The paper money on the thirteenth floor of Chapter 455 of the Deception Agency, Song Zhuoming took the flashlight and walked ahead of the other three. Rong Chuan shook the flashlight and was always alert to the complicated and simple situation around him. John and Lou Yun were behind. Walking side by side, it seemed a little nervous.
The leaders of this first batch of leaders seem to have calmly become Song Zhuoming. Song Zhuoming is not tall, but he is very strong and domineering. They have already explored the thirteenth floor. The scene during this period is not much different from the outside world. .
They were all unmanned rooms and silent floors. They stayed on almost every floor for no more than one minute. They simply recorded the environment and layout and hurried up.
At this stage, Song Zhuoming has always been the leader. Rong Chuan and the two people behind looked at the young man in front of him, and they felt a little uncomfortable. Rong Chuan and John were okay, but during this period Lou Yun had already endured Song Zhuoming’s strength. limit.
Even the long safety period made her feel much better at first, but her boredom with Song Zhuoming reached a higher level.
She quietly stabbed Rong Chuan's arm and leaned forward. Rong Chuan turned her head blankly, the flashlight illuminated Lou Yun's pale face, and whispered, "What's the matter?"
Lou Yun looked at Song Zhuoming, who had been leading them by most of the stairs, lowered his throat and said, "Isn't the host this time your teacher? Why are we led by his nose along the way?"
Rong Chuan scratched his head and couldn't help but look at Song Zhuoming above, and said with a chuckle: "It's good to survive. This illusory host is worthless."
"But he is so self-righteous. What if he touches something and interferes with his actions? At that time, we should care about him or ignore him?" Lou Yun was a little anxious. She didn't say that Song Zhuoming was completely jealous. The deeper reason was her. Unwilling to believe Song Zhuoming.
If Song Zhuoming was replaced by Xu Lang or Yan Yan at this moment, she would definitely not dare to say such a thing, but Song Zhuoming was even younger than her, and she was more worried that everyone's life would be given to by this arrogant teenager. Drag into the abyss!
"If you trigger a dead end, you will take care of yourself. You don't need to save me. In the same way, you must be aware of the possibility of being abandoned at any time."
At this moment, Song Zhuoming coldly said such a sentence without looking back. It was not that he didn't hear the conversation below, but he didn't want to ignore it, because he was thinking about another weird thing, but since Having said that, it's time to put some words on the table.
Lou Yun was stuck in her heart by these words. She stared at it, only to see Song Zhuoming's stern face and lonely expression, and she didn't say much.
Rong Chuan stepped out and finished the round, looked at his watch and said, "It's 8:16. We are only four minutes away from the pre-planned time!"
Song Zhuoming said softly at this moment: "Are you aware of something wrong?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became tense again, and Rong Chuan quickly asked, "Did you find anything again?"
Song Zhuoming said as he walked up, "Listen carefully to the footsteps..."
At this moment, the four executors held their breath uniformly, and began to slowly listen to the crisp sound of the clear footsteps kicking on the stone steps in the quiet stairs. Over time, they found that apart from their own thumping heartbeats In addition to the sound, there was the footsteps of four people mixed together, but there was nothing unusual.
"The sound of footsteps...is there anything special?" John suffocated his breath to the limit and asked eagerly with a long sigh of relief.
"The empty environment makes the echoes of the footsteps more mixed, which makes you unable to calm down and listen. Now listen to my command and stop together!" Song Zhuoming said coldly, looking at the sign on the 13th floor in front of him.
"Three, two, one!"
The footsteps of the four executors were commanded at the same time at this moment, and they stopped immediately. The sound of returning in the open corridor disappeared, but it was endless!
At the moment when the four kicking footsteps suddenly disappeared, there was another person's footsteps!
And the sound of footsteps didn't seem to follow the executors' cessation of action. After a half beat, it was completely exposed!
In the deadly corridor, Rong Chuan's expression directly froze, his feet were numb and he dared not move. The other two performers had their legs weakened, and a question lingered in their hearts.
That is, when did the extra footsteps follow them!
Song Zhuoming poked his head out and took a look towards the stairs below. There was no change in his face because of this situation. He slowly said, "Don't worry about it. Since it is willing to follow along, let's follow it. Let's finish the plan as soon as possible. Leaving, it will change after a while!"
After saying this, he immediately walked towards the thirteenth floor. He knew that the thirteenth floor was a hard bone, because every room of the ten houses on the east side was full, but he was in No sound was heard in the corridor.
"What a joke!" Lou Yun's face was already hideous, she kept looking down, for fear that a terrible evil spirit would emerge in time, she grabbed Rong Chuan's sleeve and said tremblingly: "It is obvious that we Going up after being watched by evil spirits?"
Rong Chuan’s brain was already a little flustered at the moment. He ignored Lou Yun’s quarrel and tried his best to restrain the panic in his heart. He constantly forced himself to calm down. Finally, he urgently looked at the figure of Song Zhuoming above, and finally said in a deep voice, “No. As for! It has been with us for so long, and it would have been shot long ago, not to mention that we are now protected by the newspaper. As long as we don't provoked it, I don't believe it will kill us!"
"But!" Lou Yun wanted to say something, but John interrupted him, and John pushed Rongchuan's shoulder: "Follow Song Zhuoming, don't let him stand alone, we are the safest to be together!"
When they caught up with Song Zhuoming, they found that Song Zhuoming was standing quietly on the edge of the corridor on the thirteenth floor, but there was no move in at all, just standing like this.
And then they also realized that something was wrong. The problem was not that there was something different on the thirteenth floor, but that there was a very strong smell permeating the place, which was the smell of burning, which made Rong Chuan and the others reach the place. For a moment, he coughed violently off guard.
When they arrived, they made a rapid noise, causing Song Zhuoming to grab his head abruptly, grab Rong Chuan's wrist, lowered his throat and yelled, "Shut up! Hold it back!"
As soon as these words came out, the three of them immediately held their breaths, their complexions flushed, and they held back the choking odor, and suffocated.
And Song Zhuoming slowly poked his head out with a ruddy complexion, and aimed his gaze at the source of the smell. There was no light there, but there was still a light, because a fire was lit there!
This fire is in the brazier, and a lot of confetti is burning inside. The sky is full of black ash flying in the promenade on the right side. On the side of the fire, a black shadow sitting on the ground is constantly moving. A dozen dozen papers continued to be thrown in the brazier, as if it didn't know that the fire in the basin could not fully burn such a large amount of paper, and black smoke had been emitted due to uneven burning.
"Cough cough cough!" An old and weak cough sounded suddenly, and the dark figure seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He stopped what he was doing, and then took out a piece of wooden stick and stirred it in the brazier. A large swath of ashes was raised in the sky!
Song Zhuoming squinted his eyes slightly when he saw this scene. The dark shadow seemed to be an old man in black clothes, and his voice was more like a male.
He slowly retracted his body, condensing his eyebrows with some doubts, "It's an old man, he seems to be burning paper money..."
"Burning paper money? At this time, burning paper in the Shenshen apartment?" Rong Chuan almost heard the fantasy, his eyes widened suddenly, and he poked his head out. Indeed, everything that happened before him was nothing like Song Zhuoming said. two.
"Now there are only five minutes left to evacuate the apartment. We have been so delayed, and there is no time to complete the plan!" John is a little anxious. Now the situation is frozen because of this strange old man who suddenly appeared. Go down, there is no time at all.
Song Zhuoming's eyes flickered several times, clenched his fists, and then leaned out his head to look at the old man carefully. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Go upstairs, and give me the thirteenth floor. When the time is up, leave you, don’t wait for me anymore, take the notebook back to Big Brother Xu!"
After saying this, he was about to turn around and go out, but Rong Chuan pulled his arm out again. He turned his head and saw Rong Chuan looking at him nervously, as if he was a little bit reluctant: "The 13th floor is the strangest floor. We There is no need to rush for a while, to stay in the green hills without fear of no firewood, it is important to save your life!"
Song Zhuoming looked at Rong Chuan and chuckled softly after a long time: "There is no solution to the mission, we are all at a disadvantage. We can only get as much information as possible at this time, otherwise the last glimmer of hope will be wiped out!" He stared directly at Rong Chuan. , Said every word: "Human life is worthless, and my life is worthless!"
After saying these words, Song Zhuoming had already broken free of Rong Chuan's shackles, and completely walked into the thirteenth floor!
"Let's go, after Song Zhuoyan's death, he has taken his death will, we still complete our plan!" John pulled La Rongchuan's arm and led him towards the fourteenth floor.
Song Zhuoming looked at the old man crouching near the brazier in the corridor that was only about ten meters in front of him. After staring for a long time, he didn't see the old man notice what was happening on his side, nor did he make any movements. He just kept going into the basin. Filled with paper money.
Although he came to the thirteenth floor, it didn't mean that he really wanted to die. After looking around, he slowly turned his head and walked towards the first room on the thirteenth floor.
The thirteenth floor has all the residents of the entire apartment. This is enough to explain the weirdness of this place, especially the first one, the last one in the serial murder case the driver said. He wants to see what this "1301" has. especially.
Song Zhuoming took the flashlight and walked to the long corridor on the left, but he felt something was wrong as he walked away because it was too quiet.
Obviously outside the building, he saw that the ten windows on the east side of the thirteenth floor were clearly illuminated, but now walking here, he pressed against the door but did not hear any sound, and it was also seen from the outside. I can't tell whether there are people living inside, because there are no drawing papers and couplets on each door.
"Is the sound insulation effect so good here?" With this suspicious attitude, he walked to the door of "1301", touched the silver security door, and then pointed his eyes at the cat's eye and tried to look inward. , There are no lights.
However, due to his height, some of them could not reach the height of a cat's eye. He jumped a few times, but he couldn't see what was inside, nor could he discern whether there was light inside...
At this moment, he slowly turned his gaze to the long corridor, where the fire seemed to have disappeared, and the old man in black also stood up, but he moved against the wall. It didn't move either.
Song Zhuoming squinted his eyes, a little can't see clearly, but there is a strong intuition in his heart, this old man is staring at himself...
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