Chapter 3: Are There Ghosts?

  The words spoken by the sharp-mouthed monkey hanging in mid-air suddenly came to mind.

  Are there ghosts?!

  A gust of wind blew by, and the fatty and I exchanged a glance, both seeing an inexplicable horror in each other's eyes.

  The two of them hastily left this place, as if they had both forgotten their fatigue and pain.

  Back in the old warehouse, the two people found that the bloody smell here was indeed heavier.

  That sharp-mouthed monkey suddenly let out a sinister "heh heh heh" and said, "We will all die... you, and you, including me, we will all die... this is hell!"

  Xiao Feng was so angry he could hardly bear to raise his hand and shoot him. He took a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed down.

  Suddenly, just at this moment.

  Wooooo...

  A string of sounds rose up.

  Like a young child crying, also like a wronged woman wailing.

  Xiao Feng's body hair all stood up.

  His neck mechanically turned two circles.

  Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled: "This... this I know"

  He followed the sound and walked past the whole text.

  That was a pipe protruding from outside the wall and straight into the ground.

  The sound is coming from here.

  Xiao Feng picked up an iron pipe from beside him and forcefully knocked on the pipeline several times.

  The sound of "dang dang dang" is annoying to hear.

  Suddenly a loud "clunk" sound came from inside the pipe, as if something huge had fallen down, and the "humming" noise also disappeared at the same time.

  Xiao Feng put down the iron pipe and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  Ghost? How can there be ghost?

  The howling of ghosts is just the sound of the wind blowing through small gaps.

  This is too childish!

  But he was a bit curious, what exactly was that thing that rolled down with a loud noise just now, and why did it block this pipe leading directly underground.

  Let out a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

  But it was at this very moment, when he was most relaxed...

  "We are now broadcasting the evening news. The 103 supercase has not been cracked by the police so far, but according to relevant sources, there have been specific leads... The whole nation is promoting a new trend, doctors do not accept red envelopes..."

  Very loud.

  The TV suddenly turned on in the corner.

  It was so good-looking that it almost scared Xiaofeng out of his wits.

  In a rage, he searched all around and found a small hut beside the rolling curtain door. The hut had one door and one window, with an iron wire mesh inside the window. The voice was coming from inside.

  Xiao Feng leaned against the window and took a look inside, only to find an old TV playing the news.

  The image is too poor and it's impossible to see the time displayed on it.

  She pulled the door again with force and found that it was already locked and couldn't be opened.

  Xiao Feng glared around, finally fixing his gaze on Jian Muzi's face, and bellowed: "Remote control! Hand over the remote control! If you keep pretending to be a ghost, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

  The sharp-mouthed monkey smiled and said, "You really don't remember anything? Okay, I'd like to ask you, is there a remote control in this world that can turn on that TV from here?"

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

  In fact... it's really like that, the pointed mouth is floating in mid-air, and it's in the middle. That room is next to the door, not to mention the distance of several tens of meters in between, just talking about that thick wall...

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around, then picked up an iron rod from the ground and knocked wildly at the door.

  A hole was knocked out near the door handle, followed by a forceful pry.

  Got it.

  The wood has been split.

  The door is open.

  Xiao Feng didn't dare enter at first, so he kicked the door open with one foot and held his gun up to scan left and right.

  The house is really small.

  A single bed, a desk, and next to it this TV stand, apparently this is the 'receiving room' that looks good.

  Xiao Feng walked over and turned off the TV with a wave of his hand.

  Heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head to leave.

  Just as they were about to reach the door, the TV suddenly beeped and turned on again.

  Xiao Feng was quiet for about two seconds, then... suddenly raised the iron rod and rushed towards the TV.

  Just as he was about to knock on it, Fatso shouted from a short distance away: "Hold up! Are you sure you want to do this?"

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and turned his head to ask: "What's wrong?"

  The fatty's face turned iron-green as he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Take a good look, then... decide again."

  Xiao Feng looked in the direction of his fingers and found that it was behind the TV, a socket.

  Above... empty and hollow.

  Further down, a power cord hangs from the TV set, weakly... dangling on the corner of the table.

  Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his lower back, adrenaline rushed out, his eyes widened, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been washed by water.

  He took three steps back, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed out the door, closing it behind him once again.

  Heavily panting, Xiaofeng widened his eyes and asked: "What...what's going on? Is this really a ghost?!

  The fat man let out a wry smile and shook his head, saying: "I don't believe it, but... I trust my own eyes."

  "My god!"

  Xiao Feng cursed and rushed back to the door, frantically pounding on the rolling shutter.

  Turning his head to take a look, he found that the 'corpse' was still lying in the middle, apparently already dead.

  Xiao Feng painfully rubbed his temples, suddenly had an epiphany, and hurriedly ran to the back of a machine. When he saw that no one was staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

  Open it and find a line of small words written in very sloppy handwriting on it.

  "Don't believe anyone, escape!"

  Xiao Feng bitterly smiled and secretly said: "I also want to escape, but where can I escape to?"

  Pick up the paper strip.

  Suddenly stunned again.

  He hastily took out the paper again and rummaged through his body, and actually found a ballpoint pen in the pocket of his shirt. He then scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

  The color... is the same.

  The handwriting... is also the same.

  Is this written by yourself?!

  Write for yourself?

  "Damn it! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng knocked on his own head, angry at himself for not being able to remember anything. It would be better if he could just recall something useful.

  After a brief pause, she took a deep breath and walked out from behind the machine again.

  Found a fat man alone fiddling with two iron bars, as if he wanted to tie them together.

  Has he... found a way out?

  As he thought, Xiao Feng walked along the wall and made a circle around this huge factory building.

  There is a ladder that leads to the second floor.

  He hastily climbed up and found that the platform on the second floor, which was like a 'surrounding edge', could reach the window.

  Overjoyed, he ran over, but unfortunately saw that there was still a layer of iron wire mesh outside the window.

  The disbelieving man smashed the glass with the rifle butt, but the iron wire mesh was too thick and could not be opened no matter what method was used.

  Xiao Feng even fired two shots upwards, breaking a few iron wires, but only managed to create a hole in the wire mesh that was just big enough for a thumb to pass through, and still couldn't get out.

  "Wow!"

  His finger suddenly hurt, and it turned out that a wire had scratched open a mouthful of flesh, and fresh blood flowed out directly.

  Xiao Feng's temper was stirred up to the extreme, his liver hurt from anger.

  He lifted his foot and kicked the wall with force twice.

  But... Ka-boom! ~

  Suddenly, with a loud noise, the platform he was standing on broke off!

  The part that came into contact with the wall suddenly broke off, and the platform, which was like a webbed foot, tilted to one side with a whoosh.

  "I'm going to die!!"

  Xiao Feng let out a scream of over eight octaves, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall, but felt her body being bounced again, suspended in mid-air.

  The metallic sound made him sway like a wheat ear in the wind.

  Open your eyes, and suddenly you're drenched in cold sweat again.

  Right before his eyes, a long iron bar was thrusting towards him!

  No, he didn't rush over, but rather, with that swaying motion, he crashed into the iron bar.

  Xiao Feng suddenly twisted his body, trying to dodge.

  At this time, the rack that had shaken a few times finally broke with a "crack".

  Xiao Feng's eyebrow was stuck to the iron bar and fell down, his body crashed into a machine with a loud noise, then flipped over again, flat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

  About ten seconds later.

  "Ah..."

  Xiao Feng sighed and slowly got up from the ground.

  Every part of my body aches, especially the corners of my eyebrows and lower back.

  All of them were scorching pain.

  Without even touching it with his hand, Xiao Feng's right eye had become blurry, blocked by the blood that was left behind.

  He hastily tore off a corner and pressed it against his own head.

  He now regrets wrapping his pistol around his hand, otherwise... when he fell down just now, he could clearly grab the iron railing of that platform.

  But in doing so, he became calm instead.

  He couldn't vent his anger at all and was suffocated by this unfortunate fact.

  Inhale...... exhale......

  A sharp pain shot through his chest.

  Dawn looked around, but found that this time, he almost died, but the fat man didn't even come over to take a look, which made his doubts even more intense.

  Limping and hobbling into the arena.

  Pointed-mouthed monkey saw him first and burst out laughing, saying: "Not dead? You're really lucky!"

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and glared at him for a moment before walking in to see what Bao Zi was up to.

  But found him still fiddling with those iron bars, lined up one by one, wrapped with rags and whatnot.

  Always lowering his head and fiddling with things, completely ignoring others.

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and took a glance at him before turning his head to continue scanning their surroundings.

  In the end, he found it was indeed the place of that truck, which could be considered an exit.

  Go or not go?

  Gritting her teeth, Xiaofeng came back to the vicinity of the truck again.

  This time he took down his pistol and tucked it into his own waistband, then climbed back in through the car window.

  Pull the handbrake and let it go down.

  Then he poked his head under the steering wheel and tried to pry open the plastic cover on the surface, looking for the wires inside.

  If the car still has electricity, it may coincidentally start the car.

  But after drilling in, it was found that the clutch is convenient, and there is a square box at the recessed position near the car door.

  About forty centimeters long and wide cube.

  She wrinkled her brow and picked it up.

  Very heavy, about twenty kilograms of text.

  There is a small copper lock on top, and several nail buckles that look very strong.

  Put it by your ear and shake it gently.

  Rustling sounds.

  First was puzzlement, then... he suddenly threw the box directly out of the window.

  His hands kept rubbing his thighs.

  What's wrong with your head?!!!

  The gentle breeze is also having some difficulty breathing.

  Looked around and felt hives all over the body, itchy and scratching.

  Suddenly flipped over, looked back from the car seat...

  Black all over, it's all blood!

  "Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

  He rolled and crawled out of the car window again.

  Ran far away, constantly covering his own chest.

  Until the pain all over his body came back again, he sat weakly on the ground.

  My mouth is extremely dry and my throat feels like it's on fire.

  "Got... got to find some water, otherwise I'll pass out..."

  Just as he lifted his head to look around, he suddenly saw a wall-like thing rushing towards him! Xiaofeng felt a chill run down his spine.

  The phrase that the sharp-mouthed monkey said while hanging in mid-air suddenly came to mind and it sounds nice.

  Are there ghosts?!

  A gust of wind blew by, and the fatty and I exchanged a glance, both seeing an inexplicable horror in each other's eyes.

  The two of them hastily left this place, as if they had both forgotten their fatigue and pain.

  Back in the old warehouse, the two people found that the bloody smell here was indeed heavier.

  That sharp-mouthed monkey suddenly let out a sinister "heh heh heh" and said, "We will all die... you, and you, including me, we will all die... this is hell!"

  Xiao Feng was so angry he could hardly bear to raise his hand and shoot him. He took two deep breaths before gradually calming down.

  Suddenly, just at this moment.

  Wooooo...

  A string of sounds rose up.

  Like a young child crying, also like a wronged woman wailing.

  Xiao Feng's body hair all stood up.

  His neck mechanically turned two circles.

  Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled: "This... this I know"

  He followed the sound and walked over.

  That was a pipe protruding from outside the wall and straight into the ground.

  The sound is coming from here.

  Xiao Feng picked up an iron pipe from beside him and forcefully knocked on the pipeline several times.

  The sound of "dang dang dang" is annoying to hear.

  Suddenly a loud "crash" came from inside the pipe, as if something huge had fallen down, and that "humming" sound also disappeared at the same time.

  Xiao Feng put down the iron pipe and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  Ghost? How can there be ghost?

  The howling of ghosts is just the sound of the wind blowing through small gaps.

  This is too childish!

  But he was a bit curious, what exactly was that thing that rolled down with a loud noise just now, and why did it block this pipe leading directly underground.

  Heaved a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

  But it was at this very moment, when he was most relaxed...

  "We are now broadcasting the evening news. The 103 super case has not been cracked by the police so far, but according to relevant sources, there have been specific clues... The whole nation is promoting a new atmosphere, doctors do not accept red envelopes..."

  Very loud.

  The TV suddenly turned on in the corner.

  Xiao Feng was so startled that he almost got a nosebleed.

  In a rage, he searched all around and found a small hut beside the rolling curtain door. The hut had one door and one window, with an iron net inside the window. The voice was coming from inside.

  Xiao Feng leaned against the window and took a look inside, only to find an old TV playing the news.

  The image is too poor and it's impossible to see the time displayed on it.

  She pulled the door again with force and found that it was already locked and couldn't be opened.

  Xiao Feng glared around, finally fixing his gaze on Jian Muzi's face, and bellowed: "Hand over the remote control! Give me the remote control! If you keep pretending to be a ghost, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

  The sharp-mouthed monkey smiled and said, "You really don't remember anything? Okay, I'd like to ask you, is there a remote control in this world that can turn on that TV from here?"

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

  In fact... it's really like that, the pointed mouth is floating in mid-air, and it's in the middle. That room is next to the door, not to mention the distance of several tens of meters in between, just talking about that thick wall...

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around, then picked up an iron rod from the ground and knocked wildly at the door.

  A hole was knocked out near the door handle, followed by a forceful pry.

  Got it.

  "Ah-ha."

  The wood has been split.

  The door is open.

  Xiao Feng didn't dare enter at first, so he kicked the door open with one foot and held his gun up to scan left and right.

  The house is really small.

  A single bed, a desk, and next to it this TV stand, apparently this is the 'receiving room'.

  Xiao Feng walked over and turned off the TV with a wave of his hand.

  Let out a sigh of relief and turned around to leave.

  Just as they were about to reach the door, the TV suddenly beeped and turned on again.

  Xiao Feng was quiet for about two seconds, then... suddenly raised the iron rod and rushed towards the TV.

  Just as he was about to knock on it, Fatso shouted from a short distance away: "Hold on Full Text! Are you sure you want to do this?"

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and turned his head to ask: "What's wrong?"

  The fatty's face turned iron-green as he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Take a good look, then... decide again."

  Xiao Feng looked in the direction of his fingers and found that it was behind the TV, a socket.

  Above... empty and hollow.

  Further down, a power cord hangs from the TV set, weakly... dangling on the corner of the table.

  Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his lower back, adrenaline rushed out, his eyes widened, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been washed by water.

  He took three steps back, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed out the door, closing it behind him again.

  Heavily panting, Xiaofeng widened his eyes and asked: "What...what's going on? Is this really a ghost?!

  The fat man let out a wry smile and shook his head, saying: "I don't believe it, but... I trust my own eyes."

  "My god!"

  Xiao Feng cursed and rushed back to the door, frantically pounding on the rolling shutter.

  Turning his head to take a look, he found that the 'corpse' was still lying in the middle, apparently already dead.

  Xiao Feng painfully rubbed his temples, suddenly had an epiphany, and hurriedly ran to the back of a machine. When he saw that no one was staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

  Open it and find a line of small words written in very sloppy handwriting on it.

  "Don't believe anyone, escape!"

  Xiao Feng bitterly smiled and secretly said: "I also want to escape, but where can I escape to?"

  Fold up the paper strip completely.

  Suddenly stunned again.

  He hastily took out the paper again and rummaged through his body, and actually found a ballpoint pen in the pocket of his shirt. He then scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

  The color... is the same.

  The handwriting... is also the same.

  Is this written by yourself?!

  Written for oneself?

  "Damn it! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng knocked on his own head, angry at himself for not being able to remember anything. It would be better if he could just recall something useful.

  After a brief moment of silence, Xiaofeng took a deep breath and walked out from behind the machine again.

  Found a fat man alone fiddling with two iron bars, as if he wanted to tie them together.

  Has he... found a way out?

  As he thought, Xiao Feng walked along the wall and made a circle around this huge factory building.

  There is a ladder that leads to the second floor.

  He hastily climbed up and found that the platform on the second floor, which was like a 'surrounding edge', could reach the window.

  Overjoyed, he ran over, but unfortunately saw that there was still a layer of iron wire mesh outside the window.

  The unbelieving evil smashed the glass with a gun butt, but that layer of iron wire mesh was too thick, and no matter what method was used, it couldn't be opened at all.

  Xiao Feng even fired two shots upwards, breaking a few iron wires, but only managed to create a hole in the wire mesh that was just big enough for a thumb to pass through, and still couldn't get out.

  "Ah~"

  His finger suddenly hurt, and it turned out that a wire had scratched open a wound, and fresh blood flowed out.

  Xiao Feng's temper was stirred up to the extreme, his liver hurt from anger.

  He lifted his foot and kicked the wall with force twice.

  But... Ka-boom! ~

  Suddenly, with a loud noise, the platform he was standing on broke off!

  The part that came into contact with the wall suddenly broke off, and the platform, which was like a webbed foot, tilted to one side with a whoosh.

  "I'm going to die!!"

  Xiao Feng let out a scream of over eight octaves, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall, but felt her body being bounced again, suspended in mid-air.

  The metallic sound made him sway like a wheat ear in the wind.

  Opened his eyes, and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat again.

  Right before his eyes, a long iron bar was thrusting towards him!

  No, he didn't rush over, but rather, with that swaying motion, he crashed into the iron bar.

  Xiao Feng suddenly twisted his body, trying to dodge.

  At this time, the rack that had shaken a few times finally broke with a "crack".

  Xiao Feng's eyebrow was stuck to the iron bar and fell down, his body crashed into a machine with a loud noise, then flipped over again, flat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

  About ten seconds later.

  "Ah..."

  Xiao Feng sighed and slowly got up from the ground.

  Every part of my body aches, especially the corners of my eyebrows and lower back.

  All of them were scorching pain.

  Without even touching it with his hand, Xiao Feng's right eye had become blurry, blocked by the blood that was left behind.

  He hastily tore off a corner and pressed it against his own head.

  He now regrets wrapping his pistol around his hand, otherwise... when he fell down just now, he could clearly grab the iron railing of that platform.

  But in this way, he calmed down instead.

  He was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger at all, and was suffocated by this unfortunate fact.

  Inhale... exhale...

  A sharp pain shot through his chest.

  Dawn looked around, but found that this time, he almost died, but the fat man did not come over to take a look, which made his doubts even more.

  Limping and hobbling into the arena.

  Pointed-mouthed monkey saw him first and burst out laughing, saying: "Not dead? You're really lucky!"

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and glared at him for a moment before walking in to see what Bao Zi was up to.

  But found he was still messing with those iron bars, lined up one by one, wrapped in rags and whatnot to look good.

  Always lowering his head and fiddling with things, completely ignoring others.

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and took a glance at him before turning his head to continue scanning their surroundings.

  In the end, he found it was indeed the place of that truck, which could be considered an exit.

  Go or not go?

  Gritting her teeth, Xiaofeng came back to the vicinity of the truck once again.

  This time he took down his pistol and tucked it into his own waistband, then climbed back in through the car window.

  Pull the handbrake and let it go down.

  Then he poked his head under the steering wheel and tried to pry open the plastic cover on the surface to find the wires inside.

  If the car still has electricity, it may coincidentally start the car.

  But after drilling in, it was found that the clutch is convenient, and there is a square box at the recessed position near the car door.

  About forty centimeters long and wide cube.

  She wrinkled her brow and picked it up.

  Very heavy, about twenty kilograms.

  There is a small copper lock on top, and several nail buckles that look very strong.

  Put it by your ear and shake it gently.

  Rustling sounds.

  First was puzzlement, then... he suddenly threw the box directly out of the window.

  His hands kept rubbing his thighs.

  A portrait? Looks good!

  The gentle breeze is also having some difficulty breathing.

  Looked around and felt hives all over the body, itchy and scratchy.

  Suddenly flipped over, looked back from the car seat...

  Black all over, it's all blood!

  "Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

  He rolled and crawled out of the car window again.

  Ran far away, constantly covering his own chest.

  Until the pain all over his body came back again, he sat weakly on the ground.

  My mouth is extremely dry and my throat feels like it's on fire.

  "Got... got to find some water, otherwise I'll pass out..."

  Just as he lifted his head to look around, he suddenly saw a wall-like thing rushing towards him! Xiaofeng felt a chill run down his spine.

  The words spoken by the sharp-mouthed monkey hanging in mid-air suddenly came to mind.

  Are there ghosts?!

  A gust of dawn wind blew by, and the fatty and I exchanged a glance, both seeing an inexplicable horror in each other's eyes.

  The two of them hastily left this place, as if they had both forgotten their fatigue and pain.

  Back in the old warehouse, the two people found that the bloody smell here was indeed heavier.

  That sharp-mouthed monkey suddenly let out a sinister "heh heh heh" and said, "We will all die... you, and you, including me, will all die... this is the entire text of hell!"

  Xiao Feng was so angry he could hardly bear to raise his hand and shoot him. He took two deep breaths before gradually calming down.

  Suddenly, just at this moment.

  Wooooo...

  A string of sounds rose up.

  Like a young child crying, also like a wronged woman wailing.

  Xiao Feng's body hair all stood up.

  His neck mechanically turned two circles.

  Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled: "This... this I know"

  He followed the sound and walked over there.

  That was a pipe protruding from outside the wall and straight into the ground.

  The sound is coming from here.

  Xiao Feng picked up an iron pipe from beside him and forcefully knocked on the pipeline several times.

  The sound of "dang dang dang" is annoying to hear.

  Suddenly a loud "clunk" sound came from inside the pipe, as if something huge had fallen down, and the "humming" noise also disappeared at the same time.

  Xiao Feng put down the iron pipe and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  Ghost? How can there be ghost?

  The howling of ghosts is just the sound of the wind blowing through small gaps.

  This is too childish!

  But he was a bit curious, what was that thing that rolled down with a loud noise just now, and why did it block the pipe leading directly to the ground?

  Let out a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

  But it was at this very moment, when he was most relaxed...

  "We are now broadcasting the evening news. The 103 super case has not been cracked by the police so far, but according to relevant sources, there have been specific clues... The whole nation is promoting a new atmosphere, doctors do not accept red envelopes..."

  Very loud.

  The TV suddenly turned on in the corner.

  Xiao Feng was so startled that he almost got a nosebleed.

  In a rage, he searched all around and found a small hut beside the rolling curtain door. The hut had one door and one window, with an iron wire mesh inside the window. The voice was coming from inside.

  Xiao Feng leaned against the window and took a look inside, only to find an old TV playing the news.

  The image is too poor and it's impossible to see the time displayed on it.

  She pulled the door again with force and found that it was already locked and couldn't be opened.

  Xiao Feng glared around, finally fixing his gaze on the sharp-mouthed monkey's face, and bellowed: "Remote control! Hand over the remote control! If you keep pretending to be a ghost, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

  The sharp-mouthed monkey smiled and said, "You really don't remember anything? Okay, I'd like to ask you, is there a remote control in this world that can turn on that TV from here?"

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

  In fact... it's really like that, the pointed mouth is floating in mid-air, and it's in the middle. That room is next to the door, not to mention the distance of several tens of meters in between, just talking about that thick wall...

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around, then picked up an iron rod from the ground and violently knocked on the door.

  A hole was knocked out near the door handle, followed by a forceful pry.

  Got it.

  "Ah-ha."

  The wood has been split.

  The door is open.

  Xiao Feng didn't dare enter at first, so he kicked the door open with one foot and held his gun up to scan left and right.

  The house is really small.

  A single bed, a desk, and next to it this TV stand, apparently this is the 'receiving room'.

  Xiao Feng walked over and turned off the TV with a wave of his hand.

  Heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head to leave.

  Just as they were about to reach the door, the TV suddenly beeped and turned on again.

  Xiao Feng was quiet for about two seconds, then... suddenly raised the iron rod and rushed towards the TV.

  Just as he was about to knock on it, Fatso shouted from a short distance away: "Hold up! Are you sure you want to do this?"

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and turned his head to ask: "What's wrong?"

  The fatty's face turned iron-green as he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Take a good look, then... decide again."

  Xiao Feng looked in the direction of his fingers and found that it was behind the TV, a socket.

  Above... empty and hollow.

  Looking down again, a power cord hangs from the TV set, weakly... dangling on the corner of the table.

  Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his lower back, adrenaline rushed out, his eyes widened, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been washed by water.

  He took three steps back, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed out the door, closing it behind him once again.

  Heavily panting, Xiaofeng widened his eyes and asked: "What...what's going on? Is this really a ghost?!

  The fat man let out a wry smile and shook his head, saying: "I don't believe it, but... I trust my own eyes."

  "My god!"

  Xiao Feng cursed and rushed back to the door, frantically pounding on the rolling shutter.

  Turning his head to take a look, he found that the 'corpse' was still lying in the middle, apparently already dead.

  Xiao Feng painfully rubbed his temples, suddenly had an epiphany, and hurriedly ran to the back of a machine. When he saw that no one was staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

  Open it and find a line of small words written in very sloppy handwriting on it.

  "Don't believe anyone, escape!"

  Xiao Feng bitterly smiled and secretly said: "I also want to escape, but where can I escape to?"

  Pick up the paper strip.

  Suddenly stunned again.

  He hastily took out the paper again, then rummaged through his body for a while, and actually found a ballpoint pen in the pocket of his shirt, and then scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

  The color... is the same.

  The handwriting is also very nice.

  Is this written by yourself?!

  Written for oneself?

  "Damn it! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng knocked on his own head, angry at himself for not being able to remember anything. It would be better if he could just recall something useful.

  After a brief moment of silence, Xiaofeng took a deep breath and walked out from behind the machine again.

  Found a fat man alone fiddling with two iron bars, as if he wanted to tie them together.

  Has he... found a way out?

  As he thought, Xiao Feng walked along the wall and made a circle around this huge factory building.

  There is a ladder that leads to the second floor.

  He hastily climbed up and found that the platform on the second floor, which was like a 'surrounding edge', could reach the window.

  Overjoyed, he ran over, but unfortunately saw that there was still a layer of iron wire mesh outside the window.

  The evil guy smashed the glass with a gun butt, but that layer of iron wire mesh was too thick and couldn't be opened no matter what method was used.

  Xiao Feng even fired two shots upwards, breaking a few iron wires, but only managed to create a hole in the wire mesh that was just big enough for a thumb to pass through, and still couldn't get out.

  "Wow!"

  His finger suddenly hurt, and it turned out that a wire had scratched open a wound, and fresh blood flowed out.

  Xiao Feng's temper was stirred up to the extreme, his liver hurt from anger.

  Lifted her foot and kicked the wall twice with force, looking good.

  But... Ka-boom! ~

  Suddenly, with a loud noise, the platform he was standing on broke off!

  The part that came into contact with the wall suddenly broke off, and the platform, which was like a webbed foot, tilted to one side with a whoosh.

  "I'm going to die!!"

  Xiao Feng let out a scream of over eight octaves, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall, but felt her body being bounced again, suspended in mid-air.

  The metallic sound made him sway like a wheat ear in the wind.

  Opened his eyes, and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat again.

  Right before his eyes, a long iron bar was thrusting towards him!

  No, he didn't rush over, but rather, with that swaying motion, he crashed into the iron bar.

  Xiao Feng suddenly twisted his body, trying to dodge.

  At this time, the rack that had shaken a few times finally broke with a "crack".

  Xiao Feng's eyebrow was stuck to the iron bar and fell down, his body crashed into a machine with a loud noise, then flipped over again, flat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

  About ten seconds later.

  "Ah..."

  Xiao Feng sighed and slowly got up from the ground.

  Every part of my body aches, especially the corners of my eyebrows and lower back.

  All of them were scorching pain.

  Without even touching it with his hand, Xiao Feng's right eye had become blurry, blocked by the blood that was left behind.

  He hastily tore off a corner and pressed it against his own head.

  He now regrets wrapping his pistol around his hand, otherwise... when he fell down just now, he could clearly grab the iron railing of that platform.

  But in this way, he became calm instead.

  He couldn't vent his anger at all and was suffocated by this unfortunate fact.

  Inhale...... exhale......

  A sharp pain shot through his chest.

  Dawn looked around, but found that this time, he almost died, but the fat man did not come over to take a look, which made his doubts even more.

  Limping and hobbling into the arena.

  Pointed-mouthed monkey saw him first and burst out laughing, saying: "Not dead? You're really lucky!"

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and glared at him for a moment before walking in to see what Bao Zi was up to.

  But found him still messing with those iron bars, one by one lined up together, wrapped with rags and stuff.

  Always lowering his head and fiddling with things, completely ignoring others.

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and took a glance at him before turning his head to continue scanning their surroundings.

  In the end, he found it was indeed the place of that truck, which could be considered an exit.

  Go or not go?

  Gritting her teeth, Xiaofeng came back to the vicinity of the truck once again.

  This time he took down his pistol and tucked it into his own waistband, then crawled back in through the car window.

  Pull the handbrake and let it go down.

  Then he poked his head under the steering wheel and tried to pry open the plastic cover on the surface, looking for the wires inside.

  If the car still has electricity, it may coincidentally start the car.

  But after drilling in, it was found that the clutch is convenient, and there is a square box at the recessed position near the car door.

  About forty centimeters long and wide cube.

  Furrowed his brow and picked it up.

  Very heavy, about twenty kilograms.

  There is a small copper lock on top, and several nail buckles that look very strong.

  Put it next to your ear and shake it gently.

  Rustling sounds.

  First was puzzlement, then... he suddenly threw the box directly out of the window.

  His hands kept rubbing his thighs.

  What's with the head?!

  The gentle breeze is also having some difficulty breathing.

  Looked around and felt hives all over the body, itchy and scratchy.

  Suddenly flipped over, looked back from the car seat...

  Black all over, it's all blood!

  "Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

  Crawled out of the car window again and looked good.

  Ran far away, constantly covering his own chest.

  Until the pain all over his body came back again, he sat weakly on the ground.

  My mouth is extremely dry and my throat feels like it's on fire.

  "Got... got to find some water, otherwise I'll pass out..."

  Just as he lifted his head to look around, he suddenly saw a wall-like thing rushing towards him! Xiaofeng felt a chill run down his spine.

  The words spoken by the sharp-mouthed monkey hanging in mid-air suddenly came to mind.

  Are there ghosts?!

  A gust of wind blew by, and the fatty and I exchanged a glance, both seeing an inexplicable horror in each other's eyes.

  The two of them hastily left this place, as if they had both forgotten their fatigue and pain.

  Back in the old warehouse, the two people found that the bloody smell here was indeed heavier.

  That sharp-mouthed monkey suddenly let out a sinister "heh heh heh" and said, "We will all die... you, and you, including me, we will all die... this is hell!"

  Xiao Feng was so angry he could hardly bear to raise his hand and shoot him. He took two deep breaths before gradually calming down.

  Suddenly, just at this moment.

  Wooooo...

  A string of sounds rose up.

  Like a young child crying, also like a wronged woman wailing.

  The morning breeze made all the hairs on his body stand up, looking great.

  His neck mechanically turned two circles.

  Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled: "This... this I know"

  He followed the sound and walked over there.

  That was a pipe protruding from outside the wall and straight into the ground.

  The sound is coming from here.

  Xiao Feng picked up an iron pipe from beside him and forcefully knocked on the pipeline several times.

  The sound of "dang dang dang" is annoying to hear.

  Suddenly a loud 'clunk' sound came from inside the pipe, as if something huge had fallen down, and that 'humming' noise also disappeared at the same time.

  Xiao Feng put down the iron pipe and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  Ghost? How can there be ghost?

  The howling of ghosts is just the sound of the wind blowing through small gaps.

  This is too childish!

  But he was a bit curious, what exactly was that thing that rolled down with a loud noise just now, and why did it block this pipe leading directly underground.

  Let out a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

  But it was at this very moment, when he was most relaxed...

  "We are now broadcasting the evening news. The 103 supercase has not been cracked by the police so far, but according to relevant sources, there have been specific clues... The whole nation is promoting a new atmosphere, doctors do not accept red envelopes..."

  Very loud all text.

  The TV suddenly made a sound in the corner.

  Xiao Feng was so startled that he almost got a nosebleed.

  In a rage, he searched all around and found a small hut beside the rolling door. It had one door and one window, with iron wire mesh inside the window. The voice was coming from inside.

  Xiao Feng leaned against the window and took a look inside, only to find an old TV playing the news.

  The image is too poor and it's impossible to see the time displayed on it.

  She pulled the door again with force and found that it was already locked and couldn't be opened.

  Xiao Feng glared around, finally fixing his gaze on the sharp-mouthed monkey's face, and roared: "Remote control! Hand over the remote control! If you keep pretending to be a ghost, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

  The sharp-mouthed monkey smiled and said, "You really don't remember anything? Okay, I'd like to ask you, is there a remote control in this world that can turn on that TV from here?"

  Xiao Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

  In fact... it's really like that, the pointed mouth is floating in mid-air, and it's in the middle. That room is next to the door, not to mention the distance of several tens of meters in between, just talking about that thick wall...

  Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around, then picked up an iron rod from the ground and knocked wildly at the door.

  A hole was knocked out near the door handle, followed by a forceful pry.

  Got it.

  "Ah-ha."

  The wood has been split.

  The door is open.

  Xiao Feng didn't dare enter at first, so he kicked the door open with one foot and held his gun to look around cautiously.

  The house is really small.

  A single bed, a desk, and next to it this TV stand, apparently this is the 'receiving room'.

  Xiao Feng walked over and turned off the TV with a wave of his hand.

  Heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head to leave.

  Just as they were about to reach the door, the TV suddenly beeped and turned on again.

  Xiao Feng was quiet for about two seconds, then... suddenly raised the iron rod and rushed towards the TV.

  Just as he was about to knock on it, Fatso shouted from a short distance away: "Hold up! Are you sure you want to do this?"

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and turned his head to ask: "What's wrong?"

  The fatty's face turned iron-green as he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, saying: "Take a good look, then... decide again."

  Xiao Feng looked in the direction of his fingers and found that it was behind the TV, a socket.

  Above... empty and hollow.

  Looking down further, a power cord hangs from the TV set, weakly... dangling at the corner of the table.

  Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his lower back, adrenaline rushed out, his eyes widened, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had been washed by water.

  He took three steps back, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed out the door, closing it behind him once again.

  Heavily panting, Xiaofeng widened his eyes and asked: "What...what's going on? Is this really a ghost?!

  The fat man let out a wry smile and shook his head, saying: "I don't believe it, but... I trust my own eyes."

  "Damn it all!"

  Xiao Feng cursed and rushed back to the door, frantically pounding on the rolling shutter.

  Turning his head to take a look, he found that the 'corpse' was still lying in the middle, apparently already dead.

  Xiao Feng painfully rubbed his temples, suddenly had an epiphany, and hurriedly ran to the back of a machine. When he saw that no one was staring at him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

  Open it and find a line of small words written in very sloppy handwriting on it.

  "Don't believe anyone, escape!"

  Xiao Feng bitterly smiled and secretly said: "I also want to escape, but where can I escape to?"

  Pick up the paper strip.

  Suddenly stunned again.

  He hastily took out the paper again and rummaged through his body, and actually found a ballpoint pen in the pocket of his shirt, then scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

  The color... is the same.

  The handwriting... is also the same.

  Is this written by yourself?!

  Written for oneself?

  "Damn it! Damn it!"

  Xiao Feng knocked his own head, angry at himself for not being able to remember anything, at least... remembering something useful would be good.

  After a brief moment of silence, Xiaofeng took a deep breath and walked out from behind the machine once again.

  Found a fat man alone fiddling with two iron bars, as if he wanted to tie them together.

  Has he... found a way out?

  As he thought, Xiao Feng walked along the wall and made a circle around this huge factory building.

  There is a ladder that leads to the second floor.

  He hastily climbed up and found that the platform on the second floor, which was like a 'surrounding edge', could reach the window.

  Overjoyed, he ran over, but unfortunately saw that there was still a layer of iron wire mesh outside the window.

  The evil guy smashed the glass with a gunstock, but that layer of iron wire mesh was too thick and couldn't be opened no matter what method was used.

  Xiao Feng even fired two shots upwards, breaking a few iron wires, but only managed to create a hole in the wire mesh that was just big enough for a thumb to pass through, and still couldn't get out.

  "Wow!"

  His finger suddenly hurt, and it turned out that a wire had scratched an opening, and fresh blood flowed out directly.

  Xiao Feng's temper was stirred up to the extreme, his liver hurt from anger.

  He lifted his foot and kicked the wall with force twice.

  But... Ka-boom! ~

  Suddenly, with a loud noise, the platform he was standing on broke off!

  The part that came into contact with the wall suddenly broke off, and the platform, which was like a webbed foot, tilted to one side with a whoosh.

  "I'm going to die!!"

  Xiao Feng let out a scream of over eight octaves, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall, but felt her body being bounced again, suspended in mid-air.

  The metallic sound made him sway like a wheat ear in the wind.

  Opened his eyes, and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat again.

  Right before his eyes, a long iron bar was thrusting towards him!

  No, he didn't rush over, but rather, with that swaying motion, he crashed into the iron bar.

  Xiao Feng suddenly twisted his body, trying to dodge.

  At this time, the rack that had shaken a few times finally broke with a "crack".

  Xiao Feng's eyebrow was stuck to the iron bar and fell down, his body crashed into a machine with a loud noise, then another flip, flat on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

  About ten seconds later.

  "Ah..."

  Xiao Feng sighed and slowly got up from the ground.

  Every part of my body aches, especially the corners of my eyebrows and lower back.

  All of them were scorching pain.

  Without even touching it with his hand, Xiao Feng's right eye had become blurry, blocked by the blood that was left behind.

  He hastily tore off a corner and pressed it against his own head.

  He now regrets wrapping his pistol around his hand, otherwise... when he fell down just now, he could clearly grab the iron railing of that platform.

  But in doing so, he became calm instead.

  He couldn't vent his anger at all and was suffocated by this unfortunate fact.

  Inhale... exhale...

  A sharp pain in the chest, a good-looking one.

  Dawn looked around, but found that this time, he almost died, but the fat man did not come over to take a look, which made his doubts even more.

  Limping and hobbling into the arena.

  Pointed-mouthed monkey saw him first and burst out laughing, saying: "Not dead? You're really lucky!"

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and glared at him for a moment before walking in to see what Bao Zi was up to.

  But he found himself still fiddling with those iron bars, one by one, wrapped together with rags and whatnot.

  Always lowering his head and fiddling with things, completely ignoring others.

  Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and took a glance at him before turning his head to continue scanning their surroundings.

  In the end, he found it was indeed the place of that truck, which could be considered an exit.

  Go or not go?

  Gritting her teeth, Xiaofeng came back to the vicinity of the truck once again.

  This time he took down his pistol and tucked it into his own waistband, then climbed back in through the car window.

  Pull the handbrake and let it go down.

  Then he poked his head under the steering wheel and tried to pry open the plastic cover on the surface, looking for the wires inside.

  If the car still has electricity, it may coincidentally start the car.

  But after drilling in, it was found that the clutch is convenient, and there is a square box at the recessed position near the car door.

  A roughly forty centimeters long and wide cube-shaped full-text.

  She wrinkled her brow and picked it up.

  Very heavy, about twenty kilograms.

  There is a small copper lock on top, and several nail buckles that look very strong.

  Put it next to your ear and shake it gently.

  Rustling sounds.

  First was puzzlement, then... he suddenly threw the box directly out of the window.

  His hands kept rubbing his thighs.

  What's with the head?!

  The gentle breeze is also having some difficulty breathing.

  Looked around and felt hives all over the body, itchy and scratchy.

  Suddenly flipped over, looked back from the car seat...

  Black all over, it's all blood!

  "Damn it! Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

  He rolled and crawled out of the car window again.

  Ran far away, constantly covering his own chest.

  Until the pain all over his body came back again, he sat weakly on the ground.

  My mouth is extremely dry and my throat feels like it's on fire.

  "Got... got to find some water, otherwise I'll pass out..."

  Just as he lifted his head to look around, he suddenly saw a wall-like thing rushing towards him!