Chapter 7 Goodbye He Shaoqing

Although he closed his eyes, he seemed to really see his girlfriend Bai Ru appear in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on his face, which contained a trace of happiness and a trace of peace of mind.

I don't know when the light green fog in the corridor has turned into a miserable green fog. The scenery around me has been swallowed up by this gloomy green fog and is almost invisible, and the fog is mixed with countless shadowy black air. The air seems to be beginning to thicken, and it feels very hard to take every step.

But he did not stop, because Bai Ru seemed to stand in front of him, attracting him step by step. Moreover, Feifan silently counted his steps. Suddenly, he turned 90 degrees to the left and shouted loudly: "Lin Bing..." He slapped his hand holding the pendant hard on the left wall, and then his body shot backwards backwards.

He found that his back hit the actual object and could feel that it was a door. With a loud bang, the door was knocked open, and he fell to the floor. Although his whole body was in pain, he still rolled back and stood up. The thick green fog on the corridor rolled and gradually faded. He could see that countless small lines had appeared on the mirror opposite the door, but unlike before, black and red ** oozed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, the ** gushed out was covered with the whole mirror.

There was no fog in the room. There was a dilapidated cabinet full of dust alone by the inner wall. In addition, Feifan slowly adjusted his breathing and the dizziness gradually disappeared. He took a long breath. Although he was under the double pressure of mental and physical, his physical fatigue was getting worse and worse, but he was still supporting him. Within the scope.

He knew that he could never lie down and rest at this time. He Shaoqing's life and death were uncertain, and he could not get out of danger. If he fell down, it would be all over.

In addition, he stood up straight and looked at the room. He was surprised to find that the windows in this room seemed to be normal. Although the glass was complete, there was thick dust on the upper area, and he could not see the full moon in the sky. The light was dark, but he could barely see the surrounding scene clearly. For such a long time in the building, his eyes had adapted to it. Darkness.

He didn't understand why there was a cabinet in this empty room, but looking at the appearance of the cabinet for at least ten years, he walked over curiously. Suddenly, his eyes widened. The surface of the cabinet was originally full of dust, but now someone has crossed two words on the dust in the corner of the cabinet: escape.

What's more, I was so surprised that I took two steps back. Is it left by He Shaoqing? He immediately came over and checked the counter carefully. The two words looked very scribbled and could not tell whether they were written by He Shaoqing, but it could be seen from the degree of ash accumulation on the handwriting. It was not long after it was written, and the strokes were a little messy. It should be in a hurry to write, but the strength of each stroke was even. It seemed that when writing People should be fine.

Moreover, he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. After a while, he took out his mobile phone, lit the screen, and carefully shone along the cabinet to the floor. Sure enough, in addition to his footprints, there was another pair of footprints on the floor of the room. Looking at the footprints of He Shaoqing, which made him excited was a set of shoes. Printed outside the room, it seems that at least He Shaoqing seems to have walked out of the room alive.

"He Shao, you are really not simple." Kuang Feifan smiled and walked back to the door. As for the meaning of those two words, it was not within his consideration at all.

The fog in the corridor has disappeared, and the scene has returned to normal. It seems that the "ghost wall" has been accidentally broken by him. Looking at the ordinary pendant in his hand, he really has mixed feelings.

The mirror opposite the door has been completely covered by black and red ** and slowly dripping down to the floor. A pungent smell of rust mixed with the smell of rotten smell made him choking. He couldn't help covering his nose. He could tell that it was the smell of blood and rotten corpses. However, after seeing so many strange things, he is too lazy to explore the cause of what happened.

He stood at the door and looked left and right. There was a staircase leading to the first floor on the left. Not far from the right is the bend of this floor. The bright window at the corner is still there. The moonlight emitted by the full moon outside the window shone on the floor through the window. It looked so real that he didn't know that he walked into the moonlight like this. , will there be any accidents?

He tightened the pendant in his hand and tried to make his expression more ferocious. He dragged his heavy legs and walked towards the corner step by step. When he stood at the door, he suddenly remembered a sentence, not what his girlfriend had told him, but from nowhere. That sentence was: ghosts are afraid of evil people.

He tried to make a fierce appearance, slowly walked to the edge of the moonlight on the floor, stopped and sank. He gently raised his foot and tentatively stepped on the moonlight without any strangeness.

"Damn, aren't you too careful?" Moreover, Feifan scratched his head inadvertently and laughed at himself. However, he ignored that when he first went up to the second floor, the window at the corner was actually broken and there was no moonlight.

Turning the corner, through the bright moonlight, he saw that the corridor in front of him was not long. There was only a closed door on the right side, and there was a staircase not far away. There was also a closed door at the end of the stairs. He looked at it and it seemed that behind the door on the stairs should be the attic of this small building.

With a slight thought, he walked to the door on the right. The door was closed tightly. He stretched out his foot and tried to kick it, but did not kick it open. It seemed that he had encountered it. Moreover, Feifan simply raised his hand to hold the ball-shaped door handle and gently twisted it with a "cluck" sound, and the door was pushed open.

Wang Feifan did not rush in. On the contrary, this time he took a step back quite cautiously and pushed the door to the maximum with his hand holding the pendant.

"Damn it." Seeing the situation in the room, he blurted out an exclaim.

He never thought that the corner room would be a bathroom.

The room was not big. There was a bathtub on the front, which was dirty and broken, and a corner was missing. He was surprised to find a hand pulled out of the bathtub.

Moreover, Feifan's eyes immediately widened, because he was too familiar with that hand, and it was not He Shaoqing who else could be. When he rushed over and was about to get to the bathtub, he couldn't help but hesitate, but he still rushed over decisively.

He Shaoqing curled up and lay in the bathtub. Moreover, his heart was tight. At a glance, he saw the blood stains on He Shaoqing's forehead. The blood stains had dried up. Moreover, the first thought was that He Shaoqing was dead.

But when he saw He Shaoqing's slightly undulating chest, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked to the bathtub, reached out and pulled He Shaoqing up, straightened his body, let him lean against the wall, slapped him on the cheek, and shouted, "He Shao, He Shao..."

"Wow..." He Shaoqing's eyelids seemed to move, and there was a moan in his mouth. Moreover, Feifan's face showed joy, and he simply patted He Shaoqing on the cheek.

"Wow... stop fighting." Under the powerful slap of the situation, He Shaoqing finally woke up, raised his hand weakly to push away the situation extraordinary hand, closed his eyes and muttered, "Am I dead now?"

Bang Feifan smiled happily and picked up He Shaoqing's collar and said repeatedly, "Hey, He Shao, wake up, you're not dead, you're not dead... How can you not die?"

After a short period of happiness, Kuang Feifan had another trace of doubt. The previous dangerous experience made him have to be alert. He let go of his hand holding He Shaoqing's collar and asked with a cautionary tone.

He Shaoqing frowned, slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at the extraordinary, and still whispered weakly, "How do I know, damn it, there are ghosts in this shabby building. Have you seen it? Are you dead or not?

Hearing He Shaoqing speak in such a slang tone, he was finally relieved. He put his hand on He Shaoqing's shoulder again and asked, "It seems that neither of us is dead. How about it? Can we stand up? We have to get out of here quickly."

He Shaoqing raised his arm and said, "Take me a hand. I'm a little tired now."

Sang Feifan stretched out his hands and pulled He Shaoqing up and pulled him out of the bathtub. He Shaoqing looked a little weak, but with the extraordinary arm, he could finally lift his legs and step out of the bathtub. It seemed that he could take a break and recover some physical strength.

With a slight collision sound, something fell from He Shaoqing into the bathtub. Because the sound of slipping was not loud, and the two people basically paid attention to the surrounding situation, they thought about leaving the room as soon as possible, but no one noticed the sound.

They helped each other step by step to the door of the bathroom. He Shaoqing waved his hand and motioned to let him go. He tried his best to stand up straight. Although his legs were still a little shaking, he could still stand. After all, they were the champions and runners and runners of the "triathlon" in the army every year.

Moreover, Feifan turned over his pocket and found a bag of paper towels for him. He handed the paper towels to He Shaoqing: "Treatle the wound on your head."

He Shaoqing took it over, looked at the paper towel in his hand with some amusedness, rolled his eyes and asked, "I didn't expect that you haven't changed your habit. Take the paper towels with you. The problem is how to deal with the wound? Not even a little water?"

Kuang Feifan shrugged his shoulders: "With your saliva, don't you know that saliva can be disinfected?"

He Shaoqing stared: "Are you serious or false?"

Wang Feifan waved his hand: "At this juncture, who is still in the mood to joke? It's a stopgap measure. It's better to clean up and reduce the possibility of infection."

One leaned against the wall next to the door and the other leaned against the door. He Shaoqing took a tissue to wipe the wound with saliva, adjusted his breathing, and asked by the way, "I really didn't expect that we could meet again alive. Didn't you see the words I left?"

Wang Feifan sneered and gave him a white look: "If I leave those two words and you see it, will you leave first?"

He Shaoqing tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. By the way, why are you all right?"

Moreover, Feifan raised his hand and showed him the "Mani Stone" pendant in the palm of his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "That's it."

He Shaoqing saw that it was almost wiped. He simply put a tissue on the wound, stretched out his head forward, looked carefully, and asked uncertainly, "This seems to be the one sent by your ex-girlfriend."

With extraordinary nod, I couldn't help thinking of my ex-girlfriend.

He Shaoqing saw that he was a little silent, rolled his eyes helplessly, and said, "Hey, I said, it's not the time to be nostalgic. By the way, do you want to know how I'm okay?"

When Fei was asked by him, he thought of the urgency of the current situation and hurriedly collected his mind. He was about to ask a rhetorical question. At this time, suddenly there was a sound of wind outside the door. The moonlight that had originally penetrated through the window in the corridor suddenly disappeared, and the light in the building immediately dimmed. At the same time, he did not know how to walk. There was a burst of "hey hey" laughter from the corridor. The voice was so cold and evil, like ice and frost. They felt as if even their hearts were frozen.