The cicada suddenly stopped chirping.
Chen Yang's hands trembled slightly as he folded the milk tablet wrapper. He quickly put the paper into Chao Jian's arms, strode out from under the old locust tree, and looked at the residential building in front of him with a serious expression.
When the cicadas chirped, Wu Qing was not dead, he came out alive. Now the cicadas are not chirping anymore.
Chen Yang stared at the entrance of the residential building, and a few short and dull breaths came out of his throat. Something might have happened to Yang Pei.
The others sitting in the open space not far away also realized what was happening and they all stood up.
When the cicadas chirp, they find it noisy and annoying. But when they stop chirping, everyone feels that the surroundings are too quiet, as quiet as a tomb.
"Bang!"
There was a noise from the tricycle, and the middle-aged courier dropped the third package, causing dust to fly.
Everyone's expression changed. They drew a signal from the middle-aged courier's behavior that Yang Pei would not come out.
Wu Qing sat on the ground in a daze.
Zhou Yuanfei squatted down and whispered, "Uncle, are you hiding something?"
Wu Qing said in injustice: "No." He looked up at the others, "I didn't hide anything. I told you everything I saw and heard."
"Then why were you able to come out, but Yang Pei died?" Zhou Yuanfei pressed Wu Qing's shoulder.
Wu Qing grabbed the dirt with both hands and shook his head blankly: "I don't know."
He had only seen the ghost that went up and down the stairs, and that ghost didn't harm anyone, so he was fine. He hadn't encountered a ghost that harmed people, but Yang Pei had...
"I really don't know why it happened like that." Wu Qing choked with tears streaming down his face.
Zhou Yuanfei wanted to ask more, but a stern and hoarse female voice interrupted, "Mr. Zhou, uncle really doesn't know."
"I just can't figure it out. Aren't you afraid?" Zhou Yuanfei stood up hesitantly, looked into A Yuan's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people, and stammered, "People, people just died like that, without knowing why..."
"Everyone has packages to deliver. If you want to know the reason, just check when it's your turn," said Ayuan.
Zhou Yuanfei remained silent.
There was silence in the old locust tree. In a sense, the cicadas were indeed heralding mourning, silently.
The third package is 101, a medium-sized carton.
Xiangdong got the order number of the express delivery. He was the one who delivered this order. He picked up the package and took a look. The recipient was an old lady.
Fengli felt that his brother Dong was very lucky. He didn't even have to climb the stairs to get to the first floor. He could just go in and turn a corner and get out in time if anything happened.
"I took that ball of paper just now..." Zhou Yuanfei took two steps forward and stared at the package in Xiangdong's hand.
"Didn't you put it back and changed it to something else?" Fengli threw out the nail clippers, opened the nail grinding iron sheet and pointed it at him, "Brother, you're not regretting it now that you know there's a number on it, are you? Do you want it back?"
Zhou Yuanfei's face turned red with embarrassment.
When drawing lots, everyone had a 50% chance of winning. When drawing the number 502, everyone comforted themselves with a rational attitude that "the fifth floor is not low, but it is better than the top floor". If you win, you win.
When it came to the 201 single number, the atmosphere was very tense and the mentality of choosing paper balls was very cautious. And 101 reached another peak.
At that time, Zhou Yuanfei was hesitant and picked up the paper ball on the far left. He felt that it was unlikely to be the one with the order number, so he threw it away and replaced it with another one.
Unexpectedly, the paper ball on the far left contained the order number. He missed his chance of getting good luck and felt very regretful.
Xiangdong was not excited when he received the package from 101. It didn't matter which floor it was delivered to. He walked over to the middle-aged courier, leaned against the tricycle and said, "You dropped the package randomly. We chose the deliveryman by drawing lots. Obviously, there is no mandatory target selection. Does that mean that the person who got the order number can also choose to give up and let someone else deliver it."
"Anyway, as long as there is someone who can deliver the package to the customer, it will be fine." Xiangdong used the tone and manner of chatting.
The middle-aged courier stood stiffly, with no expression on his blue face.
"No? You're just drawing lots and you're claiming ownership, right?" Xiang Dong cursed and patted Fengli's back in annoyance. "I wanted to give it to you, but it seems that this won't work."
Fengli was stunned and said, "Boss, are you going to give it to me? I thought you wanted to give it to Brother Yang."
"He's not a bad guy." Xiangdong said.
“…” Pineapple was so moved that she almost cried, but she held back her tears.
Xiangdong had Chen Yang's pack of cigarettes in his pocket, one cigarette between his lips, and the pack tucked between his arms. He lowered his head, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.
"Brother Yang, do you have anything to say? If not, I'll leave now. I'll move quickly to save you time."
Chen Yang said, "No. 101 is the resident who has a small stove outside his door to boil Chinese medicine." He pointed to the package that Dong was going to deliver, "There are probably Chinese medicine ingredients in it."
Xiangdong raised his chin: "Anything else?"
"This is not your first time on a mission. You can handle most emergencies." Chen Yang waved his hand.
"You can't say that. What do we old taskers have? Nothing." Xiangdong said in a heavy tone, "If I die in there..."
Xiangdong dragged out the last part of his sentence for a long time, and Chen Yang looked over and heard him say with a faint smile: "Don't cry for me, I won't be able to walk well."
Xiangdong pretended to be cool and walked towards the residential building, not giving Chao Jian any chance to attack.
Fengli put her hands to her mouth and shouted: "Brother Dong, come on, you are the best!"
Xiangdong's figure trembled, and he turned back with a dark face and roared: "Call a few times, follow your brother Yang closely!"
Pineapple's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked like a mother who worries about her child even when he is thousands of miles away.
Chen Yang gave him some milk slices, but Pineapple shook his head.
"Brother Yang, will my boss be okay?" Fengli cried and snot bubbles appeared in her nose, and he wiped them away with his hand in embarrassment.
"Of course." Chen Yang said.
No matter what your personality, life experience, or life background is, as long as you bind your identity number and enter the mission world, your mentality will change a lot.
For Chen Yang, who has come this far, the unpleasant experiences in the rehabilitation center have dissipated after several collaborations. He and Xiangdong now have a common goal, to keep going and survive.
Rationally speaking, Xiangdong is undoubtedly an old teammate, but emotionally speaking, he is the kind of friend who asks for a beating. Sometimes you can get so angry that you pounce on him and kick him a few times, but sometimes he can sit down and talk calmly.
Go as far as you can, don't stop in the mission world easily.
Chen Yang felt a pain on the back of his neck. He hissed and looked back at the person standing behind him, asking in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Chao Jian looked at him coldly and asked instead of answering: "What are you thinking about?"
"Just think about it." Chen Yang said in pain, "Is my neck broken?"
Chao Jian didn't remove the fingers that were pinching the back of his neck, and rubbed the bite mark with his fingertips: "I'm not happy."
Chen Yang's original intention of asking Fengli to help look at the back of his neck disappeared in an instant. He maintained the posture of tilting his head back in a daze, looking up at Chao Jian from the bottom.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and the taller one could kiss her by simply lowering his head slightly.
But he just moved the hand that was pinching the bite mark on the back of the man's neck upwards, grabbed the back of the man's head and pressed it forward. The person who tilted his head back to look at him could only see the residential building in front of him.
Their eyes no longer met.
Fengli smacked her lips quietly. This was a mission world. People who had just come to understand had no time for romance. People who had waited for him for a long time did not dare to distract him. How miserable.
The cicada started chirping again, and its sound was notifying the taskers that the people who entered the building were now safe.
Chen Yang did not return to the old locust tree. He stood at the steps of the residential building. If everything went well, Xiangdong would come out in less than two minutes.
"We are delivering a package, which means we are the courier." Chen Yang said to himself, "As long as you enter the building, you are the courier."
Originally Chen Yang thought the task was to deliver a courier. Now Wu Qing had delivered the courier but had not left. There were only two possibilities. One was that there was more than one round of work to do and there was more to come. The other was... delivering the courier was just a misleading suggestion.
Chen Yang scratched his wet forehead: "I have completed several tasks, but it is not even September yet. This summer is so long, and I don't know when it will be over quickly."
"It's almost there." Chao Jian whispered.
Chen Yang sighed: "It will be fine once the summer is over."
Chao Jian did not respond. After a moment he spoke: "Maybe."
Chen Yang sensed Chao Jian's decadence and darkness. He endured it for a while, but finally asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"
"Annoying." Chao Jian crushed the milk slice vigorously, with a bit of restrained irritability in his eyes.
Chen Yang choked and coaxed patiently: "Then tell me about it."
"Will it be useful if I tell you?" Chao Jian raised his eyelids.
Chen Yang cleared his throat and said vaguely: "You tell me first. Only after you tell me will you know if it will be useful."
Chao Jian looked at him.
Chen Yang avoided Chao Jian's sight. He looked at the old locust tree in the distance and said in a hoarse voice, "I think we can go on."
"Let's go..." Chao Jian chewed the words several times, breaking them up between his teeth, "Okay, let's go."
Chen Yang turned his head in a daze. He pressed his frowning eyebrows together and said to Jian: "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you come here specially to wait for that ugly guy? You used to call him a mad dog, but now we are friends. He goes in to do the mission and you wait for him at the exit. What about the future? Friendship of life and death? Your friendship of life and death is really worthless."
Chao Jian chuckled sinisterly at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang didn't get angry, he was just worried and... distressed. He took a few deep breaths to confirm that it was that emotion, and it was so strong that he was at a loss.
The person standing in front of him had a changing temperament, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and his suspicious neurosis was getting more and more out of control. He had to receive treatment as soon as possible. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what Chao Jian would become, and how he would face it.
Chen Yang didn't want him and Chao Jian to reach the point of collapse, he hoped they were fine.
The mission is still on the road, and it is so dark that there is no light or end in sight. He wishes Chao Jian could always be by his side.
"How can a friendship between life and death be worthless? It's fate." Chen Yang said, "Just like us, we share life and death together."
Chao Jian's eyes were empty. Once upon a time, someone opened his arms to him, smiled and said, we live and die together, and depend on each other.
"Would you like some milk tablets?" Chen Yang could see that Chao Jian's mood had improved a little.
"I don't want to eat it." Chao Jian sat down on the steps coldly, but his hand reached out uncontrollably, took the milk slices that Chen Yang had peeled and ate them.
“…” Chen Yang looked at his cell phone. It had been two minutes since Xiangdong went in. What was he doing and why hadn’t he come out yet
Although Xiangdong's brainpower and military strength are not matched, the gap should be narrowing.
Chen Yang has never seen him do a task seriously, so he probably has his own way of handling things, and he wouldn't just go up and use swear words and fists.
Xiangdong walked around the corridor on the first floor with a cigarette in his mouth. He half-crouched in front of the small stove outside the door of 101. Waves of hot air mixed with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine rushed towards him, as passionate as fire.
The door creaked open, and the old lady came out. She stood up and greeted Xiangdong: "Hello, old lady."
The old lady glanced at the cigarette near his lips and covered her mouth with her hands to cough uncomfortably.
Open the smoke to the east.
"Young man, smoking is very harmful to your body and it is unhealthy," the old lady said while coughing.
"You are right, old lady." Xiangdong put it out casually.
The old lady's cloudy eyes rolled around: "You are a good child, be obedient." She looked at Dong as if she was looking at her own child, "Being obedient is good, being obedient is good."
Xiangdong smiled, and the next moment he heard the old lady say, "Why did you pierce your ears? This is not good."
The kind old lady just now stared at Xiangdong, her face covered with age spots was full of coldness: "Why does a boy get his ears pierced? It's not nice!"
The old voice contained a scolding tone, and its tone was frighteningly sharp and powerful.
Damn it! Xiangdong's blood rushed to his throat. He took off the small ring on his ear and said, "Old lady, I am forced to do this because of life."
The old lady stopped talking and stared at him.
Xiangdong held the small ring as if nothing had happened, and heard the old man suddenly say, "You are a courier."
"Yes." Xiangdong grinned, with a serious expression on his handsome face. "Look at my memory. I almost forgot something important. This is your express delivery. I brought it to you."
The old lady was surprised and said, "It's medicinal herbs. I asked Xiao He to buy them for me online yesterday. And they arrived today?"
"Online shopping is very efficient now." Xiangdong remembered the character Xiao He while pressing the automatic pen and reminding the old man, "Sign your name here."
The old lady said, "I can't see clearly because of my old age. Can you sign for me?"
"That won't work." Xiang Dong said in embarrassment, "The company has clearly stipulated that customers must sign for the goods in person."
The old lady said: "Don't many couriers write their own receipts? They sign for the package before it's even delivered."
"Others are different. I really can't do that." Xiangdong smiled bitterly, "Old lady, if you don't sign for it in person, my trip to this place will be in vain."
The old lady smoothed her sparse white hair and said, "Your boss is not here. No one will know if you signed it."
"That's not the case." Xiangdong said seriously, "You can't mess around with your work like this."
The corridor was dark, and the old lady was dressed in black, which almost blended into her back. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine and mildew in the air could not suppress the smell of her old age.
Xiangdong controlled his breathing and heartbeat to normal rhythm. He had to sign the contract, otherwise he would have no future, and that was unacceptable.
After a while, the old lady returned to her previous kindness and amiability: "You are a stubborn young man and you are inflexible."
Xiangdong joked: "I think people should have principles."
"Being a courier is not a pleasant job, but you're good." The old lady took the fountain pen from Xiangdong and signed the list.
Xiangdong watched the old man sign his name, and his heart was relieved.
"Well, old lady, you go ahead and do your work, I'll..." Xiangdong tore off the list and was about to leave, but he accidentally touched the casserole on the stove. He reacted quickly and grabbed the casserole, not caring about the heat and pushed it back on the stove.
Xiangdong rubbed his scalded hand against the cold wall. Damn, luckily he was fast enough. He was sure that if the casserole fell to the ground and broke, he would be in trouble.
"Old lady, your Chinese medicine smells so bitter." Xiangdong blew on his burning palm.
The old lady lifted the lid of the casserole and looked at it: "Good medicine tastes bitter."
"That's right." Xiang Dong comforted him, "Old lady, you can prepare a piece of candy when you take the medicine. You will feel better after taking the medicine."
"I didn't drink this medicine, my son drank it," the old lady said. "He ran away secretly and never came home. I kept the medicine warm and waited for him to drink it when he came back."
Xiangdong raised his eyebrows. He had a son
The old lady put the lid back on and looked at him with her back hunched: "Young man, did you see my son when you were delivering the package?"
"I don't know your son, and I wouldn't know if I saw him." Xiangdong said, "How about you show me his photo, and I can call him next time I see him?"
The old lady repeated, "Good, good, good!"
"Wait a minute," the old lady said, her old bones trembling with excitement. "Come inside and talk."
Xiangdong's temple jumped, and he declined politely: "No, I'll stay here."
The old lady didn't force herself. She seemed to have become many years younger, her steps were much more agile, and she hurried back to the house.
Looking eastward at Building 102 opposite, there was nothing at the door.
That Xiao He lives there? Xiangdong rubbed the corner of his lips with his thumb. His client was from 101, and the one next door had nothing to do with him. He would not rashly knock on the door to ask.
"Look, this is my son."
Xiangdong turned around when he heard the old man's voice, his pupils shrank slightly.
The old woman was holding up the photo frame. Her expression was exactly the same as in the photo, including the black clothes.
But there's not only her in the photo, there's also her son.
Xiangdong looked surprised: "This is a photo of you and your son."
"Yes, just this one." said the old lady.
Xiangdong looked at the photo and said, "Your son looks like you."
The old lady stroked her son in the photo, her eyes moistened: "Xiao He said the same thing."
The next second the old man looked up and said: "Now that you have seen my son's photo, can you send him back?"
Xiangdong: “…”
Damn, I fell into a trap!
"Old lady, I haven't seen your son." After Xiangdong said this, the smile on the old woman's face disappeared.
Xiangdong held back a lot of curse words, rubbing his face with veins bulging on his forehead, and smiled: "How about this, I'll keep an eye on it for you, and I'll also say hello to my colleagues, there's strength in numbers."
"Don't worry, I will keep this in mind." Xiangdong said again in a sincere tone.
The old man pursed his lips like in the portrait, his expression cold: "Okay."
After Xiangdong dealt with the old lady, the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat, revealing his rough and strong muscle lines. It was not easy for him to do this job, and his acting skills improved several levels.
Fortunately, it wasn't a puzzle, because that was what he was worst at. He was not good at anything that had to do with strict logic.
Xiangdong was about to go out when he heard someone coming down the stairs. He moved his ears. It must be from the sixth floor at least.
The owner of the footsteps was wearing slippers and walking slowly and leisurely, looking free and comfortable.
Xiangdong thought of the ghost Wu Qing mentioned. He walked to the stairs and looked up.
The customer was on the first floor and couldn't go upstairs to the east, so this was the best position he could stand in. If the guy came down, he would be able to see him.
The sound of dragging footsteps became clearer and clearer, fourth floor, third floor, second floor... until it reached the corridor from the second floor to the first floor.
Then it disappeared.
Xiangdong had already seen his appearance clearly: an old-fashioned vest, dark grey old slippers, a middle-aged man, smoking, with a bearded face. All of this matched the information revealed by Wu Qing.
only…
Xiangdong stopped where he was, without making any noise, waiting for the male ghost to appear again.
Soon, footsteps were heard again upstairs. Xiangdong spoke before the male ghost reached the place where he disappeared before: "Brother!"
The middle-aged man looked down when he heard the voice, as if he had just seen him: "You called me?"
Xiangdong said: "Your mother is waiting for you to come home."
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded: "What?"
Xiangdong narrowed his eyes. Wu Qing said that the ghost had collapsed. Judging from his current state, he not only had no concept of the floors, but also forgot all the entanglements and pains, and lived a relaxed and comfortable life after death.
"This is the second time you've seen me. You saw me not long ago. You weren't walking downstairs, but were circling in the corridor. You couldn't come down."
"Your house is on the first floor."
Xiangdong was afraid of the evil spirits in the building and was in a hurry, so he didn't have time to chat slowly. He sent out messages one by one, saying simply and rudely: "You and your mother are both dead."
The cigarette in the middle-aged man's mouth and his body were shaking: "Impossible!"
He roared and rushed downstairs. His figure froze strangely and then disappeared. After that, the sound of leisurely footsteps came from upstairs.
When I saw Xiangdong at the bottom of the stairs again, the confidence on the middle-aged man's face cracked inch by inch, and a thick black aura of death seeped out. He sat down on the ground and took out the cigarette from his mouth in confusion.
Xiangdong took the opportunity to say, "Your mother made some Chinese medicine for you. Did you smell it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head stupidly.
Xiangdong took off his T-shirt and threw it up. The middle-aged man unconsciously picked up the T-shirt at his feet. A strange yet familiar smell of Chinese medicine hit him. He seemed to have his head pried open by something, peeling off his skin and flesh, and he let out a shrill roar: "Ahhh!"
Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the middle-aged man's eyes, and he remembered.
That day, he sneaked to the rooftop to smoke while his mother was out getting a package for him, and died on the way downstairs.
When he was alive, he didn't want to go home. He thought his mother was annoying. She always asked him to take Chinese medicine and took care of this and that. He didn't want to go back. After his death, that thought became an evil thought that prevented him from going home, as if to say, "You don't want to go home, then don't go back."
And the reason why his mother couldn't come up was because of that evil thought, because he didn't want to see his mother.
After he died, he always felt that he should go down, go down, and go down all the time, but he didn't know why. Now he knew everything, and he wanted to go home. But he could never reach the first floor and could not go back.
"Help me, someone help me!" The middle-aged man raised his head, his entire face was rotten and full of maggots, and his two black sockets without eyes were facing Xiangdong, "Help me..."
"You wait first!" Xiangdong said and ran out.
When Xiangdong came out with his upper body naked, Chen Yang immediately looked at his mobile phone, which took more than five minutes.
"Why did you stay in there for so long?" Chen Yang asked.
"There is an emergency." Xiangdong first gave the order to the middle-aged courier, and then returned to Chen Yang and revealed the matter of the old lady and his son.
The few people who came over listened to the whole thing and their faces turned pale.
"There's one more ghost." Fengli murmured, "How many ghosts are there in this building?"
What Chen Yang was thinking about was not the number of ghosts, but what Xiangdong had promised the old man: "If you make a promise to a ghost, it will be very troublesome."
"I have no choice." Xiangdong puffed out smoke, "The situation forced me to do so."
Chen Yang said: "But now that this branch line is completed, there may be some clues."
"We'll talk about it after we finish it." Xiangdong bit his cigarette and touched his chin, "If I can't complete the task by delivering one, I may have to deliver another one. I'll find a way then."
Chen Yang frowned, but before he could figure it out, the middle-aged courier had already thrown the fourth package.
602, this time it was Chen Yang who caught the order number.
The cicadas were chirping shrilly, but Chen Yang was calm. What was meant to come would come. He had never thought about which floor he would deliver the package to, so he would not be disappointed if he drew the sixth floor. He could only accept it.
Fengli was worried about Chen Yang. Although the sixth floor was not the top floor, it was also very high and the tallest one at the moment.
"Brother Dong, what should we do?" Pineapple pulled the boss's waistband.
Xiang Dong spat, "Damn it." He said to Chen Yang with a stern face, "I didn't run into that evil ghost. You better be careful."
Chen Yang nodded and was about to walk towards the residential building. His backpack strap was pulled. He stopped under the force and turned to look at Chao Jian: "The further we go, the less time we have for the mission. I have to hurry to buy time for you and the rest of the people."
Chao Jian half lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Chen Yang said: "It's okay, I'll be back after delivering the package."
Chao Jian still didn't respond.
"Wait for me there." Chen Yang pointed to the steps in front of the residential building.
Chao Jian's head tilted in the direction he pointed, then turned back, and the hand that was pulling at the strap of Chen Yang's backpack showed no sign of letting go.
Xiangdong has a toothache: "I said..."
Chen Yang glared at him and Xiangdong shut up and smoked.
"I'll come out after you finish eating these milk slices." Chen Yang grabbed a handful of milk slices and handed them to Chao Jian, "Don't eat them all at once, eat them one by one, and don't bite them into pieces."
Chao Jian sneered with bloodshot eyes: "Are you trying to coax a child?"
"I wasn't coaxing the kid, I was coaxing you." Taking advantage of Chao Jian's daze, Chen Yang quickly leaned over to Xiang Dong's ear, said something, and rushed into the building.
After Chao Jian came to his senses, a terrifying gloom appeared between his brows.
Xiangdong stood side by side with the manic psychopath and said sourly, "Don't be so ungrateful. I only saw him coax you."
Yes, that's right, I assisted, haha. Chen Baicai has no conscience, letting him, a love rival, take on the task of comforting her, and also asking him to help look after Chao Lucha, and knock her out immediately if he finds that she is losing control of her emotions and having a seizure.
It's easy to say, knock him out? I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength and kill him directly.
"I have confidence in him, why are you not as good as me?" Xiangdong mocked.
Chao Jian ignored Xiangdong. He walked to the steps and sat down. He counted the milk slices in his hand and started eating them one by one.
Xiangdong cursed. Chen Yang raised this guy as his son, and this guy protected him as a little treasure under his wings. Damn it...
Pineapple took small steps to stand next to Brother Dong. The atmosphere was so solemn. Chen Yang went in to deliver the express and took away Chao Jian's soul and life.
If Chen Yang can't get out, Chao Jian will not survive.
With information about the two teammates who came out alive, Chen Yang did not panic after entering. He walked through the first floor and up the stairs in the smell of Chinese medicine. In the corridor, he picked up Xiangdong's T-shirt, stuffed it into his backpack, and continued climbing the stairs.
Chen Yang soon stopped again. He stood on the middle staircase between the first and second floors and looked at the body lying against the wall.
It’s Yang Pei.
Chen Yang looked around vigilantly. He approached quietly and found that the corpse's mouth could not be closed and it seemed that something was stuffed inside.
The clue was right in front of him, and Chen Yang couldn't miss it. He pinched his stiff fingers, squatted down carefully, and pinched the face of the corpse.
It's paper...
There's paper scraps in my mouth!
Chen Yang couldn't find anything and could only dig with his hands. He felt so disgusted that his scalp was numb and he retched several times.
As a result, the scraps of paper turned black as soon as he picked them out.
It was a waste of effort. Chen Yang didn't dare to stay too long. He climbed the stairs one by one with light steps. The furniture and sundries on the second floor were piled up in a mess, and there was a faint strange smell.
Chen Yang tensed his body to avoid the furniture and went upstairs along the space vacated by Wu Qing and Yang Pei. The third floor was completely different from the second floor. The corridor was extremely clean, and the advertisements on the wall had been scraped off.
There was a shoe rack in front of the door of 301, with only a pair of black high-heeled shoes on it, and there was a key in the door of 302, but the owner forgot to take it out.
Chen Yang went up from the third floor and stopped when he reached the fourth floor.
The door of Room 402 was actually open, and it was pitch black inside, and no one knew what was going on. Chen Yang's client was not here, so he just passed by and did not approach.