The paradox of the 457th floor of the Deceit Agency. The sound of rain from the outside was louder, and it was knocked on every window of the deep apartment, crackling, and the cold wind roared into the apartment building. The inner voice dissipated a lot, but it sounded enough to make people nervous.
Rong Chuan looked at his watch and raced against the clock and said: "Not counting the ten-minute gap left, we only have forty seconds left!" This time, I was in the empty corridor and listened to each executor's voice. Ears.
This time is not long if it is short, but it is not short if it is short. Now the results of the investigation have been revealed, but the time for fleeing, forty seconds is enough!
Just as everyone looked happy, Song Zhuoming stopped looking at the twelfth floor that was about to arrive in front of him, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Rong Chuan: "We have to spend the last ten minutes. We still have things. I didn't figure it out!"
Rong Chuan and John were stunned when they heard this, "What's the matter?"
"The first house on the thirteenth floor, there are four signs engraved on the wall!" Song Zhuoming grabbed the pen and paper in John's hand, turned a few pages back, drew all the four symbols, and pointed to the symbols. "This is very likely to be related to the rainy night murder case twelve years ago. We have to determine whether the first household on the 3rd to 12th floors also has the same symbol on the wall!"
Hearing these words, Rong Chuan's face changed drastically. He stood still and said nervously: "These are not our responsibility, even if we leave it to tomorrow for the second batch to do it, it is enough!"
"No!" Song Zhuoming was firm. He grabbed Rong Chuan's arm and said eagerly: "We entered the Shenshen apartment. The first weird incident was this case, and now we have very few clues. After that, maybe we will never be able to probe again!"
Rong Chuan was also in a hurry. He knocked down Song Zhuoming's hand and said in a deep voice, "The remaining ten minutes are our bottom line, and we absolutely cannot break through! What's more, what if we know it? This is an unsolvable task. , There is no way out!"
"That's why we have to grasp the abnormal situation of the first family on the 3rd to 13th floors. The symbol is obviously a commonality, and it is our only opportunity! Perhaps the murderer back then was the evil spirit of this mission! We are already at a complete disadvantage. If you let go of the only clue, then you have to wait to die!" Song Zhuoming's eyes were cold with eagerness, and his painstaking persuasion was also to allow Rong Chuan and the three to investigate in batches with him.
It is very likely that he will lose enough time just by himself!
Lou Yun kept pulling Rong Chuan's arm to force him to stop arguing with Song Zhuoming: "What do you care about him? He can find him if he wants to stay. Let's leave here first, and it will change later!"
But John on the other side took the sketchbook from Song Zhuoming, his eyes changed a few times, and he unexpectedly agreed with his point: "Song Zhuoming made sense. He just flees regardless. The ending will be the same after three days. Yes, the more we get now, the situation in three days will be more informed!"
Song Zhuoming's bangs lay wet in front of his forehead, he shook it lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Let's give up five minutes, you go to the lower five to record, I will fix the upper five, time is completely enough!"
When Lou Yun saw Rong Chuan's face seemed to ease, she clenched her brows, clutched his arm tightly as she was about to speak, but was preempted by John.
"Rong Chuan, we can't wait any longer, things can only be resolved this way, time is enough!"
Song Zhuoming took a deep look at them, did not speak any more, and ran quickly towards the leftmost side of the twelfth floor, and disappeared into the corridor.
After several changes in Rong Chuan’s complexion, Rong Chuan pushed Lou Yun’s arm away, grabbed her shoulder, and said, “If you’re afraid, go straight to the first floor and wait. You can control the time yourself. John and I will go to the end. Five minutes!"
Lou Yun wanted to say something to dissuade him, but Rong Chuan had already pulled John over, and rushed towards the seventh floor below.
"X", "O"
Among the twelve floors, Song Zhuoming tore off a corner of his clothes, fumbled up and down but failed to find a suitable writing object. Finally, his face was anxious, and he directly bit his finger belly and put it on the cloth. Record the two symbols.
He looked at the fingers that were still dripping blood, clutching the clothes and continuing to march towards the eleventh floor, and as he walked, there was only the sound of footsteps left in the corridor.
But over time, his speed slowed down, because he heard another kind of rapid footsteps besides him again, and as his own speed slowed down, the extra footsteps also changed. Gotta slow...
The frequency of that speed seemed to follow him, Song Zhuoming's brows frowned, and the coolness came from behind him, he had a feeling.
This extra thing is not aimed at all executors... He is just following him from beginning to end!
Song Zhuoming looked at the signs on the eleventh floor in front of him, then took a deep breath and turned his head abruptly. Liu Hai flung to the side with his movements, and with the flashlight illuminated, there was nothing behind him...
He bit his lip, and then raised his arm to illuminate the upper floor, following his line of sight, it was also empty except for the iron fence and stone steps!
At this moment, his body suddenly began to tremble for some reason, and his gloomy eyes gradually closed and closed. After a breath, he opened his eyes again.
There was an evil spirit following him, following him purposefully. From the beginning, he was just following him alone, but Song Zhuoming looked at the eleventh-floor corridor in front of him, and he chose to rush in regardless!
Song Zhuoming chose to believe in the rules of the newspaper because he was forced to believe it. The newspaper said that now is a safe period, so there is absolutely no possibility of death. Of course this is his wishful thinking, because he It is also understood that this is an unsolvable task, and even the ability of the evil spirits cannot be completely suppressed by the newspaper.
It may not be difficult to kill an executor in advance, but he has to get the information in front of him, even if he can't bring it out, he has to hand it over to other executors!
"X", "△"
There were only these two on the eleventh floor. After Song Zhuoming recorded these two symbols urgently, he didn't care about what was following him, and went straight to the tenth floor.
When he arrived on the tenth floor, he looked at the three symbols "O", "X", and "▽" in front of him. He looked at the bitten finger again. The blood stains there had dried up a bit. There was no way. He was at the injured position again, biting open again, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain in the heart made his brows frowned.
Especially the sharp pain of the wound rubbing hard on the rough cloth made the corners of his eyes feel a little bit angry. After solving the tenth layer of symbols, he glanced at his watch.
It was 8:22, and it was two minutes beyond the initial departure ten minutes earlier.
Song Zhuoming took a deep breath, as long as he finished exploring the remaining second floor, he would leave here immediately.
On the other side, at the corner of the corridor on the fifth floor, Lou Yun was waiting there. She shrank on the edge of the stairs, poking her head out from time to time to look into the corridor, the two of Rong Chuan and John who recorded the current symbolic information. .
She didn't really go to the first floor and waited as Rong Chuan had previously explained. Instead, she chose to follow the two of them layer by layer. Her original lovely face was so hideous at this moment, changed from the gentleness of the past, her eyelids Having been in sex, her short hair and disheveled look shrunk in the corridor late at night, making it even less human.
Lou Yun's idea is very simple. Instead of waiting downstairs by himself, it is better to follow Rong Chuan all the time, so that he can gain some sense of security, not to mention the sound of footsteps that have always been before, which has always been a mystery.
Although the sound of footsteps did not appear in this period of time, it was enough to make her mind tremble, and she did not dare to go to the first floor alone, even more because there had been a spiritual event there!
The sound of dong dong was indescribable. So far she could not alleviate the unknown horror. If she waited alone, it would be her life.
Even now that Rong Chuan and John are only a few meters away from her, it has already made her nervous. Just as she was flustered, a hand suddenly slapped her trembling shoulder.
Lou Yun groaned, and then he was covered with a hand, "Don't be afraid! Let's go to the fourth floor!"
Rong Chuan and John completed the exploration and symbol record of the fifth floor, and headed to the fourth floor with Lou Yun who was still in shock...
"We have to get faster, time..." John took a look at the notebook, looked up, and said half of the words. When he saw the wall in front of him, he stopped abruptly.
Then his body developed an uncontrollable panic. After staring carefully at the wall, the sketchbook with his open palm flipped forward, as if he was looking for something.
Rong Chuan was still walking forward, and suddenly saw John falling behind, and his expression changed. He stopped with some doubts and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
John ignored his inquiry, turned the book to a certain page, groping up and down with his fingers, as if comparing, but after a long time, he scratched his hair painfully, shook his head, and looked at it again.
Rong Chuan frowned, glanced at the time, and then asked again: "What's the matter with you?"
John heard this, his body shook, and his palm book fell to the ground. His expression was a bit dazed and unusually panic. He slowly stretched out his arm and pointed to the floor number on the front wall: "What you see, this is the number one. How many floors?"
Rong Chuan and Lou Yun looked at John weirdly, then turned their heads inexplicably, "Isn't it the fourth..." But when they saw the huge floor representative number, they said four words together: "Impossible." !"
On the pure white wall, a gilded number is quietly placed on the wall, and this should be the position of the number "4", but here it becomes "5"!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! We just walked down from the fifth floor!" Lou Yun seemed to doubt whether there was a problem with her eyes, but she still saw the big "5" after rubbing her eyes.
Rong Chuan picked up the notebook on the ground and looked at the simple drawing. "No, when we went upstairs to record for the first time, there is indeed a fourth floor here..." After saying this, he looked at John as if Is asking.
John took two steps backwards and knocked his head fiercely: "I don't remember. When I recorded, I never thought about this happening. The record in the notebook may be the '4' I saw with my own eyes. , Or maybe it was the '4' written down out of instinct!"
"Let's go! Go!" Lou Yun was already crying, begging Rong Chuan.
But after taking a look at the image in the sketchbook, Rong Chuan compared the words on the wall, and then quickly rushed up the stairs, and after he climbed upstairs, the numbers written on the wall on that floor, It became... "6".
When he came back and saw the trembling John and Lou Yun, he stood in the middle of the corridor and compared the "5" and "6" on the two floors, but he still couldn't see any abnormality. Go to the fourth floor that disappeared. Where...
Rong Chuan ignored Lou Yun's cry, and rushed straight into the corridor that was supposed to be the fourth floor. Looking at the lettering symbols on the wall of the first house, he seemed to have suffered a great shock.
Because the symbol here is exactly the same as the fifth floor just recorded: "O", "O"...
"The original fourth layer disappeared, replaced by the fifth layer, but the fifth layer that just came down became the sixth layer?" Rong Chuan's mind was aching, and he couldn't figure out what happened. Such a change!
"We don't have time to take care of these..." John reluctantly regained his energy and called to Rong Chuan: "Let's go downstairs and see, what floor is the next floor!"
Rong Chuan gritted his teeth, and finally wrote two words "to be determined" beside the pre-recorded "4th floor", and finally added the same symbol as the fifth floor. He could no longer distinguish between the two fifth floors. , The symbols are really exactly the same, or coincidence.
Because he knew that in some buildings, the developer would deliberately avoid the "4" out of taboo.
However, the current situation is obviously not simply evading the numbers, but the fourth floor has disappeared directly, but the whole building, whether viewed from the outside or walking from the inside, is actually still 18 floors!
Rong Chuan no longer knows whether there is a problem with his memory or if he feels there is a problem. In short, the fourth floor has disappeared, but the number of buildings on the eighteenth floor is still established.
This is a huge floor paradox! (End of this chapter)