Zhang Jian had already realized what was going on with Ge Xiaojun and Wang Xin just now.

As soon as he reacted, he rushed to close the door of the monitoring room.

Closed the door, locked it, leaned against the door, Zhang Jian felt a sense of collapse.

He touched his body to make sure he was intact, but he was even more alarmed.

Zhang Jian stood like this for a while, feeling the vibration of the door panel and doorknob, and then woke up suddenly.

Someone outside tried to open the door, twisted the doorknob several times, but couldn't open the door, so they knocked on the door and shouted.

"Zhang Jian, what are you doing!"

It's the voice of a colleague.

Zhang Jianxin came down and was about to open the door, but suddenly thought of something.

"Zhang Jian, what are you doing? Open the door! ”

The people outside the door were still shouting, and the twisting of the handle became intense.

Zhang Jian took a step back and stared at the door in horror.

He didn't think it was right.

Voices of colleagues...... Is that really the voice of a colleague?

"Open the door! Zhang Jian, are you in it? ”

Zhang Jian touched his pocket, only to realize that he had been holding the phone in his hand. He hurriedly opened the address book, found his colleague's phone number, and dialed it.

The phone rang a few times, and a mobile phone rang outside the door.

The moment the bell was cut off, the phone was connected.

But neither person on either end of the line spoke.

"Hello?" Zhang Jian trembled and let out a sound.

"Zhang Jian? Where are you now? The colleague's voice also trembled a little.

"Where are you?" Zhang Jian did not answer the rhetorical question.

"I'm in the monitoring room...... Are you in the monitoring room? How did the monitoring room lock? Are you in there? The colleague was crying, and he didn't have the usual posture of a big man at all.

Zhang Jian looked at the monitoring screen next to him, hurriedly pressed a few times on the console, and chose the monitoring that could see the corridor in the monitoring room. A colleague appeared on the screen, looking at it, he was also on the phone.

Zhang Jian made a false alarm, "I'll open the door for you now." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two figures appear on the screen.

Wang Xin and Ge Xiaojun walked over from both ends of the corridor.

Zhang Jian's steps stopped.

"What are you doing kid? Open the door for me! The colleague became angry and didn't seem to notice the two extra people in the hallway.

Zhang Jian's breathing was heavier, and because of fear, the breathing sound was shaking.

"What's wrong with you?" The colleague immediately asked, "Don't be scary!" ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he shut up.

Zhang Jian saw the colleague on the screen slowly turn his head and look left and right.

My colleague noticed something from the first time he saw Wang Xin and Ge Xiaojun. He hurriedly banged on the door and shouted with his phone in his hand.

"open the door for me! Zhang Jian! Open the door! Open the door! Yes! ”

The two figures were already extremely close, almost clinging to their colleagues.

Zhang Jian covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound, his eyes were staring at the monitoring screen, and he listened to the sound coming from the mobile phone and the door in his ears.

After a brief stalemate, nothing terrible happened.

Wang Xin and Ge Xiaojun didn't hurt anyone, but just gathered at the door of the monitoring room.

The door panel and doorknob kept vibrating, and unlike the movement made by their colleagues just now, the two of them were like thieves, ready to break into the empty door, unscrupulous and concentrated.

Zhang Jian saw his colleague get out of between the two and run out of the corridor quickly.

The phone was hung up.

In the monitoring room, there was only the sound of Zhang Jian's breathing and the movement of the door panel.

"They don't kill...... They don't kill people......" Zhang Jian comforted himself, but he couldn't relax.

His phone vibrated suddenly, and there was a message tone.

Outside the door, two similar voices were heard.

Zhang Jian looked at his mobile phone, and it was an inquiry sent by Feng Donghua.

Zhang Jian grabbed a life-saving straw like a man who fell into the water, and hurriedly dialed Feng Donghua's call.

"Brother Feng! Help me! The two of them are possessed by demons! The two of them are outside the door now, and they want to come in! Zhang Jian cried loudly.

Feng Donghua was taken aback, stunned for a while, and then asked, "What?" Who? Be...... Wang Xin: Them? ”

"That's them! It's out there now! What am I going to do? What am I going to do? Zhang Jian was already panicking.

Click!

There was a soft sound, as if it hit Zhang Jian's nerves.

He stopped shouting and looked at the only door in the room.

The door was opened.

The door shaft made a soft, long sound.

The hallway lights are on, so you can see the two people standing in the doorway.

The faces of the two men were expressionless, and their skin was an eerie blue-black. Their eyes glazed over, and they didn't blink a bit.

The two of them didn't look at Zhang Jian, and walked in step by step.

Zhang Jian avoided them, sticking to the wall and circling around.

He looked at the two people who were studying the surveillance with their backs to him, almost rubbing against the wall, and slipped out.

As soon as he left the monitoring room, he ran up, and looked back from time to time to make sure that no one was chasing.

"Zhang Jian? Zhang Jian? Feng Donghua shouted cautiously from the mobile phone in his hand.

Zhang Jian gasped and slipped out of the door that had opened a crack.

This slit was probably opened when my colleague ran out just now.

Standing on the road at night, Zhang Jian could see the scattered pedestrians outside, but he did not see his colleagues.

He didn't think much about it, he chose a random direction and ran first.

Unconsciously ran to the street where there was no one, Zhang Jiancai leaned against the wall with difficulty and slid to the ground.

The call is still ongoing.

Zhang Jian looked at his phone and made a voice with difficulty.

"Are you alright?" Feng Donghua asked tentatively.

"I ran out......" Zhang Jian could only reply.

Both of them fell silent, and Zhang Jian was still adjusting his breathing.

He sat for a while, suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at the intersection not far away.

Under the street lamps, there is the flickering of firelight, and the smell of burning paper money when going to the grave fills the air.

Zhang Jian seemed to have been grabbed by an invisible hand by his neck, lifted his head, and unconsciously stretched his neck to look over.

Under the street lamp, in addition to the firelight, there were two figures, one standing and one squatting. There is also a cardboard box.

The young man standing was turning his head to look at him. The old man who was squatting didn't seem to notice him, and was still burning paper. In the air, in addition to the smell of burning paper money, there was also the whispering of the old man, which could not be heard clearly, but it was surrounded by his ears.

Zhang Jian was so frightened that he sat on the ground and crawled back, his feet were so soft that he couldn't stand up at all, and his mobile phone fell to the ground and hung up the phone automatically.

"It looks like a security guard in a building."

The young man's voice came clearly.

Zhang Jian almost screamed and ran away.

It's just that he really didn't have the strength, so he crawled on the ground for a long time, but he didn't climb out of this road.

Footsteps came from behind him, gradually getting louder.

"Are you alright, young man?" The old man's kind voice sounded overhead.

Zhang Jian didn't feel warm, but shrank into a ball in fright.

"Ahem. You may have misunderstood, our company is just a very ordinary small company, and it has nothing to do with those strange things. We live in this neighborhood, and we are just looking for a place to burn some paper money for our deceased loved ones. Li Yun patiently explained.

Zhang Jian shivered, nervously peeking at the two people.

He saw the natural expressions of the two people, and also saw their shadows under the street lamp.

It seems like...... Like a living person?

Li Yun stretched out his hand towards Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian tentatively put his hand on it.

Hot!

Li Yun's hands are hot!

Zhang Jian really relaxed at this time, but he also fell to the ground limply, still unable to stand up.

"You don't matter, do you?" Li Yun couldn't pull Zhang Jian up all of a sudden, so he could only bend down and ask.

Zhang Jian shook his head weakly, "I...... I am...... Ran into a ghost......"