounded in the cubicle.

He swallowed with difficulty, his head like a robot, and looked very slowly at the phone on the table. After making sure again, he was convinced that what he had heard was not wrong.

It was indeed the landline phone ringing.

But isn't it supposed to be broken? Is it possible to talk to people even if the phone line is cut?

Although he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't care much at the moment, so he hurriedly stepped over and picked up the phone:

"Hello?"

"I'm hurt...... My face hurts......"

A man's voice rang on the phone.

"What is hurt, who are you?" Zhang Hongbo was stunned by what the other party said.

"Help me, help me, okay?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm right in front of the warehouse gate, help me ......"

"In front of the warehouse gate? Hurt your face? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Hongbo suddenly shuddered, because he suddenly thought of the dead man with a bloody face that he had seen in front of the gate not long ago.

But...... How could a dead man call him?

"Ah——!h

Zhang Hongbo screamed and hung up the phone, but the phone was still ringing.

He slammed the phone to the ground, but the microphone was still making sound after it hit the ground:

"I'll go find you! You watched me die, and I won't let you live! ”

Zhang Hongbo was so frightened that he sat on the ground, but the voice disappeared again. But the wave of unevenness rose again and again, and the door of the compartment that he had just confirmed to be locked before he came in didn't know when it was opened.

Not only that, but on the doorknob of the cubicle, blood was still dripping down.

"How can this be ......"

Zhang Hongbo felt that he had seen a ghost, and was just about to get up and close the door again, when he felt something suddenly fall from behind him. He subconsciously looked back and saw a fierce ghost face on the ground.

The ghost's face was covered with blood, his eyes bulged out, and what made Zhang Hongbo's heart cold the most was that those eyes were turning left and right at this time.

"Ah!!h

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Qin Ming had just finished eating with the general manager and parted in front of a small restaurant.

After eating this meal, strictly speaking, there was no nutrition, he barely spoke, the general manager said it again, and what he said was some vain scenes.

Because he didn't know what the general manager was, he didn't dare to ask more, but only symbolically asked some things about the company, but there was no substantive gain.

Although Changting City is a city with good development prospects in this world, in terms of the current situation, even some towns and villages in the secular world are not comparable.

There is basically no nightlife, let alone this point, as long as it is past 8 o'clock in the evening, there are basically no people on the road.

There is a staff dormitory building in the company, in which the people live are all one by one, but the people who can get the house are the old people with more than ten years of working experience, and then the management.

The place where Qin Ming lives is not a building, but an independent house, and it also has a small courtyard of dozens of square meters.

In the middle of the yard there was a tall poplar tree, and the poplar tree was wrapped in a circle of ropes, I don't know what it meant.

After Qin Ming came back, he stood under the tree and stayed for a while before entering the house.

The furniture and appliances in the room are all available, and the decoration is also very modern, with a big red floor and a yellow wardrobe. It's just that there is no bathroom, what can be used for convenience is a plastic bucket, and the small one can also be in the house, if it is large, I am afraid that it can only be solved in the yard.

Qin Ming closed the door of the house, then took off his coat and sat on the sofa, the room was a little too quiet, so he got up and turned on the TV again.

But after looking around, I didn't see any TV shows he liked, but there were things he was too lazy to watch and hated to listen to.

Turning down the volume of the TV, he lay on the sofa on his back, thinking quietly about the incident, but he fell asleep unconsciously.

He slept tired, as if there was a person on his stomach when he slept.

And it wasn't long before he heard a string of bells ringing in the room, and he opened his eyes a little dazedly, and his gaze happened to be opposite the old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall.

It reads—3 a.m. sharp.

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