The 493rd chapter of the Guilty Press, the nameless, who walked down from the seventeenth floor, still had no emotion on his face. He seemed to have long been used to this kind of death happening in front of him.
Even if all the executors saw that Han Bolin was dead, they couldn't compare with Wuming. The splash of blood, the smell of evil spirits, and the smell of death could not be conveyed to the minds of the rest of the people through a simple live broadcast.
Only the nameless can have a deeper understanding of these.
Perhaps it has something to do with his previous experience. Wuming is very indifferent to death, and indifferent to everything in the world, as if he had just left the place of the incident at this moment, but there was nothing unusual in his heart.
There was no one on the sixteenth floor, only when he walked through the fifteenth floor, he heard a door opening in the corridor.
He listened to Baimei's words. He was communicating with Wu Cheng on the phone, and he poked his head out and took a look. It turned out that Baimei was in room "1502". After hearing it, there was no pause, and he was still walking down.
Wuming has a pair of night eyes, which allows him to recognize the surrounding environment extremely accurately in a non-light environment. No one knows whether these eyes are born or acquired. For Wuming, he hates and enjoys bringing them. The convenience.
It's like there are many things in life that cannot be determined by people's wishes.
After passing by on the fourteenth floor, he did not stop, where he was assigned to the room, but he did not hesitate, instead he continued to walk.
Because, at this moment, no one wants him to do something more appropriately...
He knew that Yan Yan had explored the floors below the seventh floor, but the fourth, fifth, sixth and third floors had disappeared, which meant that Zero could only be a room above the seventh floor.
He has checked every room above the fourteenth floor, and now he is ready to go down.
Wuming didn't think too much. In fact, it doesn't make a difference to think more or less now. If you want to die, you can't avoid it. He wants to find the room of Zero in less than two hours from dawn!
Everyone knows that zero is the key to this mission, and he is also the executor. As long as he is the executor, there must be an engraving symbol at the door of his room. If you follow this point, you can definitely find it.
It's just that in this situation, no one dared to go out and look for it except the nameless.
Wuming's behavior is no different from seeking death. This is also the reason why Xu Lang did not stop him when he broadcasted the live broadcast.
Xu Lang could see that Wuming had a desire for liberation. This was different from Song Zhuoming's mentality of seeking death. Wuming hoped to find more clues and intelligence in his limited life.
Since it is always dead, in Wuming's view, it might as well help the others at a critical moment.
And now, what they can do is to quickly determine the identity of Zero...
This was something Wuming was doing. He walked slowly in the unmanned apartment, surrounded by a silent atmosphere. For him, he felt a sense of tranquility and comfort. He walked like this without worrying that he would Encountered an attack by evil spirits, I didn't even think about such a thing.
As he said to Xu Lang before the mission: people have their own lives.
And when he walked to the thirteenth floor of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, his ears pricked up, and he heard two gasps. The breathing was extremely slow and light, but it was real!
It was in the corridor on the thirteenth floor, which frustrated Wuming's actions, and he slowly leaned forward to look at the thirteenth floor!
There is light there, which is completely opposite to the extremely dimly dim situation on the rest of the floors, and he looked at the night and saw that in the innermost position, two dark shadows, one large and one small, holding glowing candles in their hands, stood at a door The front.
It's room "1302"!
The nameless eyes squinted slightly. He looked like this, and suddenly he felt very happy. He thought of the content of the text message Xu Lang had sent him before.
"Someone at my door..."
He finally knew where Xu Lang was located at the moment. It turned out to be next to "1301" in the strangest room. The two figures, one big and one small, could be seen clearly by the glimmer of light. He was very familiar with these two people.
It is the hostess of "1301", and the little girl Lili!
These are two residents of 2004, and also two evil spirits... But there was a moment of doubt in the nameless eyes here.
Why can the evil spirits of 2004 come to the rainy night of 2016...
Could all the other evil spirits in this apartment be the dead in 2004
Wuming left quietly after pondering for a while, without alarm or any action. He couldn't control Xu Lang's situation, and he couldn't control it. The most urgent task now is to find which room Ling is located in.
The thirteenth floor was guarded by evil spirits. He couldn't investigate the other rooms in depth, so he had to ignore it and continue down.
Then he came to the twelfth floor. After wandering around this floor, he quickly left. There were no residents and no lettering on the twelfth floor.
Until when he reached the eleventh floor, he finally saw the difference on this floor, there are footprints here...
There was no expression on the nameless face, neither joy nor disappointment. He walked straight in, and along the series of footprints, he slowly came to a door of the room, stood still and looked up.
This is room "1108". The door is bald, but the dust on the ground is a bit fragile, indicating that someone has opened the door in a short time.
There was some light in the nameless eyes, and he slowly took out the knife that was still shining in the dark from behind, the golden knife that belonged to him.
The slightly thin blade is gently inserted into the door frame. This kind of anti-theft door, which has been in existence for a long time, requires some effort for others to open, but for Wuming, as long as he wants to, deep into any one of the apartment He can come and go freely in the room.
The creak of the knife blade entering the door frame began to resound in the silent corridor. Wuming held the knife with one hand and pushed the handle with the other, and kept pushing inward, causing the original hard door frame to loosen.
At this moment, a voice interrupted the nameless action.
It was the sound of the door lock snapping open from inside. Without waiting for the unknown door to be removed, the person in the room had already taken the initiative to open the door...
Wuming looked at the room door where a gap was exposed, and his eyes flickered several times, as if thinking about something, but in the end he drew the blade out and pushed open the old door with the tip of the knife.
Everything in the room was shown in front of him, and there was a strong scent that rushed to his face, and this scent was very familiar to him, and he had smelled it when he had explored in advance.
The furnishings in this room are nothing special, except that there are a few tied paper figures standing in the middle of the room, all without eyes, namelessly enter the door slowly, closing the door by the way.
After he walked in, he saw a familiar figure, the dark black lines are exquisite, but it looked like an old-fashioned dress on the skinny old man, looking a little loose.
The gray and short hair was no longer greasy at this time. Seeing the nameless intrusion on that face, the wrinkles were all squeezed together, as if smiling, but silent.
Wuming stood at the door and looked at the familiar old man sitting on the sofa. He looked directly at those eyes with only one bright eye. He nodded: "Sure enough, you are zero!"
Ling was also looking at Wuming. He didn't seem to be surprised that Wuming would find him at this time. He was twisting cigarette smoke with one hand, while the other hand was holding cigarette paper, while wrapping cigarettes, he said: "An executor with no name, no name, no past experience, I have noticed you from the day you entered the newspaper office...
"You are cruel, ruthless, and highly efficient. You are also emotional, but it is completely different from Gaoyi. You are cold like a humanoid machine and a natural sharp knife. I am curious that people like you have experienced it. what?"
Zero's judgment on the nameless can be described as sharp, showing almost all the characteristics, making no secret of his ability to control the newspaper's internal, and there is a faint appreciation in that tone.
Wuming looked at the vicissitudes of life in front of him. Before he entered the room, he never thought that the old man who had appeared twice would be the most special executor "Zero".
It's just that there is still no emotion on his face, and he quietly watched the narration of a series of characteristics of Ling Jiang, and his heart felt like water.
"What I experienced has nothing to do with you. What I want to know is whether someone like you is confident of winning this task."
This is a consistent style of anonymous speaking, and there is no nonsense to go straight to the subject.
Zero nodded in praise. He knew the nameless character. He lightly lit the twisted cigarette, slowly got up and walked to the window, watching the drizzle outside, and said quietly: "Did you say it is the end of summer? ?"
This sentence is a little weird, and it seems that the preface does not follow.
Wuming couldn't capture the meaning of Zero's words for a while, and he did not respond.
After a long time, Ling turned around, and the aroma became stronger and stronger, seeming to come from the tobacco in his mouth.
"There is still an hour and a half before dawn. The rainy night evil spirits will not kill anymore. Go back and collect your belongings and prepare for the arrival of the day."
Wuming Wenyan squinted his eyes, and he looked directly at Zero. These words seemed to show that Zero knew the two evil spirits of day and night very well.
"What does this mean?"
"During the day, don't do anything, don't care about anything, maybe you can live."
Zero did not lie in this sentence, at least his eyes were very sincere. He seemed to be making a kind reminder to Wuming, but he also stopped Wuming's intention to continue to inquire. Under the mirror, he certainly understood the thoughts of other executors. .
Wuming didn't get the answer he asked, and didn't give up. He didn't leave, but looked at zero.
But he looked at Wuming who was still questioning, then looked at the sharp knife that shone with cold light, and slowly shook his head: "I won't die. You are in your hands, and you can't kill me."
"Life is fixed."
Wuming listened to this sentence, it seemed that he explained the previous problem from a certain angle and expressed his attitude. He hesitated and looked at the strange old man in front of him, and finally chose to leave.
He opened the door and just about to step out. Suddenly he thought of something, turned his head and looked at Ling and said, "Is there really something in the world that can withstand the attacks of evil spirits?"
With a smile on Zero's face, looking at the nameless eyes, he whispered: "I call this kind of thing,'sin'!"
With a bang, the door of room 1108 was closed again, but a piece of wood on the door frame was shaken off. It is conceivable that Wuming's lightly closing the door contains much force.
This also seems to indicate an anonymous attitude.
The smile on Ling's face still did not disappear, or even deeper, the pile of folds had been wrinkled into a ball, and he dropped the cigarette butt from his mouth, his eyes were bright, as if the smoking of cigarettes made his spirits become high. a lot of.
The dry palm grabbed one of the few paper figures scattered beside him, and Ling didn't know when he had an extra brush on his hand, and he finished the paper figures in one go.
Maybe it’s an illusion, maybe it’s for other reasons. When that finishing touch appeared, the paper man seemed to be revitalized at first glance, but the skin was stiff, like a living person with a cold face with facial paralysis. .
And the moment that paper man rejuvenated, Zero's face changed and he vomited a mouthful of black blood.
"The hexagram says that being nameless is the key. He wants to live and not die!" After saying this, he spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his overall appearance was a bit older, as if he had suffered a great trauma and fell to the ground. .
However, the light of Zero's left eye became brighter. He looked at the lifelike paper man on the ground, his voice was very excited, with a faint madness, and said in a deep voice: "Paper man is a sustainable sin, but my life span is not Too much, this will be the last time I will use it. I will use this life-saving thing against the nameless body! I will bet on the last gleam of life!" (End of this chapter)