"Pedal pedal pedal blah."

The sound of brisk footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, and a man and a woman walked upstairs along the rightmost safe passage, their eyes constantly looking around.

"Are you sure it's here?" The sleek and sophisticated appearance is no longer there, and now Zhou Dasheng's voice is low and hoarse, and his eyes are as sharp as blades.

Walking beside him was naturally his partner, Wu Lan.

Meantime...... The two are also lovers.

Different from the bright lights and flowers that men and women have long been accustomed to today, the two met and fell in love in the muddy mire of the Southeast Asian rainforest.

There was a rain of bullets and snakes and ants.

The white maggots that crawled out of the dead man's eye sockets fell into the mud and rolled, staining their fat bodies.

Both are mercenaries.

Whoever pays more money will work for whomever he wants.

Whether it's a regular army, a rebel army, a large or small warlord, a religious leader, a tribal leader...... are their employers, as well as their goals.

In the low, damp, and foul-smelling anti-artillery hole like a quagmire, the two agreed to stop if they earned enough 2 million, and then returned to their hometown town to open a small supermarket.

Live a peaceful and secure life.

But......

2 million, 3 million, 4 million......

As they became more skilled in their abilities and cooperation, they made a name for themselves in this industry.

Employers love people like that.

They are silent, cold-blooded and efficient, whether it is the soldiers who have laid down their arms, or the old people and children who have been coerced, they will not survive.

The corpses were buried in the mud, blood spilled in the dense forest.

Just wait for a heavy rain.

Heavy rain washes away all traces, even sins.

This also solves the worries of employers.

Gradually, the two have long forgotten their previous agreement, and they bloom in the killing, and the tail flames of the bullets fired at night draw a beautiful streamline......

Human life is like mustard.

Only then can the two be completely quiet.

Under the giant tree where several people were hugging, the two snuggled together, sniffing the strong smell of blood and gunpowder that had not yet dissipated in the air.

Shrapnel littered corpses were everywhere, blood dripping down the tips of the leaves, dripping like a light rain......

Near the horizon, the remnants of the sun are like blood.

It wasn't until this moment that they finally understood.

Originally...... They don't just want money, but a moment of satisfaction after this extreme madness.

But...... People's hearts are like a ravine.

This is not enough.

Until they were asleep, pushing open a strange door.

"Are you sure the archives are here?" Zhou Dasheng frowned and asked for the second time.

The mercenary career has given him a strong sense of perception, and it has also made his personality more and more paranoid.

"It should be right," Wu Lan looked left and right, the doors near here were locked, and it really didn't look like someone came often, she continued as if confirmed: "I asked Teacher Ma, and she told me after using a lot of words. ”

Zhou Dasheng tilted his head and asked, "Will there be a problem with that Teacher Ma?" ”

Wu Lan thought for a while and shook his head, "I don't know, but be careful." ”

She reached out and took out her mobile phone, looked at the time on it, and urged: "Move faster, I'm afraid that Zhen Jian won't be able to drag on for long, save the time and recruit the students and teachers over......"

A fierce light flashed in Zhou Dasheng's eyes, "If they dare to come, they can only blame their fate!" ”

"Try not to kill again," Wu Lan's face became not very good, he turned his head, and his tone became serious, "Don't forget, there are rules here." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Just as the two of them had turned a corner, a strange room appeared in front of them.

From the outside, the room occupies the size of three or four ordinary rooms, but the door is very strange, it is a relatively new alloy security door.

It seems that it has just been changed for less than half a year.

You know, many of the other rooms in the hallway on this floor have rusted locks.

At the same time, the faces of the two changed.

After a while, Zhou Dasheng said with a cold face: "Do you smell it?" ”

Wu Lan nodded, looking at the door of the room, her expression was slightly unnatural, "It's the smell of blood." ”

Inside...... It seems that there is a situation.

Zhou Dasheng blocked Wu Lan behind him, and went to pull the doorknob of the security door with his left hand, and with a flip of his right wrist, a dagger glowing with cold light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The two have cooperated tacitly for many years, and Wu Lan habitually helps him protect his back.

The moment the door was opened, Zhou Dasheng immediately retreated.

"Crunch—"

There was a screeching sound of grinding on the doorshaft, but there was no danger.

The moment the door opened, the pungent smell of blood hit my face.

There was a person lying on his stomach next to the wall inside, with his head facing outwards and his feet rushing inward, and he was undoubtedly dressed as Li San.

"Sure enough, it's him......"

Wu Lan said coldly, but there was no expression of surprise on her face.

Just like Su Zhiyuan, she also saw that there was something wrong with Li San, and not long ago when she was in a meeting in 444, she noticed that the camera that should have been kept by Su Zhiyuan was missing.

She searched quietly, and finally took advantage of the squatting to tie her shoes, and found the camera hidden under the bed.

Externally, the lens faintly reflects a glimmer of light.

Su Zhiyuan sat on the edge of the bed, covering it with his legs, intentionally or unintentionally.

Almost at the same time, Wu Lan's eyebrows frowned, and she thought of the reason why Su Zhiyuan did this.

...... of them I'm afraid I'm mixed in with ghosts.

This also explains why the closer to the end of the mission, the faster people die, and even the ghosts disappear for no reason.

She fastened her shoelaces and sat back down, her expression natural and completely silent.

Who will it be?

She thought in her head.

The first thing to exclude is Su Zhiyuan, and then Xiaobao can also be excluded.

If Xiaobao was a ghost, Su Zhiyuan would not have had to gather everyone together to engage in this wave of temptation, it is estimated that he would have slipped away a long time ago.

Of course, it could also be dead.

Then the three people on his side should also be excluded, because the three have never been separated, and the ghost has no chance to replace him after killing.

The rest ...... There were only two of them.

Wu Lan's gaze looked at Zhen Jian and Li San as if they were nothing.

But no matter how she looked, she couldn't see anything, and the behavior of the two was reasonable and flawless.

When Li San heard the analysis ghost, he even had a faint fear in his eyes.

Wu Lan had an idea, and suddenly looked at Zhang Mengmeng's position.

The latter's perception was also quite terrifying, and after a few seconds, he noticed Wu Lan's gaze.

The eyes of the two only touched for a moment, and then they moved away without a trace.

After leaving room 444, Wu Lan and his party returned to room 446.

When sorting out her belongings, Wu Lan noticed that there was a light on Zhang Mengmeng's hand, but when she looked at it again, there was nothing left in her hand.

She walked over without a trace, lowered her head, put it on the side of Zhang Mengmeng's ear, and whispered: "The mirror in your hand can reflect ghosts, I saw you use it yesterday." ”

Zhang Mengmeng's hands were tidying things up.

In the next second, Wu Lan continued: "Now...... The ghost has already mixed in. ”