Yan Kuan groped for the lower position, pointed the camera at the two people in the room, and pressed the record button Yan Kuan's heart was happy, and sure enough, it was Feng Li, the personnel director.

Things became much clearer all of a sudden, Yan Kuan's heart was full of contempt, and he Sun Xiang was embarrassed to say that he relied on the old and sold the old, a guy who relied on women to take the position.

No wonder there are always various threatening scenes in TV series, it would be nice if the two of them could be filmed more excitingly, Yan Kuan's heart was full of longing for the aftermath.

And things seem to be moving towards the script in his heart, the two enthusiastic people are like a couple stealing fish, and the dry wood is uncontrollable when it encounters a fire.

Yan Kuan picked up the phone with satisfaction, and did not rush in, although part of the factor was to save some face for the two, but more worry, it was better to keep a backup first.

When he went out, he hummed a small tune, and I don't know if it was because of eating or because of the cool breeze, Yan Kuan's stomach kept aching, and he ran to the bathroom before his brows were relaxed, and the video was backed up in various encrypted software.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, the sound of leather shoes.

Sun Xiang? It seems that the two of them are finished, Yan Kuan snickered in his heart.

The footsteps got closer and closer, until they stopped at the door of the toilet cubicle, and Yan Kuan could even see the shadows under the light through the empty space below.

They are the only company on the entire floor, and only Sun Xiang is the only one who can enter the men's toilet besides him.

Sun Xiang's snort was very heavy, and he could hear it clearly through the door, only to hear the door next door being opened, and then there was a rustling sound, which sounded like he had been tearing toilet paper.

The more Yan Kuan listened, the more annoyed he became, and when he heard this kind of noise when he had a stomachache, he wanted to get angry for no reason, he didn't want him to know that there was someone next door, but now Yan Kuan couldn't care so much, and let out a muffled snort.

The sound of rustling next door suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

Sure enough, it was Sun Xiang.

"It's me, team leader." Yan Kuan responded.

The next door was quiet for a while before Sun Xiang's voice came: "You... Aren't you gone? ”

There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

It's strange if you're not nervous, Yan Kuan sneered in his heart, but he didn't poke it: "I just went out to eat, and suddenly I came back to the toilet with a stomachache." ”

"Oh." Sun Xiang seemed relieved.

"It's all this time, and the team leader is still busy with work?" Yan Kuan teased.

"Well, at the end of the year, I can't explain to the boss if the work at hand is not completed, but you Brother Yan, will you continue to work overtime later?"

Brother Yan? It's been a long time, this kid is really empty-hearted.

"Hmm... You know, I live alone, so it's okay to go back later, so I'll go down to the office and sit down, and by the way, I'd like to talk to you about what just happened. ”

"What just happened?"

Although the voices of the two of them were not small, they could not hide the subtle friction in the cubicle.

What kind of fetish does this Sun Xiang have!

Yan Kuan frowned: "The team leader is really a noble person, about the unpleasantness of the work arrangement, I think we should talk about it, so as not to be detrimental to the progress of the work." ”

Sun Xiang was silent for a moment before continuing: "Is there anything that can't be talked about here?" ”

Neuropathy.

Yan Kuan stopped talking, put on his pants and walked out first, there was an inexplicable disgusting smell in the toilet, like... The smell of blood.

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I almost bumped into Feng Li.

Yan Kuan stretched out his hands upward: "I'm sorry." ”

Feng Liyan smiled: "Don't go home so late, wait for your team leader?" ”

"Well, we have something to talk about, aren't you leaving?"

"Coincidentally, I have something to do with him."

The little bit of between men and women, Yan Kuan added a sentence for her in his heart.

Just separated and so impatient?

Imagining Feng Li's black leggings-smooth thighs under the pants, Yan Kuan licked his lips, not to mention, Feng Li really had some charm when she smiled.

"Then I'll wait for him in the office, lady first."

Feng Li leaned against the wall and waved her hand gently.

Yan Kuan's buttocks were not hot on the chair when he received a text message, which turned out to be sent by Sun Xiang.

I just chatted a few words in the toilet, why did I send another text message?

Sun Xiang: Yan Kuan, I didn't quarrel with you before I gave you enough face today, and I gave you the last chance to go down the stairs, I hope you can take a good look at your own problems, and then go into the house to communicate with me.

Entering the house? Neuropathy!

Why do you look like you're on top and looking for your own problems? What's wrong with Lao Tzu!

It's you, it's a big problem.

Yan Kuan couldn't wait to open the recorded video.

The eyes are still the smooth thighs, and the two of them hugging each other and grinding their ears and temples.

The lust in Yan Kuan's heart was completely ignited, if he blackmailed Feng Li again, could it be like this...

Suddenly, a touch of red in the picture slowly slipped down Feng Li's leg.

What is that, blood?

Yan Kuan brought the phone closer and looked at it more carefully.

The two are getting closer and closer, through the glass on the door, the video has some reflections, and some details are not very real.

But more and more red flowed up and down Feng Li's thighs.

The astonishing dark red stained her thighs blood-red.

Feng Li's body is still stirring, but in Yan Kuan's eyes, this is no longer simply caused by the excitement between men and women, but more like... Struggle?

Zizizizi.

The fluorescent lamp overhead flickered a few times, flickering on and off.

This place is not far from the bathroom, and Yan Kuan's seat is just facing the door, Feng Li's shadow in the corridor is faintly visible, the black shadow is motionless, and the silence is terrifying.

"Why is it so much like the plot of a ghost movie."

Yan Kuan felt a chill down his spine, and the plots in the ghost movies he watched on weekdays came to him, and he was frightened by his own thoughts.

Yan Kuanqiang held back his fear, no matter what, he still wanted to watch the video.

The focus shifted upwards, and he wanted to figure out where the puddle of red was coming from.

Even the eldest aunt can't have this kind of bloody sense of déjà vu.

As the video played, the heads of the two gradually appeared, and Yan Kuan knew that at that time, he was afraid that the two faces would not be clear, so he deliberately adjusted the lower angle.

The phone's autofocus took only two seconds.

Yan Kuan saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

Feng Li's face was full of horror, and a fruit knife was stuck in her throat, and the spilled blood continued to flow down her clothes.

And Sun Xiang held the handle of the knife with one hand, and covered Feng Li's mouth with the other, afraid that she would make a sound.

All of Feng Li's actions are not to please, but to struggle! The struggle to exhaust the last shred of life!

Until the pupils dilate and the eyes gradually dilate.

Kill... Killed?

Yan Kuan's breath trembled, and Sun Xiang killed Feng Li.

He put down his phone, and the figure at the door was still there.

Yan Kuan looked straight at the door, and thought of a more serious problem in hindsight.

If Feng Li died, who was the person at the door of the toilet?

Every detail of the two meeting at the door surfaced in his mind, and Yan Kuan's brain cells were released enough under the nervous mood, and he clearly remembered Feng Li's dress and voice and smile, that person was Feng Li.

Bang.

Yan Kuan was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his chair.

It's the voice in the phone.

The video continued to play, and thick hair suddenly appeared in front of the camera, and despite the door, Feng Li's dead eyes still made Yan Kuan extremely frightened through the screen.

Did you have this image during the shooting?

Yan Kuan pinched his cheek a little unconfidently, and the pain made him sigh, it was not a dream.

He was a little skeptical that something was wrong with his memory.

But at the moment, none of this is important, the most important thing is what happened to Feng Li at the door!

And Sun Xiang's time in the toilet is too long, and these two people are full of weirdness.

Yan Kuan staggered to his feet with courage.

His eyes swept to Sun Xiang's room, Sun Xiang's door was locked, and Feng Li's body was not seen in front of the door, thinking that the body was hidden by him.

Now there is no way to stalemate, and if you leave the unit, you have to pass by that Feng Li's side, and Yan Kuan wants to die.

After weighing it in his heart, he still trembled and shouted: "Feng Li! ”

Shouts echoed through the empty office.

The dark shadow reflected in the doorway seemed to have a movement to turn back.

"Huh?"

She answered.

"You... Hasn't Sun Xiang come out yet? ”

"No, he looks like he's wiping something."

"Wipe something?" Yan Kuan recalled the squirming voice, could it be that Sun Xiang went to the bathroom to wipe the blood stains off his body?

"Forget it, I'm not waiting for him here, I might as well come to the office and have a coffee with you." The silhouette of the black shadow grew larger.

Yan Kuan's brain was suddenly hit by the cold.

Until Feng Li's figure was completely exposed to his field of vision.

The excessive nervousness made Yan Kuan feel sick to his stomach.

There have always been some taboos among the people in China, and those who die unexpectedly must not look at each other, and their words must be cautious and elegant.

He didn't dare to look up at Feng Li, he was afraid of seeing things that he shouldn't see, and he didn't know how to die.

"Heh, we are old colleagues, why, you Yan Kuan didn't even dare to raise his head when he saw me today?"

Yan Kuan bit his chapped lip, lowered his head, and remained silent.

The woman's dead eyes and the look of struggling to the death still linger in front of her.

Yan Kuan held on to the table and walked forward with difficulty, his legs were not ordinarily soft.

"What's this play?" Feng Li asked angrily and funny.

“WC。”

"Haha, you can't hold back, right? But you really have your strictness. ”

Yan Kuan didn't dare to reply to the first half of the sentence, it was better to stay with the murderer than to be in the same room with her.

When he walked past Feng Li, his heart jumped to his throat.

A gust of incense blew in, and the two staggered by.

Yan Kuan's breath exhaled for more than ten seconds, he just wanted to leave the office immediately, what overtime and what to talk about, work is a fart compared to this matter, as long as he can return home safely today, he will not come to work tomorrow after beating him.

Yan Kuan couldn't stop praying in his heart, and when he walked to the door, he breathed a big sigh of relief.

The sound of the toilet flushing can be heard in the toilet.

Oh no, Sun Xiang is coming out!

If you run into each other head-on, you can't be sure what will happen.

Yan Kuan leaned against the wall and walked forward desperately, but these two legs seemed to have not recovered, no different from the toddler old man.

"Nima move!" Yan Kuan roared inwardly and pinched his thighs hard.

Creak.

The sound of clattering leather shoes came from far and near.