Zhuang Zhou walked out of the thirty-meter passage unharmed, but he was still a little frightened, the original plan was to walk the entire passage in fifty steps, and finally silently counted that it only took forty steps.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, he let out a long sigh, and his scalp was no longer numb.

He glanced back at the passage, and in that instant, all the lights in the passage were extinguished, including all the lights at the entrance at the end.

Looking at the black and slimy passage behind him, like a monster with its mouth open, Zhuang Zhou's expression couldn't help but become in a trance.

Then, he couldn't help but shiver and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Only then did he whisper in confusion: "This passage is obviously in the high-speed rail station, and it is next to the toilet and the pedestrian main aisle, why is there no one else except myself?" ”

"And why do you always feel like you're in danger, isn't that old ghost playing with me?"

"Don't worry about it for now, go see who the old voice is, and beat him up after we meet."

From memory, the old man's voice prompted: "After going up to the second floor, go to the right, pass the bathroom after fifty meters, turn left, go straight for thirty meters, then turn left, go straight for twenty-five meters, then turn left, and ten meters later there is a room with glass double doors." ”

Zhuang Zhou has no other skills, but his memory is super good.

He looked ahead, and it was a passage that ran in opposite directions, one to the left and one to the right.

Zhuang Zhou walked quickly to the left.

It's only ten steps away, and it's really a left turn.

Zhuang Zhou stopped at the bend, his eyes staring at the silent twenty-five-meter passage in front of him.

The width of the passage is about two meters, the concrete floor, and the walls on both sides are undecorated, and it turns left at the end of 25 meters.

On the wall on the left, it should be the decoration worker who wrote crookedly with red paint on it: In the decoration, idlers stop!

On the wall on the right is a circle that is not very round, but inside the circle is a large infinity symbol: "∞".

At first glance, the infinity symbol ∞ look like a pair of eyes without eyeballs lying on a round face.

When the worker was painting, there was more paint on the brush, and it accidentally flowed down from both sides, like two lines of red tears, which looked very strange.

Zhuang Zhou saw the infinity symbol that kept appearing around him, and his head became bigger.

"∞ symbol, which means no boundaries in mathematics, infinite energy in theology, and infinite space and time in philosophy."

He secretly exclaimed: "The "∞" symbol on the wall, was it painted by the renovation workers? Do they also understand the meaning of this infinity symbol? But why do you have to circle it in a circle? ”

Zhuang Zhou kept guessing and pondering, but he didn't figure out a reason, so he couldn't help but laugh dumbly and laughed at himself: "Zhuang Zhou, you think too much, the decorator may just be just painting and playing at random." ”

He didn't stop at the infinity symbol anymore, but looked carefully at the short passage in front of him.

The passage is about 2.8 meters high, and the ceiling is simply hoisted with aluminum-plastic panels.

There are ten lights on the ceiling, but only two old-fashioned bulbs are on.

The dim lighting, and the two light bulbs flickering from time to time, seemed to deliberately create an eerie atmosphere for the passage.

Zhuang Zhou scolded in a low voice: "Fuck your uncle, I want to see what kind of demons and monsters you old ghost are trying to do!" ”

After scolding, he took a quick step and walked straight in.

Twenty-five meters is about thirty-five steps, but just after five steps, a light bulb on the ceiling above his head "snorts" non-stop.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but stop, and inadvertently raised his head to look at the sneering light bulb.

But the moment he raised his head, an explosion sounded.

Zhuang Zhou reflexively closed his eyes in a hurry, only to hear a few clanging sounds on his eyelids, a little numb.

He quickly lowered his head, feeling a tingling in his face, as if he had been scratched in several places by the fragments of the light bulb that had been flying everywhere after the explosion.

In an instant, the anger in Zhuang Zhou's heart poured out of his mouth like a mountain, and he roared loudly: "Fuck your uncle, your mother really wants to play me to death!" ”

Only then did he open his eyes, and saw that the concrete floor was full of fragments of light bulbs, large and small, angular and sharp.

Zhuang Zhou put the suitcase on the ground, touched his numb eyelids with one hand, but he was unharmed, and then wiped the stinging skin, his hands were already stained with red blood.

He couldn't help but scolded in annoyance: "It's really fucking unlucky, this bird light bulb didn't blow up sooner or later, but it exploded when I walked here, and it even hurt my face." ”

Looking at the wall on the left again, the blood-red words were reflected in his eyes: "In the renovation, idlers stop!" ”

Zhuang Zhou pondered: "Idlers stop? What are you trying to trick me into a place where idlers stop, you dead old man? ”

"Are these little tricks designed to play with me? Then he's too bored! ”

He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, wiped the blood stains off his face, and threw the bloody tissues on the concrete floor.

After picking up his suitcase, he continued his way down the passage.

He didn't dare to look up at the only light bulb that was left, and even though it was flickering on and off, it made a "snort" sound.

At this time, the brick mobile phone in his hand vibrated violently, which made Zhuang Zhou's palm a little numb.

His heart trembled, and he quickly opened the cover, only to see a dozen white words lit up on the black screen: "Swallow the bloody paper you threw on the concrete floor!" ”

Zhuang Zhou looked at these commanding words, and his tone was very domineering, and there was no doubt about it.

The tip of his heart trembled again, this time with anger.

Zhuang Zhou raised his head abruptly and shouted into the passage: "Swallowed? You old thing, isn't there something really wrong! ”

As soon as the sound landed, no sound was heard, but the palm of the hand vibrated violently again.

Zhuang Zhou looked down.

The white words on the black screen have become: "Boy, don't speak, you just do it, human blood can't enter the dish!" I'll explain it to you later. ”

"You old ------"

Zhuang Zhou still wanted to scold, but as soon as a few words appeared from his mouth, he couldn't help but close it again.

"No human blood can enter the vessel!"

He looked at the words on the black screen, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

muttered to himself: "That old thing, why do you want to say it so seriously? Is it ------ right, human blood is not allowed to enter the vessel! ”

"Human blood cannot enter the vessel, which means that human blood cannot be put in the vessel, but I am wiping it on a tissue, so what does it matter?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't figure out the meaning, but he still bent down to pick up the bloody pieces of paper and crumpled them into a ball.

I was about to throw it in my mouth, but I stopped halfway, glanced at the red blood paper, and suddenly remembered what happened in the bathroom.

"Nosebleeds------ yes, didn't I wipe the nosebleeds in the bathroom and throw them in the trash?"

"At that time, why didn't the old guy say he wanted to swallow it?"

"Damn, he's playing with me! Fortunately, I didn't rush to swallow it, otherwise it would have disgusted me. ”

As soon as Zhuang Zhou thought of this, the brick mobile phone in his hand vibrated again.

He looked over, and there was no text on the black screen, but four color photos juxtaposed, pictures of himself cleaning up his nosebleed in the bathroom.

The first one is wiping a nosebleed.

The second is to throw the nosebleed paper on the sink.

The third is a pair of broad, thick hands taking those nosebleed papers from the sink.

When Zhuang Zhou saw those hands, he was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough, the last photo was the rough man Gui'an, who was putting Zhuang Zhou's nosebleed papers into his pants pocket.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help scolding: "I'll go, Gui'an actually accepted the paper I wiped my nosebleed." ”

Then, he muttered in confusion: "What is he doing with all those bloody papers?" It's still in his pocket, does he have a habit of collecting other people's blood stains, isn't this a pervert? ”

Zhuang Zhou was puzzled, so he easily put the bloody paper ball into the pocket of his suit.

And at this moment, the brick mobile phone in his hand vibrated again.