Disaster Shelter

Chang Sunjing said to Wen Wen: Generally speaking, Xiaolongxia will appear at the scene of the accident as soon as possible, so the fastest way for us to find him is to rush to the scene as quickly as possible, so that we may be able to fight with him. bump into.

Wen Wen thoughtfully said: Since he was able to appear on the scene immediately, then this 'Little Dragon Man' should have a special intelligence collection system, or have similar capabilities. Have you investigated this aspect?

Of course we have investigated, we have tried various methods, but in the end it is the easiest to find him by luck. Chang Sunjing said with a wry smile.

Then I'll trust you, let you drive me to try my luck, this little thing is drunk with hot pot bottoms, I'm afraid of accidents if I let it drive. Wen Wen said while holding the limp San Zai'er by the tail .

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In the late night office building, the lights on the thirteenth floor were still on.

A dozen young people were typing on the keyboard under the lights. They were either bald youths or bald girls, or they were all programmers.

It's almost the end of the month, but their work hasn't been finished yet, so they can only work overtime and fight nights to support their family and let the boss buy a new sports car as soon as possible.

Meng Chun rubbed his swollen temples, stopped his hands that were about to cramp, and made himself a cup of coffee.

Then he greeted his colleagues: Let's take a break and chat for a while. Now there are only a dozen of us in this whole building, and there is only the sound of typing on the keyboard. I feel a little nervous.

Why are you hairy?

A woman sitting across from Meng Chun stood up and asked Meng Chun curiously that her face was astonishingly pale, with no facial features visible, and her strange eyes made the scalp tingle.

Ah... Li Meiqi... what are you doing! Meng Chun was taken aback. It turned out that the woman opposite had a mask on her face.

Li Meiqi sneered and said, It's already midnight, and we're still working late at night. I don't want my skin to age prematurely, but Meng Chun, you old man, are you so timid?

Who says I'm timid...

Meng Chun retorted without confidence, and then said in a very seductive tone: But do you know why our company rents a floor so cheaply?

A burly man turned his chair around, looked at Meng Chun helplessly and said, Meng Chun, you're going to tell ghost stories again, right? That's fine, you can refresh me.

This is not a ghost story!

Meng Chun said in a serious tone: I heard from our company's accountant that the cost of renting this floor is only a quarter of the price of renting other floors. Aren't you wondering what's going on?

Li Meiqi moved the stool to Meng Chun's side and urged, Say it quickly, don't hold back.

Seeing that the three of them started telling ghost stories, other working programmers also gathered one after another, and more and more people sat beside Meng Chun, forming a small circle.

Our building was rented seven months ago. Seven months ago, no one worked on this floor for more than three years, and the elevator didn't even stop on this floor!

And the reason for all this starts from four years ago. Four years ago, there was an IT company here, and its performance has been tepid.

Because the performance is not good, we can only squeeze the employees. Every day, the employees are forced to work overtime until late at night. Finally, one day, a male employee was overwhelmed. When other colleagues left the building, that employee committed suicide on his desk. !

Meng Chun's tone of voice made people feel chilly, and this ghost story was very suitable for everyone's current environment, so the audience felt a little hairy.

But they didn't care, because this is the fun of listening to ghost stories late at night. Meng Chun is a little expert in telling ghost stories in the company, and only he can let everyone into the story.

When I went to work the next day, none of the social animals who came to work with difficulty, as well as the management staff of the company, noticed the death of the male employee, so they worked overtime until late at night...

As Meng Chun's story progressed, everyone felt more and more chills, as if there were people hiding in every dark corner of the building.

As usual, the company worked overtime until late at night. No one noticed that the male employee who had been lying on the table all day slowly sat up and made a cup of coffee.

Everyone looked at the coffee cup in Meng Chun's hand, looked at each other, and got closer to each other. Meng Chun was getting more and more scary.

The male employee started telling ghost stories. Because he told so wonderfully, colleagues who worked overtime together gathered together.

Getting everyone together is the purpose of the male employee. He wants his colleagues to stay forever and work overtime with him in this company, so that he will not be lonely, so that he is telling ghost stories. Only then will there always be an audience.”

Meng Chun lowered his voice, and said in an evil tone: But, this male employee is dead after all, his story can be heard not only by colleagues, but also by other people wandering around in the middle of the night, so the more people who gather around the male employee More and more...

Everyone felt a little scared, so they looked around, and when they looked away, their faces turned pale with fright, trembling, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Tonight, the story Meng Chun told seemed particularly frightening.

Meng Chun glanced at the crowd with satisfaction. This was the first time his ghost stories had such a good effect. In the past, these people were listening and criticizing at the same time, but today they were so scared that they trembled.

When the male employee's story came to an end, the audience was so frightened that they were about to cry, and the male employee also revealed his true colors at this time, with bloody eyes and a long red tongue...

Meng Chun turned his head away, smeared some tomato juice on his eye sockets, and with a false tongue hanging from his mouth, he turned around and yelled at the crowd: Ho! I want you to listen to my stories forever!

Meng Chun, who was expecting everyone to scream, did not see what he wanted to see.

They were all trembling with fear before, but now he specially prepared props for the last scene, which should be the scene with the most intense reaction, why are everyone just shaking like before?

Unless...they are so scared, not because of their own ghost stories!

Thinking of this crop, Meng Chun felt a bone-chilling chill. He noticed that today's hot coffee seemed to be cooling much faster than usual.

Moreover, among the people around me listening to my storytelling, the familiar faces are a little strange, and the unfamiliar faces are very familiar, as if these people are all my colleagues.

But he clearly remembered that there were only a dozen people from his company working in the whole building, and after he finished telling the ghost story... there were dozens of people around!