Here Lies The Wicked

Grumbling...

As the blood flowed, the round flashlight was gently pushed down by the blood and the flashlight rolled around the ground.

The faint light shines out a lot of dust on the ground, little stones, and finally the flashlight, like a hit something, stops.

A face with big eyes in the light of a flashlight!

It's the captain's face on the floor!

The captain had died, his body had been torn in two halves, two bodies had been thrown on the ground, his intestines had bled to the ground.

And after the captain's body, it was the sarcophagus that had been completely opened.

Zzz!

Like intense electromagnetic interference, the flashlight had a faint light bulb, flashed a few times, and finally banged, the bulb burst, and the basement was completely in perpetual darkness.

The flashlight is like the last second of darkness, like a pale woman's face!

……

Fang Zhengyin, after entering the memory of the deceased, soon found the owner of the body, Zhang Yongmao.

Pfft, pfft!

Pfft, pfft!

Just as Fang walked into the building where Zhang Yongmao lived, he heard the stairwell. There was a rush to run.

He looked up at the stairwell with a dark green, haunted, colored soul light on his hand, and he saw the footsteps coming in the direction of several floors, on the eleventh floor.

Because he saw someone flashing on the eleventh floor.

It was supposed to be a quiet ghost town, suddenly heard footsteps, and saw a person. In fact, there is no need to guess and know that this person must be Zhang Yongmao, the victim that Fang Zheng is looking for.

Fang was standing in place, just a little bit of silence, then he with a hand-held soul light, tapped, footsteps please land on the stairs, he followed the cemented staircase at the foot, and started one step, one step, towards the eleventh floor.

He didn't choose the elevator.

There are three rules.

Two of them, the first quiet, and the second living person, cannot interfere with the dead.

Fang always kept in mind the rules of walking around. When he reached the tenth floor, he did not go directly to the eleventh floor, afraid to disturb the deceased Zhang Yongmao.

When he arrived on the tenth floor, he chose to go through the side door, enter the corridor on the tenth floor, and then through the window of the outer wall, he circled smoothly to the twelfth floor, and the person stood in the stairwell on the twelfth floor, probing himself from the stairwell on the twelfth floor, looking up and down towards the stairwell on the eleventh floor.

As a result, it was discovered that Zhang Yongmao, who had been running up and down the eleventh floor staircase, had disappeared sometime.

Also at this time, behind Fang Zheng, suddenly came a person's panic and impatient footsteps, and the footsteps rushed closer.

Fang Zheng suddenly turned back. Zhang Yongmao disappeared on the 11th floor. He appeared on the 12th floor!

Fang Zhengzheng's head sinked and he didn't even want to think about it. He immediately meditated on the spiritual martial arts monkey view. There was a monkey furious on his face, his hands gradually returned to his ancestors, his fingers grew longer, and he began to grow dark plush... But at this moment, Zhang Yongmao actually ran over from Fang Zhengzheng, his eyes didn't stay on the square for half a second, as if he didn't see the square.

Only Zhang Yongmao began to loop up again, and he repeated the scene on the eleventh floor.

People panicked, like they were scared, running up and down the platform between the eleventh and twelfth floors.

Repeatedly.

Scared pale in the face, a cold sweat, his mouth kept whimpering and mumbling.

Unfortunately, I can't hear you very well.

Square gaze to listen.

Pfft, pfft!

In the stairwell, only Zhang Yongmao ran up and down the panic footsteps for a while. The panic footsteps were in the narrow hallway, and crisp echoes continued to come out.

The atmosphere was a little depressing and dull for a while.

It was in this strange and repressive atmosphere that Fang finally heard what Zhang Yongmao had been mumbling about.

Yin Yang Ladder?

Yin Yang Ladder!!

Square frowned, as if caught in contemplation.

If you are not a professional, few people will know the term Yin Yang Ladder, because Yin Yang Ladder originally circulated from Feng Shui Xuan scholars.

It was later widely disseminated through masonry.

In modern times, as long as the workers of the construction site have heard more or less of the yin and yang ladders, when hitting the stairs, there will be a strict set of feng shui Xuan Xuan to follow.

Folks take the stairs, and there's a four-word word for it.

It's prosperity, prosperity, decay, end.

When hitting a staircase, a very strict digital cycle must be followed, that is, the end of a cycle of staircases, which must begin with prosperity or prosperity, and must begin with prosperity or prosperity.

The last step of each staircase must not fall on decay or the last word.

That would be considered ominous.

There will be great harm to the master.

However, there are also places where staircases are based on five lines of yin and yang, where cultural practices vary, and where the conversion tactics of the yin and yang ladder vary.

But the same way, no matter what the mantra, there is a mathematical logic to follow, just like Zhou Yi's gossip.

Live as a yang, you have to take the yang road.

The roads of the living cannot rob the roads of the dead, or they will become the ladders of the yin and yang.

Fang Zheng knew the Yin Yang ladder because after the recovery of the spiritual energy, he did a lot of research in this area, worked hard, and searched for information.

So more or less know some.

But it's limited to how much the outsiders know.

The digital cycle here is too complex, and he hasn't studied the digital changes yet.

Not everyone in this world is a mathematical genius. In ancient times, many masonry workers were illiterate, but this did not limit the wisdom of the working people. Over time, these masonry workers worked out a theory of their own.

If the yin and yang staircase trick does not count, the right foot must be the starting point, the right foot must be the falling point, and each floor, the staircase must end in the singular.

Just the ladder.

That is, only the living can leave.

Between floors, few stairs have even numerical stairs.

If the private house has a double staircase, the main family and the masonry have to fight.

This has been the case since ancient times, with the Yin and Yang Ladders.

In modern times, in the pursuit of science, one has studied why the ancients talked about hitting stairs following an singular, not an even.

Scientific experiments have shown that, with the exception of a few special people, the vast majority of them will be accustomed to the first stage of the stairs on their right foot, and to the last stage of the end of their right foot, and the brain will be given a confirmation instruction that the stairs have been completed. If the last step is to end with the left foot, the human brain subconsciously thinks the stairs are still unfinished and angry, then looks back and begins to wonder.

Later, we were experimenting, counting stairs, and it turns out that each staircase, or staircase between the two platforms, is the singular end, never the even end.

However, there are a few exceptions, such as shopping malls, schools and so on, because of their popularity, they are trampled on every day, and they have a lot of sunshine every day.

As soon as Fang heard Zhang Yongmao's mumbling yin and yang ladder, he immediately reacted to this matter, precisely because he had counted the stairs before.