In the corridor between the buildings, the cold and simple business style makes people feel happy.

Sang Ziqing raised his head and sniffed in the air with his nose.

The faint smell of blood, but the source is always unclear.

Odd!

The medicine in the black book has been consumed, and if it continues like this, it will not be able to resist the headache.

He took the black-sealed book and gently patted the door of his head: "You have to hurry up and find the medicine guide!" ”

"So, where are the cuties?"

Sang Ziqing stepped on strange dance steps that were unfamiliar, wandering uneasily in the corridors, still unable to find the source of the smell of blood.

At the elevator in the middle of the floor, there was a "ding" sound.

It's just that no one walked out.

The wiring in the elevator is a little poorly contacted, and the pale lights flicker frequently.

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded in the building, which was full of overtime dogs' resentment.

Sang Ziqing looked up and stared at the ceiling decorated with light lines.

On the eighteenth floor, the door of the general manager's office was wide open, and Liu Ying curled up in the corner of the wall in horror, wearing the black silk of the workplace, and beside her legs, there were messy and scattered documents.

Her hands were weakly spread, and her right hand desperately tried to grab the phone, but her lost fingers couldn't hook it.

On the other end of the phone, there was an urgent inquiry:

"Hello, what's going on? Hello··· Hello..."

Liu Qing opened his mouth, panting like an oxygen-deficient fish.

"Death... Dead man... Dead man..."

Her tone was prostration, repeating a few words over and over again.

"Location! Place! ”

“···”

"Stay in touch!"

The other end of the phone was still desperately trying to communicate, and after a few thirty seconds, there was no movement.

Opposite Liu Ying, Yang Tianfu, who was lying on a leather swivel chair, opened his mouth wide, staring at the white chandelier on the ceiling with empty eyes.

The bark-like skin drooped downward, curling up layer after layer of disgusting furrows.

His hands hung down weakly, and a pair of silver-gray scissors fell to the ground.

Liu Ying picked up her head, crawled on the ground, and tried her best to deploy her trembling body and crawl towards the door.

Suddenly, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of him.

She looked up and saw that standing opposite was the young man who had just gone crazy downstairs.

The sudden joy instantly swept away the fear in my heart.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Liu Ying rushed forward to hug Sang Ziqing.

"Dead... Dead... He's dead! ”

Sang Ziqing re-placed the woman in his arms back into the corner and patted her on the shoulder:

"Calm down, ma'am. Now tell me what happened? ”

Ordinary death does not produce such a flustering fear.

She must have noticed something else.

"And... It's different from the touch of people.,Touch... It's like wet heavy clothes..."

The touch of just a few seconds made Liu Ying feel that her hands were unbearably hot, as if there were countless small insects crawling on them.

I can't wait to cut it down.

"Wonderful parables..."

Sang Ziqing praised and walked towards Yang Tianfu's corpse.

Suddenly, the corpse that should have been dead moved, fell from the transfer, and crawled forward in a frenzy.

Seeing this, Sang Ziqing immediately gave Yang Tianfu a way to go.

"Be happy, ma'am, he's not dead."

Liu Ying saw something abnormal, and only felt that her whole body was full of bone marrow, and the world was spinning.

Her eyes darkened and she fainted.

The corpse-like creature was still crawling desperately, scurrying around like headless flies.

He came out of his mouth with a spitting moan, and finally stopped in front of the guest's coffee table and knocked over the fruit on it.

"I think he's dead right now."

Sang Ziqing half-squatted down and reached out to caress the old man's skin.

It is indeed devoid of normal human touch, and the description of a faint woman is very apt.

The skin rubbed on the ground during the crawling process was stacked like a mille-feuille.

The whole torso feels like a kind of water spirit that is beyond the age of flowers.

This feeling of permeability does not come from rough and dry skin, but more from the inside of the body.

Liu Ying's screams soon attracted a lot of onlookers.

They chattered and barricaded in front of the door.

The few in the front row all widened their eyes and covered their mouths, and the short ones were squeezed on the periphery, tiptoeing, jumping a few times from time to time, and their faces were full of irritation.

"Dead man..."

"Who? Mr. Yang? ”

"Sudden death?"

"What kind of, you didn't die suddenly, how did he die suddenly? It may be that the play is high, and the body does not stand it. ”

···

A few cynicisms suddenly came from the gossip.

Gradually, the silent and cold atmosphere was heated by countless jokes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before the countermeasures bureau comes, take the trouble to save the scene, this young man, your feet have indeed crossed the line."

Sang Ziqing patted his hand and motioned for a few people to step back.

A man blocking the doorway retracted his feet.

"Countermeasures Bureau? Shouldn't the police be in charge of the deaths? ”

"Who is this man? Isn't it a new guy from the legal department? ”

······

"As I said earlier, some unadorned tenderness always seems to be weak!"

Sang Ziqing touched his hand behind him and took out a pistol with a metallic texture.

"Now let's have a good talk!"

He turned his gun on the crowd.

The eerie black pipes seem to have an indescribable magic.

In a moment, more than half of the crowd was gone.

Only a few young men looked back from time to time, holding up their mobile phones to record videos, and occasionally a few curses full of the essence of language came out of their mouths.

"Hey, man, when will I be as tough as you, you're like a male god with a lot of muscles, and you always make people scream!"

Sang Ziqing stroked the still warm body of the gun, pointed the muzzle of the gun to his mouth, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Click".

Then came the mad laughter.

"You're so secure, girls are going to love staying with you! Hahaha! ”

Sang Ziqing put the gun away, and a few teeth were slightly loose.

Then there was a commotion in the staircase.

Alarm bells rang along with the call to evacuate the crowd.

Three men in black combat uniforms broke in at once and aimed the standard firearms in their hands at Sang Ziqing.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then put away their guns and stood up straight.

One of them leaned forward and said:

"Doctor Sang, where have you been in the past six months? The eighteen-year-old Ning team is going crazy looking for you! ”

"Also, the twenty-seven-year-old Ning team is dissatisfied with the frequent reviews, and threatens to kill you after finding you!"

"Also, yes, I heard that you joined some terrible evil organization, and the twenty-two-year-old Ning team resolutely joined it, and now he is a high-level cadre! Team Ning didn't even have a chance to recover her! ”

Sang Ziqing was silent for a moment, then grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him to the corpse.

"Have you ever seen this kind of death before?"

The man's brows furrowed: "It looks like an ordinary way to die, sudden death?" ”

"No, look at the skin under him, it's wrinkled like the durian mille-feuille I just ate. I need a knife, what about my knife? Sang Ziqing chased after him and turned around again and again.

The man with the gun couldn't help but swallow a few times in a row