A corpse that had been cold for a long time was lying at Yan Yan's feet. The ugly face and death with unknown emotions appeared extremely gloomy in the corridor illuminated by a few flashes of lightning.
The strong bloody air, even if it is not the first scene here, it keeps digging into Yan Yan's nasal cavity, messing up his scattered thoughts indiscriminately.
There was a cell phone in each of his hands. He looked at the communication he just hung up on in his right hand, and then at the unnamed cell phone in his left hand. The missed call that had just been displayed was lost in thought.
In the extremely quiet corridor, under Yan Yan's silent gasp, suddenly there was another kicking footstep.
A dark shadow with a pale face and a little tired figure gradually walked towards Room 1415 with a steady pace.
Yan Yan raised his head when he heard the sound, and the flashlight raised slightly. The beam illuminates the person's face and relaxes his tight body slightly.
"Am I late..."
The pale man paused near Yan Yan and the corpse, looked at the miserable corpse on the ground leaning on the door, and sighed faintly.
After two hours, Xu Lang finally got time to walk down from the eighteenth floor. It was not that he had not thought about the possibility of accidents during this period, but he did not expect that it would really be so fast.
However, the importance of the showdown with Rong Chuan is far from comparable to zero negotiation, which caused him to miss Rong Chuan's death and also missed the opportunity to solve the puzzle that had been put on hold before.
The mystery of Song Zhuoming's original life and death, along with the death of the last insider, Rong Chuan, became an unsolved case, which made Xu Lang's heart slightly ups and downs.
Although there was enough time in the past, I never found a suitable opportunity to communicate with Rong Chuan. If I miss it now, I am afraid there will be no hope...
If you think about the benefits, perhaps Song Zhuoming may not be dead now, and there will be a day when everything will be revealed clearly.
"Look at this..."
When Xu Lang was thinking, Yan Yan handed the phone in his left hand to Xu Lang with an ugly expression.
Xu Lang raised his eyes and glanced at him, with a somewhat puzzled expression. He subconsciously took the phone, flipped it in his hand, and then frowned. He had a bad premonition.
He put down the phone, and immediately turned his head to look at the silent promenade around him. Apart from him and Yan Yan, there was no sign of any living person!
"You..." Xu Lang was stunned. He couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to ask.
Yan Yan sighed, glanced at Xu Lang with a slight owe, and said in a deep voice, "Anonymous... I'm afraid it was an accident!"
Under Xu Lang's scorching eyes, Yan Yan was embarrassed to tell everything that had happened before.
Xu Lang's expression became more and more ugly. At that time, there were only four living people left in the Shenshen apartment. He negotiated with Zero on the eighteenth floor, and Yan Yan searched for Rong Chuan's body in the left passage, but Rong Chuan The corpse was transferred to the fourteenth floor by the evil spirits long ago!
Wuming became a marginal person during this period of time, with nothing to do.
If Xu Lang were him, he would definitely return to this place with tentative psychology at this stall!
Xu Lang closed his eyes silently, and the right hand holding the phone continued to use force, and even bursts of bones were heard. From the perspective of time, if everything went according to his vision, Wuming must have found it first. Rong Chuan's body!
It was at this time that he was attacked... The mobile phone was lost and the person was missing!
Then his eyes opened immediately, and he carefully observed Rong Chuan's dead body for the first time. He looked at the hideous wound and searched for the scattered parts of the blood stains, but found no trace of the other living people's struggles.
The only strange thing is the five fingers of Rong Chuan's broken right hand. Obviously they were severely broken after death. Now it seems that this person is only nameless!
"Before Rong Chuan died, his right hand remained tight, causing the body to become stiff after death. Wuming must have wanted to get something from his hand to cause this situation!"
Xu Lang put the nameless mobile phone in his pocket, and the flashlight illuminated the five fingers of the corpse that had been broken to an extremely exaggerated angle, and said in a deep voice.
Yan Yan nodded when he heard the words. He had already thought of this before Xu Lang came, and replied in agreement: "Yes, Rong Chuan kept something for us before he died, Wuming also got it here first. That thing, just when he was about to call to inform, there was an accident, the phone was lost, and the person was missing!"
"Anonymous can only be said to be missing, but not to be killed..." Xu Lang turned his head, and he looked at room 1414.
The originally unnamed room is here, but with the progress of the two days, he should be at 1214 today, but now the floor below has been completely swallowed...
Yan Yan followed Xu Lang's gaze, and understood in his heart that Xu Lang meant that since Rong Chuan was dragged to room 1415 after his death, if nameless was killed, his body should also be in room 1414...
However, the two flashlights illuminate the past, but there is no trace of drag on the ground. The door of Room 1414 is "clean as ever," without blood stains and no footprints. The messy footprints belong to Yan Yan and Xu Lang.
The two of them looked at the closed door of the 1414 room at this moment, and Xu Lang looked at the room number at the door, feeling very strange.
The nameless room number is very unknown...
"Open the door..." Yan Yan sighed softly, standing beside Xu Lang.
Xu Lang took out a small bag from the backpack that was straddling diagonally, inside it was a lock picking tool, which was already prepared when he arrived at the Shenshen apartment in advance.
Although modern anti-theft doors can hardly be broken with this simple tool, these doors built twelve years ago are not technically high in themselves. Xu Lang is a half-hanger who wants to break open as long as there is enough time. There will not be much difficulty.
Holding special wire pliers in his hand, Xu Lang's left hand is not very convenient, and it is not easy to do this kind of work. The most important thing is that his mood fluctuates greatly.
He is very afraid that after pushing open the door of the room, he will smell the bloody nose, and even more afraid that the nameless body will be waiting for him to enter...
But if Wuming is not here, where can he be, he really disappears, which also means that what Rong Chuan left behind before his death will also be lost!
The double worries constantly tortured Xu Lang's mind, causing the speed in his hands to become faster and faster, but he also became more and more anxious. There was no sign of opening the lock after several times!
After only ten minutes, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and his only right hand was shaking again and again, which again hindered his progress.
Xu Lang stopped the movement in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, touched the sweat beads on his face with his arm, and then adjusted his mentality to unlock again, and one hand slowly fell on his. On the shoulders, there was a trace of stability...
He turned his head, Yan Yan's extraordinary face fell in his eyes, Yan Yan looked directly at Xu Lang's gaze, and finally pulled his body over, took his lock picking tool, and faced Xu Lang. Lang shook his head and nodded again.
"Let me do it."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Xu Lang reluctantly left from the door, looking at the upright figure in front of him, slowly leaning on the wall and slumped on the ground, took out the cigarette from his arms, held it to his mouth, and his right hand shook. A few times, the cigarette was lit, and after a deep breath, the breath that had been held for a long time was finally spit out along with the plumes of smoke.
"Yan Yan, I feel so tired to be alive..."
The red dots on the cigarette flashed, like the only living thing in the dark night, but gradually dimmed, like Xu Lang's words at this moment, full of depression and loneliness.
Yan Yan's hand movement trembles unnaturally when he hears the words that are as light as a firefly behind him, but then he gets busy again. He doesn't look back, and asks indifferently: "Why?"
Xu Lang's eyes were very light, and his thoughts were very light, just like the plumes of smoke wafting from his hands, flying farther and farther.
"Along the way, I don't seem to get anything, and I seem to have got something." Xu Lang lowered his head, his voice was steady and negative, "but all that I got has been lost, and I have been chasing. It's getting farther and farther..."
He slowly raised his hand holding the cigarette and placed it in front of him. He turned a little bit, looked at the window on the fourteenth floor, and watched the storm outside from the gap between his fingers.
"Then what have you always wanted?" Yan Yan's tone is still so flat, as if he still holds the same mentality as before, even if there are only three of them now...
"What do I want..."
Xu Lang was muttering this sentence, thinking about his answer continuously in his mind, but gradually his hand came down again.
"I was involved in a supernatural incident by the newspaper since I was a child. At that time, I didn't have the right to choose what I wanted..." Xu Lang laughed, and after a long time of silence, he smiled.
"Why?" Xu Lang looked at Yan Yan in front of him, looked at the back and said three words.
"I just want to find out why, my life will be like this, whether it is natural fate or deliberate manipulation, I am looking for an explanation, anyone can explain it for me, if there is no one, then I will find it myself."
"Remember that Gao Yiyuan asked everyone a question in the Grim Reaper mission, why did you live..."
With a click, the crisp sound of the door lock opening echoed in the corridor, Yan Yan threw the wire on the ground, and turned around. The deep and bright eyes only stared at Xu Lang, and he walked two steps forward. , Picked him up from the ground, and said lightly.
"You are looking for an answer, and I am going to the end, we all have the same goal. Your way, I will walk, my way, you are also walking!"
Yan Yan and Xu Lang stood side by side outside the door of 1414 that exposed a gap, only one door away from the simple ending, and one hand slowly pushed open the dusty door.
"Because we are a class of people..."
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Xiao Hu: I love Yan Yan. (End of this chapter)