I'll let you eat and eat, now I understand the pain of being a foodie.

Look at the fart-stock-meat, the bulge is almost catching up with his two bellyes, and there is a ghost if he doesn't get stuck.

The corners of my mouth twitched, my head was full of black lines, and I regretted that I came with this goods, and I might as well let him sleep in the staff dormitory if I knew it.

There is no way, now that the matter has come to this, I can only turn it out again and pull and lift, so I almost beat him in with my foot.

Fortunately, this product is still very important, knowing that we are acting in secret now, and the card is not snorting, this time it is a man.

Therefore, this small accident did not alarm the two figures in the room on the second floor.

After leaving the storeroom, we quietly came to the corridor outside, which was still dark and unlit.

Except for the office at the far right, which has an open door, the rest is closed.

Inside that door was the room where we had seen the figure through the curtains!

Woo~woo~~

Above the corridor, the empty room was still blowing wisps of wind, and it sounded like someone was whispering sadly, sobbing, and seeping people.

Every wisp of wind is icy and biting, and downstairs is simply two worlds, one south and one north.

After walking a short distance, I looked back and saw that in the darkest part of the corridor, I could see an old round window......

The round window is already in the style of 'out of print', but now the building is black and hollow, and at a glance, you can't see the scene behind the half-minute window.

I couldn't help but feel weird, as if I and Crispy Meat were now behind a black hole in the starry sky, which was extremely weird.

I felt it carefully, and the yin wind blowing around me was blowing from the ancient round window!

But tonight, the full moon is hanging high, and it is quite sultry, there is no night breeze at all, and this cold wind is obviously very wrong!

However, except for the fact that I am not used to cold stabbing and stabbing, now whether it is for me or the crispy meat, this yin wind will not cause any substantial harm.

Further on, the silence in the corridor was eerie and mysterious, with only the rustling footsteps of me and Crispy Meat being negligible, and the sound of falling needles around us.

It wasn't until less than five meters from the open room that I finally heard an intermittent creaking sound from inside, sounding like someone was eating and chewing.

From time to time, there is also a hissing sound mixed with the road, which seems to be the sound of turning the pages of paper.

The palms of the crispy meat were sweaty, and he looked at me nervously.

I raised my eyebrows, remembering the two figures torn together on the curtains, and the corpse rat that was eating evil ghosts on the first floor, your uncle, could it be that there were people in that room, or the corpses were 'eating each other', right?

We walked quite slowly all the way to keep our voices as quiet as possible, but the building was not a big building, and the corridor was naturally not very long, and it only took a minute to get to the door.

The dim light was still flickering, coming out through the door and outside, and the crispy meat couldn't help but be curious, so he poked half his head with me and looked inside.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it!

This Nima, we subconsciously give birth to an illusion, as if we have come to a spiritual hall somewhere!

As far as the eye can see, this room is densely packed with paper people!

There are all kinds of colors, and they are all colorful, just like in the paper man exhibition, almost all of them we can think of here.

At this moment, these paper people surrounded the inside of this office, three layers inside and three layers outside, and I couldn't even count how many there were for a while.

As in the hallway, in this office, there is a particularly strong cold and gloomy wind!

I knew that these winds were not illusions, and I could see from the fluttering, fluttering curtains, but the ghostly ones were ......

Those paper paste paper tied up, thin paper figures that should be vulnerable, were blown by such a violent wind, but they were motionless and not affected in the slightest!

It is like a heavy steel and iron man, standing in place, steady as a bell and sinking like a mountain.

And inside, between the dense paper tie people, there is a real person's back facing us sideways, and he is holding a paper tie man about the same size as him in his hand, and he is sticking ......

The mouth of the crispy meat was open enough to stuff an egg, and he pointed to the back and looked at me in dismay, and it was very difficult to compare a few actions to eat with vegetables.

I understood what he meant, I had seen it the moment I saw this back just now, this is Xia Qingyang, the director of the processing plant we met in the canteen at dinner!

That's right, his body shape is very distinctive, it's really him!

At present, the only difference is that the director of the factory is no longer in a suit and leather shoes at that time, but wearing a gray and black shroud, and a pair of linen shoes under his feet, and two identical gossip patterns are tattooed on the back of the shoes.

Depend on!

Dare to love the waste downstairs, the two figures we saw from the curtain are Xia Qingyang and the paper figure in his hand, no wonder the two sides are entangled, it turns out that they are not fighting, 'eating each other'!

Obviously, Xia Qingyang didn't notice our arrival.

He was still concentrating, continuing to toss his paper figures, and it didn't take long for him to basically finish, he picked up the pen and drew his facial features on the paper face.

After a while, a three-eyed face that was quite similar to Erlang God Yang Jian was revealed......

Not only can't I figure it out, but even I looked at him face to face, what kind of flying plane is this living corpse Xia Qingyang doing?

Looking at Xia Qingyang's skillful technique, God knows how many paper figures he has made over the years, and the techniques of painting and copying are also vivid, lifelike, reasonable, and much more 'vivid' than the paper figures in the sacrificial shop in the mourning hall that I have seen.

Even...... At the moment when Xia Qingyang slowly put down the paper figure, I vaguely saw with the crispy meat that the third eye between the forehead of the freshly baked paper man actually opened and blinked!

Xia Qingyang had already raised his head, but he didn't see this scene.

The paper man blinked for the third time, and it was estimated that it was also us, and just when my face sank and I thought it was about to be exposed, it seemed to have a strong struggle in its expression!

That eye locked on us, and for some reason, it seemed like it was ...... Cry out to us for help!

(End of chapter)

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