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Ye Hong lay on the bookcase, trying to slow down the rate of his breathing so that the breathing sound didn't sound so abrupt, but his accelerated heartbeat couldn't slow it down. The footsteps disappeared out of thin air, which should have been a happy thing, but Ye Hong always felt that things were far from being so simple, he still didn't dare to act rashly, just lying on his stomach, staring at the door with his eyes dead.

In the torment, Ye Hong felt that after a long time, there was still no movement in the entire office, he relaxed a little, and smiled bitterly in his heart, he was afraid that he had not even paid such a high degree of concentration in the college entrance examination.

Maybe it was because of the relaxation, Ye Hong felt that the back of his neck was itchy for no reason, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, and felt a little silk.

Just as Ye Hong wanted to turn around to find out, a small spider crawled in front of Ye Hong. Spider silk, he thought, flicking the filament in his hand. Return to the position you had just had on your stomach. Not to mention that he didn't have the courage to rush out for the time being, even if he did, the fright just now had already made his legs so weak that it was difficult to move an inch.

At this time, it was already completely dark, because he was used to the brightness here, and with the moonlight outside the window, Ye Hong could roughly see the entire office. On the side of the black leather sofa away from the door, there is a flower pot that is not recognizable!

I don't know what kind of plants were originally planted in the pots, and I can't tell if they are dead or alive. There is only a dense bush, indicating a mismatch in the size of the pot. But Ye Hong didn't think too much about it, his mind was full of one thought now:

There's a good chance the keys are in there!

Ye Hong struggled to jump from the top of the bookcase, and because of his weak legs, when his feet touched the ground, he almost fell headlong. He tried to cut down on his footsteps, but in this silent space, Ye Hong's footsteps were especially clear. The short walk from the bookcase to the flower pot is like a long century.

The plants in the pot were all dead, and the shrunken leaves were clumping together, lifeless, and it looked extremely eerie in this dimly lit space.

Ye Hong picked up the flower pot with both hands and was about to smash it on the ground, but at the moment when the flower pot was about to leave his hand, two hands stretched out from the flower pot and grabbed Ye Hong's hands respectively!

The hands were yellowish, covered with wrinkles and dark red blood scabs, which seemed to be shriveled and weak, but the strength of grabbing Ye Hong was amazing, and no matter how hard Ye Hong struggled, he couldn't break free.

The flower pot hung in mid-air, and the hand in the pot did not have the tendency to stretch out, and the two sides froze for a while, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the air of the office again.

"Da--, -" This time the footsteps were no longer coming from the doorway, and it didn't sound like they were on the ground. A thought flashed in Ye Hong's heart, and he raised his head suddenly.

Sure enough, above the cabinet, there are a pair of feet!

The feet are red skirts upward, but only to the part about the knee is the ceiling, as if it was suddenly cut off, the red skirt is connected to the ceiling, and only a pair of feet wearing red leather shoes are exposed, floating in the air where Ye Hong was lying just now!