Chapter 49: The Deadly Rotten Building 49

As he passed by the monster, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Qi Qian's eyes lit up.

Smell of blood......

Could it be that these sticky blood-red juices are blood?

In this way, this monster really looks like a skinned person.

Combined with the appearance of the male ghost, it is not difficult for Qi Qian to guess that this monster is the little brother of Brother Long who died because he ran out of the unfinished building.

Qi Qian's footsteps stopped.

There was no fear in his eyes.

He even leaned over slightly, so that he could see this "monster" more clearly.

After being stared at intently by Qi Qian for about five minutes, the little brother couldn't hold back any longer, and raised his head, revealing skinless eyes.

The picture that seemed extremely terrifying to others fell into Qi Qian's eyes, and it was difficult to even make him have a little mood swing.

"Why are you looking at me like this, aren't you afraid?" The younger brother originally wanted to scare Qi Qian with a ruthless tone, but when he looked at Qi Qian's red eyes, he couldn't help but be intimidated.

Who let him have a psychological shadow on Qi Qian before he died.

Exercise! Obviously now, he's a ghost, okay?

But even if he became a ghost, he was not Qi Qian's opponent at all.

"Is it true that when you die, you will appear in the dreams of those who are still alive?" For this setting, Qi Qian is interested.

He didn't pay any attention to his little brother and continued to walk downstairs.

The younger brother's gaze moved with Qi Qian's back.

The skinless face looks particularly hideous and terrifying.

His eyes also became more and more vicious because Qi Qian gradually approached downstairs.

He can't take revenge, and if he can't kill people, let the more capable ones help him!

…

Qi Qian came to the lobby on the first floor.

There was no shelter around, only a thick white fog that was exactly the same as in my memory.

The voice that always called to him came from the fog.

"Qi Qian." Zhang Yang walked out of the rough wall.

One of his arms took on a strange shape, still in a broken state.

There is a fist-sized hole in the heart of the chest.

For Zhang Yang's appearance, Qi Qian was not surprised.

He already understood that the people who appeared in the dream were all dead in the unfinished building during the day.

"I died before I finished my words during the day, so I'll tell you now." Compared with the first two dead people, Zhang Yang can be said to be the most normal.

Qi Qian was not in a hurry for such a moment, bowed slightly to Zhang Yang, and motioned to him.

"As I told you before, I'm a programmer, and I'm usually very homely, as long as I don't go to work, I'm staying at home all day. That's why I don't have any friends, just games. It's just that my game skills are not good.,It's very vegetable.,So I'm always bullied in the game.。 ”

Zhang Yang leaned his back against the wall, his eyes were empty, and a wry smile hung on his lips.

"Sometimes, when I lose the game, I receive a report from the boss that the website has crashed and I am asked to go back to the company to work overtime to write code. Writing late at night, I was the only one in the company, and I couldn't always test what went wrong, and the takeout I ordered was delivered in the wrong placeβ€”β€”"

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and said, "At that time, looking at the empty company, looking at the screen full of code, and touching my deflated stomach, I was thinking, what is the meaning of living on this kind of day?

He smiled bitterly, "But I didn't expect that after I really died, I felt that it was interesting to be alive." ”