In the corridor of the eleventh-floor corridor, the four hundred and sixty-eight paper people of the deception agency, four executors stood in pairs, and Wuming and Wu Cheng in the front looked at the conquering old man who was three steps away from the top. There was no slight change in the skin, except for a pause in her posture, no abnormality was revealed, but a storm was already upset in her heart!
This is an old man whose appearance and behavior are highly consistent with what Rong Chuan and others said yesterday. The last time he squatted by the brazier on the thirteenth floor of a rainy night to burn paper money, this time he was sitting on the steps on the eleventh floor of the day. Dotting the paper man!
The leg that Wuming had just raised was retracted again. He was holding the railing with one hand, and he was alert to the surroundings and motionless. There were waves of mahjong in the eleven-story corridor that went up and down. With the sound of the conversation, he watched a woman slowly walk down from the old man with a gift box.
One foot of that woman even stepped on the corner of the old man's constriction on the steps, and the two people who were in contact for a short time seemed to be unable to see each other's existence.
The old man didn’t look up at her, and she didn’t feel any stepping on, so she passed by like this, but Wuming felt the strangest thing. A woman could see Wuming and even pushed him when she passed by. Let's talk about borrowing...
The brush hanging in the air trembled. It seemed that the old man had been holding it for too long, but he was unable to make up his mind to touch the hollow of the paper man’s eye sockets. The face of the paper man was pale and his cheeks were pale. Part of the blush, eccentric, like a boy, small and exquisite, the workmanship is very delicate, and the appearance in a simple gown is lifelike.
But the paper man is a paper man after all, and you can see a fake at a glance, especially the eye sockets with no pupils in them, maybe only a small difference.
Wuming watched this scene helplessly, and there was an extremely strange conjecture in his heart, as if the old man’s strokes, this paper man would become a real person!
Wu Cheng slowly turned his head to Wuming. He was a little at a loss. He was not quite sure whether to continue walking upwards or to change the path. Wuming also turned his head to look at each other, and neither of them spoke first.
Bai Mei and Han Bolin in the rear had never seen such a weird thing. This was their first mission. Although Bai Mei did have unique insights in his previous performance, when the terror came, his reason would be gradually swallowed by oppression. This is impossible. Avoided!
This is completely different from the direct appearance of the evil spirits. Now they are obviously back in the time of the day homicide twelve years ago, but how could this old man who clearly appeared in the night yesterday be brought back to ten? Two years ago...
A bold conjecture began to gradually emerge in Wuming's mind. He stared at the old man who kept bowing his head, like a pensive old man.
Could it be said that Shenshen Apartment will be divided into two worlds according to sunrise and sunset.
During the day, twelve years before the daytime serial murders, all the creatures in the apartment will inevitably be dragged back to 2004;
The dark night is twelve years after the rainy night serial murders, the apartment will usually be kept in the current 2016 according to the passage of time...
This may be the only explanation for the completely different sights seen in the two batches today. Anonymous looked around the surrounding environment that clearly revealed the retro atmosphere, and listened to the roaring voices in the distance, and gradually implemented this idea.
But when he looked at the conquering old man who was incompatible with the surrounding environment, a trace of doubt flashed in his calm eyes.
This conquering old man does not seem to belong to the 2004 space...
The four executors judged that the current situation is the strongest evidence twelve years ago, not only the changes in the environment, but also the attitudes of the people around them. It is obvious that the four of them are truly dragged back to 2004, and they can also be taken by others. Seen.
So the conquering old man, who is located here, can not be seen by the executors, but it seems that they cannot be noticed by the people in 2004. Associating with the particularity of the executor for the task, there is only one possibility.
Conquering the elderly is not part of the 2004 space...
"The mystery of space..." The nameless eyes became more and more blank. In yesterday's situation, Rong Chuan did raise the mystery of tampering with space, but what they saw today, they went from the first floor to the eleventh floor, and they did see it again. Fourth floor...
There is nothing wrong with the memory. There is indeed a fourth floor here, so whether the engulfed floor is only valid at night.
In connection with the theory of the two worlds of day and night that he had just thought of in his heart, maybe the fourth floor that was swallowed would only appear in the world at night
"He doesn't seem to see us..." Wu Cheng squinted his eyes and said while watching the old man's movements while turning his head slightly to Wuming.
As he said, the four executors have been standing in front of him for more than five minutes, and they have made a lot of noise under the people coming and going, but the old man seems to be indifferent to things outside the window and only cares about what is in his hands. The question of whether the brush and the paper man on his lap seemed to be able to put his eye on him seemed to be stumped.
Wuming hesitated for a moment, bent his middle finger slightly, and slowly tapped the iron railings with his knuckles. This small and light voice quietly returned to the police, but the old man's eyelids were still not lifted. It seemed that he could not hear or see. !
"We seem to be in two spaces with him. We are in 2004 and he is in 2016. Why do we meet him? It should be because of our special identity..." Wuming whispered such words, which is regarded as Wu Cheng Waiting for people to solve their doubts, they also said their own guesses.
"The plan is to proceed as usual. The homicide on the 13th floor will not happen at any time. Since we are mixed in, we have to go up and take a look!" Wu Cheng looked at his watch. They had already used it for ten minutes. Only ten minutes are left for the evacuation time.
Song Zhuoming's tragedy, the second batch is unwilling to be staged again!
"go!"
These four executors, except for Han Bolin, are not idlers. They are far from the first batch of Rongchuan people who can compare with them. They never procrastinate in doing things. With a plan of action, there is no hesitation.
Wuming and Wu Cheng started, and proceeded straight to the upper floor.
However, they did not dare to be too fast. Although the unknown situation of the old man did not bring about a crisis, it produced a strong sense of oppression in everyone's hearts. Coupled with the narrow corridor, no one wanted to touch the old man.
Wu Cheng had to take the lead, followed by Wu Cheng, followed by Bai Mei and Han Bolin. The four executors formed a straight line and gradually walked upstairs.
When Wuming was passing by the old man, he suddenly smelled a scent with five senses. The scent was a bit fragrant and fishy. At first it was very rich, but after a careful smell, it was very weak and very weak. This smell just returned. I didn't smell it, but I suddenly smelled it in the compartment with the old man...
He frowned and looked down at the old man who was still sitting on the steps without saying a word or raising his head. He slowly left, followed by Wu Cheng and Baimei.
Han Bolin is the last of this team, and also the one with the worst psychological quality. The safe march of the first three has caused a lot of big rocks in his heart to fall, and he thought it would be no big problem to walk over like this.
He kept cheering for himself, but when he really got in close contact with the old man, he couldn't help but release the suppressed panic in his heart. His legs felt weak. He hadn't encountered any evil spirits before, but he couldn't help but release. I have personally seen the terrible evil spirits without solutions.
In Han Bolin's heart, it is obvious that he has planned to conquer the old man into the most terrifying evil spirit. The close contact at this moment makes him even more imaginative. The more he does not want to think about it, the more he feels that he is around him. People will violently kill at any time!
Especially the smell slowly penetrated into his nasal cavity from his short breath. He couldn't stand his body for a while and sneezed.
Not only was he stunned, the three people who had passed safely in front of him also turned their heads and stared at him at the same time!
Han Bolin felt weak all over. He held on to the railing and swallowed. He could no longer resist this slow-motion escape. He ran up quickly with a scream, but then he felt a cold palm and grabbed it. His ankle!
His actions were unexpectedly frustrated. Of course, he knew what had caught him. The running power of an adult male was gripped firmly by the old man's thin and dry palms, and he fell down without any resistance at all!
"This is not what an evil spirit is!" Han Bolin yelled frantically in his heart. He was already desperate. He stretched out his hand and waved upwards, begging Wu Cheng and Baimei: "Boss! Save...me! Save me!"
This situation was unexpected by the nameless and even Wu Cheng. In their initial assumptions, it was almost confirmed that the conquerors and them are not in the same world, and there is no way to interact!
But now, the old man’s withered palms hidden under his wide sleeves, and his pale skin color, which was diametrically opposed to the dark black, grabbed Han Bolin’s ankles and prevented them from proceeding. Then all previous conjectures were not only overturned, The identity of the old man seems to have been confirmed even more!
He is really an evil spirit!
And being able to travel back and forth in the two worlds of day and night, which is enough to prove its superior ability and special identity!
What kind of person is Wu Cheng, he saw this scene immediately, he made a move, grabbed the arm of the white eyebrow, didn't even look at it, took him to flee up, he had already abandoned it a long time ago. Pawn's plan to protect the car.
But Wuming immediately stopped the two of them, and Wu Cheng's eyebrows flashed fiercely. Before he could speak, Wuming took the lead and said: "Something is wrong..."
Wu Cheng stood at a safe distance and turned his head slowly. Han Bolin, who had fallen to the ground with his eyes closed and waited for death, was not dead, nor did he suffer any injuries. The scar on the bridge of his nose was just the same as the fall.
The conquering old man just grabbed his ankle, not as if he was about to make a move, it was more like preventing them from moving forward...
Under the gaze of the three upstairs, the conquering old man gradually loosened the arm holding Han Bolin, and slowly turned around, grabbed the paper man with one hand, and stood on the ground, with the other hand still holding it. That brush.
The wrinkled skin seemed to be somewhat sagging, the old man's eyelids drooped, and the small gaps in his eyes exuded gloomy light. For the first time, he faced the performers with their eyes facing each other.
Shiraishi trembled twice, and in the eyes of the performer, the corners of his mouth licked, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was extremely hoarse and rough.
"You said, paper people can do the finishing touch..." (End of this chapter)