Here Lies The Wicked

The gaze is in the direction of the accommodation building.

If Lee Dabao doesn't exaggerate, then there are 89 out of 10, and the problem is in the three dormitories inside.

However, thinking of Li Dabao's description, the woman who wore a red dress and red high heels in the middle of the night, and then mysteriously disappeared, raised a deep smile in the corner of her mouth.

He thinks he's got some idea who this red heel woman is.

Although according to Li Dabao, this woman has short hair...

“Old Goddess, I'll send you and the security guard out of White Tower Industrial Park first.” Fang said to the old god stick.

Dabao Li was in a hurry. The woman with the red high heels had not been rescued yet. She also asked if she would call the police first and wait for the police to come. Moreover, if he left without permission, he would be absent from work. If the boss found out, he would lose the job.

Fang did not explain, the clearer and more unclear this kind of thing, he directly stunned Li Dabao with real breath. Soon afterwards, when Fang was sending people to the entrance to Baita Industrial Park, he still didn't see the ghost of Koshuk painting.

“Little brother, will you be pigeoned?” The old baton holds onto Li Dabao's body, which Fang is passing on.

Square: “Speak well. ”

“Old Goddess, you and the security guard stay here, and if you meet someone I have to wait for, you tell her that I went to the secondary food processing plant. ”

“I intend to break into the ladies' room at night and look for the missing woman in red heels. ”

“At the same time, we want to know the details of the factory and, if we can, try to save the innocent workers there.

“But before I break into the ladies' room at night, can the old baton lend me your ancestral robe again?” Fang said, staring straight at the robe on the old god stick.

Use hangers and robes.

He didn't forget what he was trying to do with the old god stick.

“Okay!”

I don't know, the old god stick took off his robe this time.

Then, there was an old, relaxed white chopped chicken right in front of him, leaving only one big slit of beach pants.

Looking at the old white chopped chicken stick, Fang Zheng's eyes felt spicy.

“Old Goddess, didn't you always scream, 'Robes and cars don't lend out’? Why are you so generous all of a sudden?” Fang Zheng is still a little confused, which is somewhat different from the old god stick he knew.

Is it the same as in the village in front of the door? Is it a painting in front of you?

Ko Sook has always been around, pretending to be an old god stick?

Do you want to cut a knife and see if it bleeds... and leap right into your eyes?

The old god smiled thickly: "I don't know the other way around, but the old way I know, little brother, you're going to save people this time. ”

Square moved.

But the serious old god stick, he's always a little uncomfortable, he'd rather find the old god stick who talks to him about money again, that's more like the old god stick with flesh and blood.

Before the parting, the old god stick seemed to think of something, shouting at the back of the departed party: “Little brother, you haven't told the old man, who are you asking me to wait for? ”

Fang Zhengtou also did not reply: "Gao Shu painting. ”

Pfft!

Far away, Fang seems to hear something kneeling on the ground?

……

When Fang was stepping into the lodging building again, it was still quiet, and the whole building still gave him the feeling of cold, not unusually cold, but the feeling of cold hair not having to stand up.

It feels weird.

Even if repaired correctly, although the surrounding special magnetic field had little effect on him, it still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The women's toilet on the ground floor of the lodging building, which belongs to the public, passes through a quiet, obsolete aisle with an unpleasant smell of mold, through a special silent dormitory that sinks completely into the dark, and at the end of the aisle is the women's toilet.

Following the empty, piecemeal footsteps, there were only some distant energy-saving acoustic lights above the top of the head, emitting a dull, unclear light. When the footsteps went far, the acoustic lights went out and immediately fell into complete darkness behind them. For a while, the front and rear fell into darkness, unable to see the path and the end, only the only still lit dusk light seemed to be saying that this was a fork wandering on Yellow Springs Road.

And this fork in Yellow Springs Road is the front door of the ladies' room.

A figure standing in front of the ladies' room with a cloudy light above her head, just square.

Fang remembered that there always seemed to be bullshit about the ladies' room, no matter which city he went to. He had seen a bullshit about the ladies' room, saying it was the last door handle of the ladies' room that was always dusty.

Tap, plastic switch dampening, squarely touching the switch at the door position, women's toilet lit up when Lipton, a blank mirror reflecting a stinging white light.

One of the most anti-human designs in the world is to install acoustic lights in the toilet, which I'm glad I didn't meet here. I was looking at that row of black mold mirrors, retracting my gaze, and looking at the compartment on the left.

He seemed to shrug his head for a moment… tapping, turning off the ladies' toilet light and not stepping in.

Later, he started walking to the three empty dormitories that Li Dabao had described as right next to him.

The closer you get to those three empty dormitories, the thicker the dust around you, and it seems that very few people are usually willing to go near it, and everyone who lives here deliberately avoids it.

Moreover, it is true that the temperature is lower than elsewhere, and Li Dabao did not lie.

“Huh?”

Fang was shocked and something seemed to have been discovered.

Turns out he noticed a detail where there was no spider web at the corner of the wall or over the top of his head.

Rationally, in wet, dark corners like this, there are many insects, but the paint peels off the corner of the wall without a spider web.

Clicking, clicking... Rusty door handle can't turn, is it locked?

With a little bit of pressure, he pushed the dormitory door directly open. Huh. When the door was pushed open, the internal and external air pressures were different, and a gust of wind blew in the face.

The dormitory is simple, just a few empty beds filled with crates of clutter and a choking dusty smell, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Fang slightly sighed and left the first dormitory.

The empty footsteps snapped in the aisle, snapped, and came straight to the adjacent second dormitory.

“Hmm?”

The door handle in the second dorm is very damp. Almost half of the stainless steel door handle is corroded and rusted. More than that, the door and the square walls of the door frame are also very damp. The paint falls off especially severely.

Fang was just sitting at the door for a few seconds. He stepped forward and didn't push the door open. Instead, he went directly to the third empty dormitory in the nearest area.

Without any advance psychological preparation,

Squeaks,

Square directly brutally pushed the door of the third dormitory, muscles tightened on the arm, the blade box on the shoulder was about to explode, but the next moment, Square stopped.