I heard the sound of the door locking and couldn't help but whisper a curse, and the person who locked the door suddenly stopped.

Then there was a long silence, I could not hear the thud of his walking, nor did I hear any gasps, and the dark room, the long corridor, was silently deadlocked.

This kind of silence makes me expect more sounds, even the sound of the door locking, and the silence is really chilling, and I dare not breathe.

I always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching me somewhere I couldn't see.

After about five or six minutes, I finally heard the sound of the locker finally pushing the lock on, followed by a continuous "bang... Boom.... Boom"

The heavy sound of my shoes hitting the ground came from far and near, and I held my breath and didn't dare to move, my hair soaked with sweat like rain.

The footsteps finally stopped in front of the door of the house where I was hiding, and although I was not a thief and could have walked out with dignity, my sixth sense clearly told me that this person who locked the door was not friendly, and it was better not to see it.

I remembered the scene in Chainsaw, there are some perverts who like to hide in remote and abandoned buildings, wait for their prey to take the bait, and then brutally kill and dismember the body.

Heaven forbid, the doorkeeper didn't stay long in front of my door, so he dragged his shoes upstairs, this time I didn't dare to be careless, and I breathed a long sigh of relief when I was sure that the person was far away.

I wondered in my heart, "There is not even a single hair in this abandoned and dilapidated building, why do you have to place a special scripture player?"

Then there is only one answer, there is something important on the second floor!

The sixth uncle told me that the second floor hid the secret of Old Tang, which surprised me very much.

Lao Tang was in an accidental car accident ten years ago, this is not controversial, and it was not killed by him, without the murderer's complex forged evidence, where did Lao Tang get the secret?

The only thing that makes me strange is that Lao Tang, a ghost, doesn't haunt others, but he remembers me, and makes up all kinds of words to introduce an old ghost who has also been dead for ten years to me.

I think that these abnormal behaviors of Old Tang are the secrets that the old man refers to.

Now the door on the first floor is locked, and there is a strange person on the second floor, and he can't get out tonight anyway, and it seems that he can only deal with it all night in this broken house.

I sat down next to the window, it was still raining outside, there was not much light, I sighed and was about to curse, but when the words came to my lips, I held back again.

Alas, this is life, many times, a stomach of bitterness, no one to talk about.

Listening to the sound of the rain outside, I gradually became sleepy, and I had a dream.

In my dream I fell into the endless sea, there was a small boat beside me, there were two people standing on board, I struggled desperately in the sea, begging for help from the people on board, but no matter how hard I tried to shout, the two people on the boat still just looked at me indifferently.

I tried my best to see the faces of the people on board, but it was as if there was a barrier between us.

Fortunately, at the last moment when I sank to the bottom of the sea, I finally saw them clearly, and the two people on this boat were actually Old Tang and Sixth Uncle!!

I woke up suddenly, gasping for air, and I don't know when the rain outside the window had stopped.

This dream is more terrifying than the appearance of 100,000 evil ghosts, and Old Tang is actually with Uncle Six? The person I feared the most and the person I trusted the most were actually in the same boat!

"Fuck, what kind of dream is this?"

Angry, I gave myself a "pop" of ear seeds, which was particularly harsh in this silent building.

I suddenly came to my senses, I was really stupid, there was something I don't know what it was upstairs.

Yes, after all this experience, I am now not sure if anyone around me is human or not!

I crept to my feet, took out my phone and glanced at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning, the sky was just slightly bright, and the visibility of the building had improved a lot.

Just as I was about to continue curling up in the corner, there was a sound of sleeping snoring from somewhere on the second floor.

The snoring sounded as if there was no barrier in the silent building.

Listening to this sweet snoring, I no longer felt a little sleepy, but I had a bold idea, the people upstairs were already asleep at the moment, and now was the perfect opportunity to go upstairs and find out.

I repeatedly recalled the words of the sixth uncle in my heart, "Old Tang's secret is in the archive room on the second floor"

I couldn't help but clench my fists, I came in, and I can't get out now, there are not many opportunities.

I simply put my heart sideways and walked out of the room.

The second floor was more dilapidated than I had imagined, and I couldn't help but retch as I looked around in the faint light of my phone.

There is a lot of garbage on the ground, discarded shoes, wine bottles and plastic, and the smell is very bad.

As I was walking, I suddenly felt something very soft under my feet, so I quickly removed my feet and looked down, almost vomiting my stomach in disgust.

What I stepped on was the corpse of a dead cat that had been dead for a long time and was highly decomposed, crawling with maggots, scrambling to enjoy their food, and now I stepped on it, and the maggots were blurred together, and it was disgusting!

I quickly shook my feet and shook off some of the carrion stuck to my shoes, and inevitably made some noise.

Suddenly, the snoring that had been wandering in the hallway stopped abruptly, and one of my feet was still hanging in the air, but I didn't dare to move.

After another two or three minutes, the snoring came back to me, and I sweated in my heart, slowly lowered my already sour feet, and walked towards the archives at the easternmost end of the corridor with a slight movement that almost moved.

The closer I got there, the more the pungent fishy smell grew, and I was afraid of stepping on some dead dog or cat again, so I looked at my feet with extra care.

When I walked to the easternmost room, it was like a snoring sound.

As expected, the doorkeeper lived in the opposite room from the archives, the door of the room was empty, and it was pitch black inside, without any light.

This archive room was unlike any other, with a very large lock hanging from the door, and even the windows were nailed with iron bars.

This piqued my curiosity even more, this building has been abandoned for ten years, and this one room is the only one in the entire building that is locked.

Needless to say, there is definitely something hidden in the noodles!

I stood on tiptoe, trying to use the light of my phone to see what was inside through the window, when I was looking up to look in when a "bang" came from the opposite room.

I shuddered with fright, my hands shook, and my phone fell to the ground. didn't bother to pick it up, so he quickly hid in the next room.

After a while, I heard someone in the room scolding loudly, "Fuck, I'm sleeping fragrantly, I've fallen to death."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the loud noise just now turned out to be this person who fell asleep and fell out of bed.

But the phone was still at his door, and I was trying to figure out how to pick it up, when I suddenly heard a piercing ringtone.

My heart was tight, but when I called at this time, I was dead!

"Hey, yes, it's me, okay, I'll send it to you now"

It turned out that the mobile phone of the person in the house rang, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and sighed in my heart:

I was really nervous, and I forgot that my mobile phone ringtone was the most dazzling national style.

Then, the occupants pushed open the door of the room, and a fierce fishy smell came.

I covered my mouth and nose, thinking to myself that this man really looked like a murderer in the movie, and I don't know what the smell of his room was, could it be the fragments of the corpse that he brutally murdered?

This archive room is locked, and the windows are nailed with iron bars, and I am not prepared for today, so I must not be able to get in, and now this strange person is just going out, and it is a good opportunity for me to slip out.

After thinking about it, I picked up my phone and followed him from a distance, hoping that this person would leave for a short time and not have the habit of locking the door.

Heaven forbid, this man opened the iron chain on the first floor, and it was not locked, and I saw that the other person had been walking for a long time, and quickly slipped out of the corner of the stairs with a few arrows.

Just as I slipped out of the second floor, the man stopped, and I quickly hid behind a tree in the courtyard, probably remembering that the door was not locked, and looked back worriedly.

It didn't matter if he turned around, I almost screamed in shock.

"Old Wu ??!!!"

...........

I went back to the dormitory, poured half a bottle of liquor in one go, and planted myself on the bed in despair, my mind in chaos.

Lao Wu is the second-in-command of the team, he holds real power, he is not short of money, why does he live in this old building that has been abandoned for ten years?

And he lives in the opposite room from the archives, and what's the smell of his room?

When I think about this, it feels really ironic, I have been in the team for more than a year, and I first found out that my best buddy Don is an old ghost who has been dead for ten years.

Now even my top boss Lao Wu has been involved, and the most terrifying thing is that he is a human or a ghost, and now it seems that it is not necessarily!

What's wrong with me? If everything happens to me, will the rest of the world, their colleagues, and their leaders be like me?

I'm really tired, but I have no choice but to resist to the end, because Master Liu Yunbo told me that the matter has not been resolved, and I still have to drive the last train of No. 13!

I touched the bracelet on my wrist, thinking that when I went to see Master Liu Yunbo in half a month, I must beg him to think of a way, no matter what, I would also leave this company.

I really don't know, Liu Sheng, who I often see on weekdays, and whether they are people or ghosts are fat people, I don't believe anyone anymore.

After dawn, I plucked up my courage and went to Lao Wu's office, where Lao Wu sat on a chair as usual, leisurely drinking tea and listening to the radio.

Lao Wu didn't have any unusual expression when he saw me, which made me breathe a sigh of relief, and I was sure that he didn't see me last night.

When Lao Wu saw me come in, he turned off the radio and said with a smile:

"What's Xiao Li, don't worry about your business? In a hurry, my information is ready, and I will go to the city to report to the external driver in a while."

I shook my head and said, "No need Angkor, I'll keep driving this car first, and I'll talk about it later."

Lao Wu looked puzzled and was about to speak, when the doorman knocked on the door and came in, and said to me:

"Xiao Li, there is someone looking for you at the door, I've been waiting for a long time"

I didn't want to talk to Lao Wu much, so I just slipped away directly through this stubble.

As I walked towards the gate, I kept thinking about last night, the dead cat, the fishy smell, and the locked archives.

When I came to the gate, I looked out indifferently and immediately became refreshed.

It was the old lady who came to me who took my car on the first night and left the vegetable basket!