My name is Zhang Shan, Shan Shi Shan, I am twenty-seven years old this year. .
I am an ordinary but confident office worker. Graduated from 985 University, currently working in a graphic design company, with an annual income of almost 200,000 after tax. Apart from not having a girlfriend, he can barely be a "children's family" at family gatherings.
However, being so good, I have encountered some troubles recently.
That is, the building where my company is located, seems to be haunted.
There is no work that can make money without hard work. Ninety-six is the norm, and zero-seven is not surprising when you are busy.
In fact, not only our company, but at least one-third of those who work in the same building as us have such a routine.
Ah, forgot to explain, our company is in a high-end office building in Fengxing City business district.
The building has 52 floors in total. Our company is on the 45th floor. On the same floor are a law firm, a handicraft import and export company, and a network marketing company.
Of course, this office building is very big. There are several companies on almost every floor. Every month, companies move in and out. Even I, an old fritter who has been here for four years, can't figure out every time. How many companies are there on the first floor
There is only one thing, as long as the old employees who have worked here for a while, will have heard the rumors of "the devil's death layer".
It was a pretty cliché ghost story. Allegory
It is said that when this office building was being built, a worker mysteriously disappeared.
On the night of his 24th birthday on the lunar calendar, the worker invited his fellow workers to drink a beer and have some kebabs, and then said that he was going to the toilet, but he never returned and never came back.
He was born without a person, died without a corpse, as if the world evaporated, disappeared without a trace, and even the police have never been able to find anyone.
Until many years later, a fellow villager of the missing worker lost his words after drinking, slipped his tongue, and admitted that he had killed someone.
After the police arrested the person and interrogated him, they found out that the fellow countryman had a money dispute with the missing person. That day, he killed the other party on the spur of the moment. Afraid of taking responsibility, he hid the body in the outer wall of the building he was building. Dead without proof.
At that time, he was building the walls of the forty-fourth floor of this office building.
The case is broken, but the corpse has been integrated into the wall and cannot be taken out at all, so the corpse can only be left there, always "staring" at the people who come and go on this floor.
Regardless of whether this story is true or not, the forty-fourth floor is indeed a bit wicked.
I have noticed that no matter what company moves into the forty-fourth floor, it will close down or relocate very quickly. It seems that no one can stay for more than three months.
The huge forty-fourth floor is vacant all the year round, which is very wrong in itself.
In the past two months, another new company has moved into the forty-fourth floor.
I paid special attention to the floor plan of the lobby. The sign said that it was a broadcasting company called "Santuchuan".
No, no, the point I want to talk about is not the newly moved "Santuchuan".
The point is, the forty-fourth floor, known as the "Death Floor", seems to have become more violent recently.
Here's a summary of the gossip I heard from the pantry when I was fishing for fish and sneaking around.
First of all, the "44" button on the elevator floor disappeared mysteriously, and the button jumped directly from "43" to "45" without any excess.
Logically speaking, even if the original button is removed and the floor number is reordered, there should be an extra blank button.
But like me, the old fritters that have been used in elevators for four years, I can't see anything wrong with the metal panel that looks quite old. It seems that the number "44" is not originally. The same exists.
Secondly, when the cleaning aunt used to clean the trash can in the corridor in the evening, out of curiosity, she deliberately turned to the forty-fourth floor to take a look. As a result, she almost couldn't come out again.
In Auntie Cleaning's own words, she walked back and forth in a "concave"-shaped corridor for an entire hour.
Thirdly, it is the reflection of the security guards in the office building. Recently, the monitoring of the building often fails for no reason.
Not to mention the forty-fourth floor, no matter how many times it is reinstalled, it will be broken the next day. Moreover, even the monitoring in the main entrance, elevators and corridors often fails, and there is no need to invite someone to repair it, as long as it takes three or five minutes, it will return to normal on its own.
For this reason, the property suspects that the monitoring system has been hacked by hackers. In order to ensure safety, the security company that provides monitoring equipment has also been asked to check twice. The other party swears to ensure that their system has never been hacked. Or just a small bug caused by the network.
But bugs have appeared frequently, so who would feel that something is not quite right
It is said that the security guards will go around the forty-fourth floor very tacitly to ensure their personal safety.
Having said so much, it's just a foreshadowing. What I'm going to say now is my horrific experience last night.
Last night, like countless other nights, I worked overtime until 10:30 p.m. before returning home.
It wasn't until I was about to get to the station that I realized that I forgot my apartment key and hurried back to the office.
While waiting for the elevator, I met a peerless beauty!
The girl was in her twenties, with a long black head tied into a ponytail, almost hanging down to her waist, with a beautiful face, snow-white skin, and a tall stature.
Okay, I admit, seeing such a beautiful girl, I really can't control my heartbeat, and my mind is full of "putting makeup off and spring breeze, smiling for a thousand dollars", "Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color." Such sour poems, but I couldn't find the courage to strike up a conversation with the beauty. Allegory
At this moment, with a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.
The beauty entered the elevator and leaned on the left.
I followed in with hands and feet, and naturally stood on the right side.
In front of me is the elevator control panel.
At this time, I suddenly realized that the most important and possibly the only chance to strike up a conversation with me is finally here!
I took a deep breath and said, "Beauty, which floor are you going to?"
The beauty replied: "Forty-fourth floor, thank you."
I admit that I was fascinated by beauty at the time, my brain was shut down and my IQ was disconnected. I didn't even realize what was wrong, and I just pressed the "44" button for her diligently.
The elevator rose slowly.
Only now did I wake up.
—Shit, the "44" button is long gone!
- Why did it suddenly appear again now!
After I figured this out, my hairs stood on end, and I almost didn't pee my pants on the spot.
I didn't even have the courage to look back to confirm whether there was a shadow of the peerless beauty standing behind me.
A minute in the elevator box was a torment for me.
Finally, there was another "ding" sound.
I looked up and saw that the elevator had reached the forty-fourth floor.
The elevator door opened slowly.
Then, I saw a scene that almost suffocated me.
Outside the door, also stood a beautiful woman.
She has a long black head tied into a ponytail, snow-skinned red lips, and a national beauty.
Beauty is extremely beautiful, it should be touching, but the problem is - her face is exactly the same as the beauty who should be standing beside me! !
I saw the beauty outside the door smiling slightly at me and said:
"You came-"
…
What happened next, I don't know anything.
Yes, I fainted in shame.
But I'm pretty sure it must be a female ghost! Otherwise, how can there be a clone technique!
I am Zhang Shan, a mountain of rocks.
The above are the horror stories that I have personally experienced.
Everyone please believe me!
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Since the "Santuchuan" moved into the office building in the downtown business district, the "Death Floor" has rapidly fermented in just two months. Trends in famous urban legends.
This is so embarrassing.
On this day, at the breakfast table, Wei Fuyuan opened a WeChat metaphysics account he subscribed to, and saw the headline "How fiendish are ghosts?" "After that, a sip of tea was almost impossible to choked in the intake pipe.
"Ugh! Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough, cough!!"
He coughed while pounding his chest, and out of the corner of his eye did not forget to glance at his mobile phone, scanning the article feed at a glance, wanting to see what was said on it.
This official account claims to have a Taoist background, and several Taoist priests sit in the town. Most of the original articles pushed on weekdays analyze problems from the perspective of Feng Shui metaphysics. There are also two reader Q&A columns every week, which can solve some problems for the seekers remotely. See It looks pretty normal, kind of like that.
However, this time, the newly released "How ferocious are ghosts in the dead layer?" "But it seems that TVB's late-night TV is possessed. From the title to the content, it is full of the feeling of pretending to be a gimmick, which makes people complain about the editor's lack of integrity, and at the same time can't help but want to see what was written.
Wei Fuyuan has been with Beiquan for a period of time, and he is also a diligent and inquisitive character, and he has learned a little bit more or less.
So he could see that the person who wrote this article was afraid that he had never even been in the office building, so he relied on the appearance of a certain real-life map to make up his mind, and he came to a conclusion that "this building has poor feng shui and is easy to provoke evil spirits." conclusion.
Wei Fuyuan was really "??".
In fact, the reason why he chose this "Death Floor" as the new location of "Santuchuan" was entirely because its rent was much cheaper than similar buildings.
In the rental market, "cheap" usually means that it's a haunted house that has had an accident.
But at that time, Comrade Xiao Wei thought about it, what if someone died in that building, they are not an ordinary company, no matter how fierce the red-clothed ghost is, it can be fiercer than "in private, not all employees ( Normal) people" "Santugawa"!
If it is just a psychological effect of catching the wind, if there is really something unclean in the office building, if they move there, they will just be able to "clean" the other party for free, which can be regarded as a good deed.
What's more, although Young Master Wei is worth millions, he is not a bad guy. He can rent a large company with a good location and working environment for one-third of the price. There is a better choice than this.
At that time, Young Master Wei thought very beautifully, full of confidence and joy. After spending a day finalizing the company's new location, he devoted himself to the more important event of finding a love nest.
He never thought about it at all, their "Three Ways" are not suitable for driving in a commercial building with people coming and going...
…
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
Seeing that Wei Fuyuan was choked with water, he was about to cough up his lung tubes, Beiquan next to the dining table got up and patted his back gently, "It seems that we can only move out of this office building. "
Wei Fuyuan managed to stop the choking, but he couldn't speak properly. He just raised his head and stared at Beiquan with a pair of big tearful (coughing) eyes, his eyes full of accusation.
"Can't you withdraw those formations you put in the office building?"
Wei Fuyuan felt that the security of the office building was actually very good, with complete security, strict access control, and surveillance everywhere.
Beiquan smiled slightly and asked coldly, "Then do you think those security guards, access control and surveillance are useful to me?"
Wei Fuyuan suddenly got stuck.
Beiquan smiled again and asked, "Then if there are one or two more 'A Song's who are coveting ghosts, can the security, access control, and surveillance be able to stop him?"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He had to admit that Beiquan made a lot of sense.
Beiquan continued: "Besides, if the formation is withdrawn now, our 'Santuchuan' will soon be stepped over the threshold by good people."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He didn't even want to say a word.
"Don't worry, I still keep the dangerous building in the hutong."
Beiquan stretched out his arms and put his arms around Wei Fuyuan's shoulders, gave him a hard peck on his cheek, and said with a smile:
"Next week, let's move back!"
- Extra 2. End -
The author has something to say: yes, what Comrade Zhang Shan saw was actually Chi Xiao and Zhu Ling2333
One last episode left, hey!