Woodcarving to Record Abnormalities

Chapter 92: Dark stairs (four)

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The three people outside the small iron gate did not speak, and the scene was silent.

The eyes of the three people have been fixed on the string that is constantly being pulled in. The string has a thick bundle, and it is estimated that it may be at least 500 to 800 meters wide.

But the weight of the rope is very light, this material is both strong and light.

The string was pulled in bit by bit, it can be seen that Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo have been walking inside, and they are moving at a constant speed. There is nothing unusual for the time being.

The ordinary sheriff lit the cigarette that had just been extinguished again, and stood aside smoking the cigarette, but did not remove the string from his eyes.

The retired security guard learned from Shen Xing, squatting on the other side of the two bundles of string, carefully observing the movement. He has put on the cloth gloves left by Li Naijing.

It can be seen that both of them are very responsible.

Shen Xing stood up and fixed the other end of his own string to the railing next to the flowerbed, and pulled it very firmly.

Not long after, the string that was pulled into the small iron gate at a constant speed suddenly began to speed up, as if Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo were running in.

The trio's pupils shrank and they were surprised.

Immediately, I saw that Li Naijing's string speeded up again, and quickly pulled in with a swish. It was not running at all. It was as if Li Naijing was being dragged away quickly by something. The speed was beyond human's reach.

But Zhao Wenbo's string suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

"Something's wrong!"

The sheriff who was smoking quickly approached and stepped on his foot, preparing to step on the rope.

He didn't know that he had just stepped on the string, and his whole body was immediately brought into a big petition by the powerful force, and he lay on the ground with a bang.

The retired security hurriedly stretched out two gloved hands and grabbed the string that was pulling in quickly, but still couldn't pull it. The string that was pulled and the cloth gloves rubbed violently, and screamed. With a bang, light smoke started to emit from the surface of the thick gloves not long after.

The security guard stomped on the ground, his eyes were red, and he leaned back, pulling the string desperately.

Seeing that he couldn't hold it, Shen Xing turned his head and looked around, and saw a thick wooden stick not far away. He ran over and grabbed it. This wooden stick was almost as thick as the horizontal bar used for gymnastics.

When I came to the string that was constantly sliding in, I stretched out the wooden stick, clinging to the string and quickly wrapped it in a circle, wrapped the rope around the stick, grabbed the two ends of the stick with both hands, and dragged it desperately with the security guard. Live the rope.

With a click, unexpectedly by Shen Xing, the swift rope snapped the thick wooden stick in half instantly.

At the same moment, the security's cloth gloves were directly torn, the skin of his palm burst, blood flowed out, and he was frightened to let go.

The last piece of the string was also completely pulled in, causing the end of the string tied to the flowerbed railing at the other end of the string to snap and straighten, visible to the naked eye, the metal railing began to deform due to the pulling, and it made a sound of breaking inside the metal.

Click, the next second, the outside of the metal railing cracked, opening a gap.

"Hurry up!" Shen Xing immediately reminded the security guard and the sheriff.

The three quickly stepped aside.

With a bang, the metal railing was completely broken, and the broken part was quickly pulled into the small iron gate by this end of the string, clanging, and making noises of collision and friction with the ground.

After a few seconds, I can't hear it anymore.

The silence was restored outside, and the three looked at each other, but none of them spoke.

After a while, Shen Xing squatted down, pulled Zhao Wenbo's string, which was silent, and pulled it twice.

After a while, the other end also twitched twice.

This was the signal they had just agreed on, and two pulls meant that they were safe for the time being.

Shen Xing guessed that Zhao Wenbo and Li Naijing must have separated. He pulled the string three times again and asked the other party if he wanted to go down.

For a moment, there was a feeling of being pulled by the other end of the string in his hand, the same three times.

Shen Xing no longer hesitated, stood up and said to the sheriff and the security guard: "Call for support. Before the support comes, don't let anyone in the school approach this iron gate for the time being."

The two nodded and saw Shen Xing try to pull the string around his waist, then turned and walked in the small iron gate.

Not long after entering, the surroundings plunged into darkness.

Shen Xing turned on the flashlight and turned his head to look outside. Because he started to descend the stairs, he could no longer see the outside.

He has been paying attention to the straighter string belonging to Zhao Wenbo. The string is still there, not just lost like Li Naijing.

He pulled Zhao Wenbo's string and tugged again, meaning he was coming down. After a while, there was also a twitch in response.

Shen Xing flashed a flashlight and walked down the elevator all the way.

He doesn't believe that Li Naijing will finish playing so soon. After all, the other party is professional. Even if the string is pulled in by something weird, it is actually very easy for Li Naijing to get out, such as taking off the string from her waist. .

Soon I got down to the negative floor. The stairs here seem to be not as bizarre as the creamer said, and now they look normal.

Shen Xing looked around with a bright flashlight. This floor is similar to a warehouse. You can see it when you go down the stairs. There is no separate room, and a lot of old books and newspapers are piled up.

He paid attention to his mental antibodies, and there was no sign of abating.

Immediately turned on the different pupil to check this layer, and did not see any red aura symbolizing abnormality through the different pupil.

Looking at the rope belonging to Zhao Wenbo, the rope made a bend and extended to the second floor, but did not see the thin rope belonging to the creamer that was tied with half of the metal guardrail.

Shen Xing pulled Zhao Wenbo's string twice, and the other party quickly responded that Shen Xing did not stay on the negative first floor, but followed the stairs to the negative second floor.

Not long after, he came to the second floor.

The setting of this floor is the same as that of the negative floor, but the stacked things are different, all are shabby bookcases, tables and chairs, etc., and they are not neatly stacked, scattered everywhere.

Shen Xing turned on the different pupil again, and looked at this layer again, but still found no abnormalities.

Because the opening of the different pupil will continue to consume mental power, otherwise he would not use a flashlight at all now, turning on the different pupil is as easy as a night vision goggles.

Although nothing was found, Zhao Wenbo's string did not go to the minus third floor. Instead, it was on this floor, extending into between the desks, chairs and bookcases stacked everywhere, without seeing the specific location.

Shen Xing tugged the string twice, and the other end quickly tugged twice in response, proving that Zhao Wenbo was on this floor.

Shen Xing shone with a flashlight, guessing the approximate direction, walked into this floor, and yelled at the same time.

"Zhao Wenbo?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

He showed suspicion and alertness, and pulled the string next to him twice again, and there was an immediate response.

Shen Xing stopped pulling, but kept a half-meter distance from the string, moved forward, took out a black telescopic stick in one hand, and a flashlight in the other. He walked around several stacked wardrobes, tables and chairs, and quickly came here. One of the corners of the first floor against the wall.

Zhao Wenbo's string was still here, extending to the corner, but it was blocked by a large bookcase.

Shen Xing walked quickly, standing about three meters away from the bookcase, and the flashlight shone next to the bookcase.

A fat woman wearing a gray coat and disheveled hair stood here silently, holding the string in her right hand, her head drooping, and her hair covering most of her face, motionless. (End of this chapter)