Until the evening, the young man did not come back to the store. Zuo Kui seemed to have forgotten him, still reading in his chair.

In fact, the young man had been lurking outside the fat boss's backyard and squatting for a long time.

At first, the young man wanted to call the police, but apart from seeing some strange images, he had no idea what was happening. Zuo Kui's attitude and the evil smile of the fat boss made the young man not know what to do. Therefore, he made a decision -

Scoop into the fat boss's backyard at night to see what was in that room yesterday.

The fat boss has been watching from the stall in front of the store. The young man didn't know if he would do something like that on time every day, but out of caution, he still planned to sneak into the fat boss's backyard a few hours earlier, just in case.

The young man laid a lot of bricks, and after observing the courtyard wall for a long time, he jumped in after making sure that no one was there.

This courtyard has the same layout as the backyard of Rokfangzhai. In the small square courtyard, there are some sundries, flowers and plants, and a large number of hoarded groceries. The young man looked at the door of the shop and could see the back of the fat boss through the scattered cabinets.

The young man subconsciously touched the satchel on his waist and walked towards the room he saw yesterday.

The room is fitted with an old-fashioned security door. To the youth's surprise, the doors on the inside and outside were not locked. The young man looked around, and after making sure that no one was watching him, he finally walked in and cautiously closed the door.

The young man turned on the light and found that it was a warehouse, and the goods were placed in an orderly manner. It's just that there are a lot of free places and there is no claustrophobic feeling.

The young man shuttled between the cargo piles for a long time, but found nothing special. He thought he would smell a strong smell of blood, but in fact he could only smell faint hot flashes.

The young man leaned against the wall, scratching his head incessantly. The closed environment made him sweat profusely, and his anxiety grew more and more intense. He took off his glasses and wiped the sweat and oil from his face vigorously to prevent them from slipping.

The clothes on his elbows scratched something, and the young man was stabbed. He put on his glasses and looked closely, and saw that it was an iron door embedded in the wall, blocked by the high fort crate. The iron door showed a slight edge, a little warped because of its age, and turned into a spike that protruded.

The young man was a little excited, and he instinctively felt that this must be what he was looking for.

He removed the obscured goods, and hesitated to face the dark iron door.

Finally, the young man made up his mind and pulled the iron door open.

A choking smell came up, making the young man almost vomit.

It's not pungent, but it's going to paralyze your brain if you smell too much. As soon as the young man smelled it, he could tell that it contained a fishy, sweet, greasy and greasy taste, and it was disgusting to death.

The spiral concrete staircase stretches downward, reminding the youth of the black workshop on TV. He swallowed, looked deep into the dark staircase, turned on the light on his phone, and groped his way down.

The young man did not know how long he had walked, and finally came to a heavy iron gate. He wiped the sweat from the rain and pushed the door open.

It was pitch black behind the door, and the young man searched for a long time on both sides, and finally found a pull switch and pulled it down hard.

A long line of lights lit up on the ceiling, stretching into the distance. It is a deep corridor without any lacquer finish. The promenade is flanked on both sides by pairs of iron gates that extend to the end.

"There may be someone here who was dragged down by the fat boss yesterday......"

The thought popped into the young man's head and made him shudder.

He tried to push and pull the iron doors, but none of them opened. Before he knew it, he had come to the door at the end of the hallway.

This time, the iron door made a heavy muffled sound and was slowly opened.

It was pitch black again.

The young man felt the switch again and turned on the light in the room. The furnishings in the room froze him there.

A metal bed sits in the center of the room, surrounded by a dozen iron doors embedded in the wall, which looks like some kind of storage room.

The young man walked slowly around the room, his eyes wandering between the iron doors. For a moment, he felt like he knew what was in the iron door.

As if enchanted, the young man walked to one of the iron doors, opened the hitch on the door, and pulled the door open with all his might.

The young man looked at the things inside the door, and his whole mind went blank.

It was a corpse, standing peacefully in the freezer.

The young man felt as if his throat and eyes were blocked by something, and his legs could not move as if they were filled with lead. His hand seemed to be out of his brain's grip and began to reach for the other cold storage doors.

One, two, three......

What froze him again was a mutilated corpse.

It was as if someone had split the body in the middle, leaving only half of it here.

The young man sat down on the ground and slowed down for a long time before standing up again. Trembling, he took out his camera from his satchel and took pictures one by one.

He photographed the left side of the room, the right side of the room, the bed above and in the middle of the room, the whole and half corpses in the freezer.

And the fat boss at the door of the room.

The youth screamed and threw the camera out, and the lens shattered.

The fat boss looked at him with a smile on his face and a lewd face.

The young man's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. He watched the fat boss approach him step by step, and kept dragging his body back with his hands.

Until it hits the wall, there is no way back.

The young man was so shavering that he could not control himself, and his face was pale. He leaned against the door of the nearby freezer and leaned his body against the wall, as if he was going to press himself into the wall.

The fat boss walked up to him and stretched out his hand—

He opened the door to the ice vault he was holding.

"That's what you're looking for." The fat boss said with a smile.

After that, he sat down on the iron bed and lit a cigarette with interest.

The fat boss's cigarette was more than half lit, and the young man stood up with the open door of the ice store. He stared at the fat boss and slowly moved his body to the front of the freezer. Finally, he turned his heart to look inside the freezer.

It was the corpse of a young man, with a somewhat dented skull. Other than that, it's not much different from other whole corpses.

The young man's trembling stopped, and he looked back at the fat boss, his eyes red.

"Monster! Murderer! I'll kill you! ”

The young man yelled hysterically and pounced on the fat boss. The fat boss was unusually agile and dodged to the side, and the young man crashed into the iron bed, wailing and falling to the ground. He yelled and hugged the fat boss's thick legs, cursing loudly as he thrashed.

The fat boss just grinned and shook his head helplessly.

"Stop, Zuo'an."

The young man's hand stopped in mid-air, and he desperately got up and looked at Zuo Kui at the door.

"How do you know my name is Zuo'an? I never told you......"

"Stop messing around here." Zuo Kui said and walked in slowly.

"Nonsense?!" Zuo An roared, pointed to the corpse in the ice vault and said, "He killed my brother!" This fat man is a pervert! Murderer! Look how many people he killed! We're going to the police! We ......"

The young man suddenly stopped talking, his eyes widened and he stepped back, pointed at Zuo Kui and said, "You...... You're all in this together...... You ......"

Zuo Kui sighed and said leisurely:

"When you were ten years old, you climbed a wall and fell off, and your head was cracked, and your brother carried you to a nearby clinic for stitches, so that your parents did not find out; When you were twelve, you went to the game hall to find your brother who played arcade machines, and was blocked in the alley to rob money, but your brother rescued you and almost ran out of breath; When you were fifteen, you pulled out some videos from your brother's computer for the first time......"

Zuo Kui stopped and looked at Zuo An's lower body.

Zuo An looked at him, dumbfounded.

Zuo Kui walked to the front of the ice storage, poked the sunken skull on the corpse with his hand, and frowned slightly.

"Even now, I still don't think my face fits the world."

Zuo Kui turned his head and looked into Zuo An's eyes.

“…… Elder brother? Zuo An looked at Zuo Kui, his voice ethereal.

This huge amount of information made Zuo An's brain almost burn and short-circuit.

"Impossible...... No way! Zuo An hugged his head and shouted, "How is this possible?!" This ......"

"Something happened," Zuo Kui said, "and my soul was transferred to this body." I'm going to need time to figure this out, but I can't tell you everything just yet. ”

"For ...... Why? ”

"You think we don't know why you're coming to the door?" The fat boss smiled: "Don't ask too much, it will hurt your brother." ”

Zuo An looked at them and suddenly lost his speech. He was out of strength and leaned on the iron frame bed, tears sliding down in large pieces, crying uncontrollably.

"Brother...... I...... We all ...... Miss you so much...... Would love ......."

Zuo Kui gently pulled Zuo An into his arms, stroking his hair, and his hoarse voice seemed less cold for the first time.

"I know." Zuo Kui said: "I know ......"