Chapter VIII Office

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I can't put into words how I reacted when I saw the scene in the mirror, it was a feeling that gave me goosebumps.

Zhang Hefang was standing next to me, but he was not seen in the mirror, what was going on? Since I was a child, I have heard that ghosts have no shadow and mirror image, so I naturally thought that this Zhang Hefang may not be a human at all, but a ghost!

Zhang Hefang was obviously aware of my reaction, but he still didn't panic, and still asked me with his trademark polite smile, "Mr. Fan, what's wrong?" ”

After speaking, the He Fang also leaned in front of the mirror and combed his hair with a little finger in a decent manner, as if he could see his image in the mirror, and I, looking at the empty mirror, had an indescribable fear in my heart.

If Zhang Hefang is really a ghost, then why didn't he just kill me, but pretend to look at me as if nothing happened? Or is he deliberately not intending to reveal his true identity?

I didn't dare to act rashly, so I followed his meaning and said, "Nothing, nothing." ”

Zhang Hefang looked in the mirror and smiled at me, and said, "Then let's go to the office to watch the surveillance video first, to be honest, I like to watch those surveillance footage with you." ”

After speaking, Zhang Hefang pushed open the door of the toilet and walked outside.

I don't know if I should follow this Zhang Hefang or not, but as soon as I thought that there was a bloody human head staring outside in the toilet tank, I had palpitations, and said that even if I couldn't go with this Zhang Hefang, then I wouldn't stay in such a place, so I followed Zhang Hefang's footsteps and walked out.

The corridor was very dark, Zhang Hefang's back flickered in front of my eyes, and for psychological reasons, I felt more and more that the person in front of me seemed ghostly.

At this time, I suddenly remembered one thing - Bu Jin is still in my mother's mourning hall.

I want to go there and get Bu Jin, but if I really do that, how can I explain Bu Jin's appearance to Zhang Hefang?

While I was thinking about it, Zhang Hefang and I had arrived at the door of my mother's mourning hall in a blink of an eye. Zhang Hefang's eyes looked straight ahead, and he didn't try to look inside, but I reflexively glanced into the mourning hall - no one!

I was shocked, only to see the portrait of my mother hanging high on the wall in the mourning hall, the crystal coffin was closed, and the quilt did not show any signs of messiness.

When I saw such a scene, the tone said that I was worried about Bu Jin in my heart, or that there was no Bu Jin, and that I was a little bottomless in my heart, or to put it bluntly, without Bu Jin, I was afraid.

Zhang Hefang still walked unhurriedly in front of me, and his shoes made a "click" sound on the tiles in the corridor, like the sound of a time bomb moving the watch, knocking on the rhythm of my death one by one.

After walking for a while, we came to the office of the funeral home, Zhang Hefang stood at the door, took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, picked out a copper-colored old-fashioned key and inserted it into the lock on the door, and with a twist of his wrist, the door was opened.

Zhang Hefang opened the door, stood by the door, and made a gesture to me with his other hand to invite me in, and immediately said to me: "Mr. Fan, please come in." ”

I hesitated, as if my feet were filled with lead, and I couldn't take a step, because I always had a feeling that as soon as I entered that room, I would become a turtle in an urn, and then my life and death would be completely in the hands of that Zhang Hefang.

"What's wrong? Please come in! Zhang Hefang urged me and said.

I nodded, and said in my heart that at such a juncture, it would be unrealistic for me to turn around and run away, so I had to walk in, and secretly scolded that Long Bu Jin for not showing up yet.

As soon as I stepped into the office, I heard the door behind me slam shut.

My heart suddenly cooled, and when I turned my head, I saw that there was still a shadow of Zhang Hefang behind me, and I was left alone in this dilapidated office.

Immediately after, a "click" was heard, and the door was locked from the outside.

"Hey! Zhang Hefang! I hurriedly banged on the wooden door and yelled, "What do you mean by that, didn't you mean to watch the surveillance video together?" ”

There was no response from outside the door, and I only heard the "click" of my shoes as they hit the ground.

I panicked all of a sudden, and began to bang frantically on the wooden door, shouting, "Zhang Hefang! What do you mean? Hurry up and open the door for me!! Open the door! Let me go! ”

Still no response.

So, I started to try to bang my body against the wooden door, and I kept swearing as I went. In the past, I used to watch movies in which some strong men slammed a door open with three strokes and five divisions, but in real life, where can such a thing be so simple, my shoulder felt painful, but the wooden door did not loosen in the slightest.

Other than that, the more I shouted, the more panicked I became. Think about it, when a person is locked up in a dark confined space, and you still feel terrified in your heart, and at this time, the more you shout, the more scared you feel.

The more I shouted, the more strange I felt, and I thought to myself, isn't there another family in this funeral parlor keeping a vigil? There were not many people in the family, but there were five or six people, and although there was still some distance between the office and the mourning hall, I felt that the sound I had made was enough to reach that side and get their attention, but no one came.

At last, I didn't know if I was out of fear or because I was tired, so I stopped shouting and leaned my back against the door, panting heavily.

There was only one window in the room, and it was very small, and there were no street lights outside, so there was not the slightest light shining in from the outside, and the inside of the room was almost out of sight.

I reached out and fumbled along the wall next to the door for a switch in the room, and after a while, I found a square-shaped light switch.

I pressed my index finger, but I didn't see any reaction from the ceiling light.

Damn it. I cursed in my heart, and then I sat down on the ground exhausted, my heart pounding.

Fortunately, it was quiet all around, and I gradually calmed down, but just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, in this dark room, I don't know from which corner of the road suddenly heard a "hehe" laughter.

The laughter seemed a little old, but it felt very familiar.

"Who?" My heart suddenly hung again, and I stood up again, my back pressed against the door, and I looked around nervously.

"Huh."

There was another sound, and cold sweat began to flow from my sideburns, and I could vaguely discern that the sound was coming from the direction of the four desks in the room.

"Who's there?" I asked again. But the result was the same – no response.

I shuddered with fright, and hurriedly took the lighter out of my trouser pocket, lit it with a trembling hand, and after sparks were sprayed twice, the lighter finally lit.

The warm yellow flames lit up the ground in front of me with a flicker.

"Hey, hey."

Again, this time it seemed closer, and I heard it more clearly, it was a laugh akin to a smug one, but it sounded like a sad feeling, and it made my scalp tingle and terrified to the extreme.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and in order to embolden myself, I even came up with a swear word, scolding: "Which deflated calf is there?" ”

I picked up my lighter and tentatively walked towards my desk, and after taking two steps, I saw a dark figure crouching behind the computer on one of the desks.

"Who the fuck are you?" My voice trembled uncontrollably, and I stretched my lighter forward.

The black shadow felt the firelight, and looked up suddenly, as soon as I saw her face, her legs were weak, and the whole person sat down on the ground at once, only to see that the squatting on the office chair in front of the computer was none other than my dead mother!

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