Walking into the building, there was a long corridor in front of him, and Zhang Fan walked slowly along the corridor in the dark.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were closed, Zhang Fan tried to push it, but the door seemed to be locked, and it was impossible to enter outside.

When he continued to reach the end of the corridor, Zhang Fan found that the door of one of the rooms at the front was hidden. Pushing open the door, Zhang Fan entered the room.

There were two desks in the room, and some office supplies were messy on the tables, and the items were covered with a thick layer of dust.

I looked around, there was nothing special, and finally Zhang Fan opened the drawers of the desk and looked through them one by one, and there was a photo in the corner of the last drawer that caught Zhang Fan's attention, it was a black and white photo, the photo was an eight or nine-year-old boy, and the back of the photo was written Liu Mingliang (defective product) A few words, and the font was also typed with a red pen X.

"Does a cross with a red pen mean that the boy has been killed?"

Leaving the room and going up the stairs, Zhang Fan looked up:

"Now that twelve o'clock has passed, I still go to the window where the woman jumped off the building to take a photo and send it to Weichen, and then find out the reason for Li Xueping's disappearance."

As I walked up the stairs to the seventh floor, there was a slight rustling sound from above.

"What sound?"

Zhang Fan looked up vigilantly and observed, and found that there was a person lying at the corner of the stairs.

Zhang Fan leaned against the wall and stared at the man motionlessly, holding the rebar crowbar tightly in his hand, if the person on the ground came, whether it was a person or a ghost, Zhang Fan was ready to knock him down with a stick.

The person lying on the ground still didn't move, but the sound of rustling came from the person's body, and the more Zhang Fan looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he slowly moved towards the person.

"A paper man, how can there be a paper man in this place?"

When I looked closer, Jing Ran was lying on the ground with a life-size paper figure, and the sound of the rustling was the sound of the paper man's head being blown by the wind and rubbing against the wall.

Zhang Fan pulled the paper figure over, the paper man's eyes were hollow and his expression was stiff, and his cheeks were still smeared with rouge.

"This paper man is somewhat similar to the paper man on the dead car, is it related to the dead car?"

"The thing that doesn't look like a living person in the supernatural video is very similar to this paper man, is that the woman's suicide related to this paper man?"

"This is already the seventh floor of the highest floor of this building, and the woman who committed suicide committed suicide by jumping off the building on this floor, and the thing that doesn't look like a living person is probably hidden on this floor!"

Zhang Fan stood at the top of the stairs and stared at the corridor on the seventh floor, carefully observing. The light seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer, and there was a dead silence all around, even the sound of the paper figure rubbing against the wall at the corner of the staircase was gone.

At that moment, the door to the first room in the hallway opened silently, as if someone had opened the door from the inside to come out.

Zhang Fan moved lightly to the wall next to the door, raised the rebar crowbar in his hand, and was ready to knock it down at any time.

After a few minutes, there was still no movement in the door, Zhang Fan waited a little reluctantly and reached out to push it, taking advantage of the time when the door was pushed open, Zhang Fan quickly glanced inside, the furnishings inside were the same as the room on the first floor, except for the two desks, there was nothing else, and no one was seen.

"The door must have been blown open by the wind, right?"

Zhang Fan took a breath, slowly pushed open the door and entered the room, there was a faint smell of blood in the room, and the smell was extremely uncomfortable.

The windowsill of the room was open, and a dress hung on the open windowsill.

"This windowsill should be the one where the woman jumped off the building and committed suicide in the video, and that dress should be the bloody clothes."

Zhang Fan closed the door with his backhand, walked gently to the windowsill and opened the mobile phone to shoot, and the blood stains on his clothes had turned brown one by one. It can be seen that the woman must have been violently injured before her death.

After taking a picture of the bloody clothes on the windowsill with his mobile phone, Zhang Fan just wanted to send the photos he had taken to Wei Chen, when he suddenly heard a slight noise outside the door. Although the voice was very subtle, it was heard by Zhang Fan.

"Who's outside the door?"

He held his breath and turned around and walked lightly to the door, listening carefully for a while, but there was no movement outside the door.

When he thought that no one outside the door had just reached out and grabbed the doorknob to open the door, he was surprised to find that the doorknob was turning gently at this time!

Ren is Zhang Fan was bold, and this time he was also shocked, he moved to the wall next to the door and raised the rebar crowbar high.

The door squeaked open a crack and then there was no movement, Zhang Fan knew that the people outside the door were looking inside through the slit, and he tried his best to hold his breath and not make a sound.

Strangely, the man outside the door didn't mean to push the door in, but just stopped outside the door to observe the movement.

After a while, Zhang Fan heard a slight sound of footsteps, and the person outside the door seemed to be walking deeper into the corridor.

Zhang Fan didn't move, he suspected that the person outside the door deliberately let him hear the footsteps, and then turned back and ambushed at the door, waiting for him to relax his vigilance to carry out a sneak attack.

I waited for at least three minutes, and there was no movement outside the door.

Zhang Fan took off his backpack and held it with a crowbar, gently opened the door with only one crack with his other hand, and then stretched the crowbar out of the door with the bag.

As soon as the bag was stretched out, Zhang Fan saw a dark shadow outside the door holding something in his hand and hitting his backpack, moving very fast and not making a sound.

Zhang Fan, who had already figured out how to deal with a sneak attack outside the door, sank his right hand downward, and kicked it with his left foot.

Zhang Fan has been an athlete since he was a child, and he has also learned martial arts, and if ordinary people fight alone with him, he is very sure of winning.

The person who sneaked up outside the door obviously didn't expect it, he deliberately pretended to leave and then returned to sneak attack, and the people in the door would definitely be hit if they were caught off guard, but what he didn't expect was that the guy inside the door seemed to be very cunning and prepared in advance.

Zhang Fan's kick was so strong that if he was kicked, he would definitely fall to the ground, but that person's hand seemed to be good, and he withdrew the hand that was struck out lightly, and easily defused Zhang Fan's swift kick, and then turned around and ran towards the depths of the corridor.

"Can't let this person run away, this guy appeared here so late, it's likely to be Li Xueping's murderer?"

Zhang Fan put the bag behind his back, chased after him with a crowbar in his hand, and a burst of messy footsteps sounded in the corridor, temporarily throwing the dull depression aside.

The person in front of him was running, seeing that Zhang Fan was chasing very closely, he suddenly pushed open the door of a room next to him and ran in, Zhang Fan did not stop, he followed directly into the door, as soon as he entered the door, he locked the door with his backhand, thinking that he would not be able to run this time.

Closing the door, Zhang Fan looked around at this dark and dim room with wide eyes, and suddenly found that this room was very wrong, much larger than the two rooms he had entered before, and there were paper figures with empty eyes and stiff expressions everywhere.

Some of the paper figures were standing, some were lying on their stomachs, and some were lying on the ground, and if they didn't pay attention, they would touch each step forward.

"You can't make a noise, this place is so big, maybe that guy is hiding behind that paper man and preparing to sneak up on me."

Zhang Fan didn't search around, but slowly moved from the gap between the paper people and tables and chairs to the side corners.

After moving to the corner, Zhang Fan hid behind a few paper figures and quietly observed, the room was silent and the light was dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly from a little distance.

After looking at it for a while and not finding that the person was hiding there, Zhang Fan decided to brake quietly, and he slowly squatted down against the wall.

"What's that?"

Zhang Fan, who had just squatted down and was about to sit for a while, felt that something was holding him on the ground. He reached behind and picked it up:

"A cell phone? Whose phone is this, and whose phone will fall here? ”

"Could it be Li Xueping's mobile phone?"

"The phone still has power, turn it on and see!"

Zhang Fan opened the mobile phone, there were a lot of missed messages on the phone, and when he clicked on it, he saw that they were all sent by Weichen.

"It seems that this mobile phone should be Li Xueping's."

After discovering that the phone belonged to Li Xueping, Zhang Fan slid the screen to the day Li Xueping disappeared, wanting to see if there were any clues.

“17417745174……？ Is this the number handprinted to me in the detective mission? Doesn't this number not exist? How can you still send a message to Li Xueping? What the hell is going on? ”

Looking at the number on Li Xueping's mobile phone, Zhang Fan felt that things were starting to get a little complicated.