Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 6: Ghost body

The teacher's office building was newly built this summer, and the smell of formaldehyde in it has not been completely dissipated, so there are not many people.

People's teacher Shi Qingsong held a stack of documents, stood in front of the elevator, and pressed the button.

He wears round-rimmed glasses and a dark shirt. His hair is meticulously combed. His face is calm and steady, and his temperament is refined and easy-going, like a professor who is full of poetry and books in the photos of the Republic of China.

Being polite and courteous, middle-aged man Shi Qingsong has always been a good teacher in the eyes of students, a good subordinate in the eyes of leaders, a good husband in the eyes of his wife, and a good father in the eyes of his children.

The elevator descended from the upper floor, and the door slowly opened with a ding-dong sound.

A man stood in the corner of the elevator. He was wearing a yellow construction site protective helmet, blue worker uniforms and trousers stained with large black sludge, and the protective gloves on his hands were disfigured.

Ordinary construction site workers, just wearing white masks on their faces, can't tell their age and appearance.

'Is this building still under renovation? ’

Shi Qingsong thought to himself, stepped into the elevator, and immediately smelled a pungent smell of decoration materials.

There is no doubt that the source of the smell was the worker. He seemed to have noticed Shi Qingsong's gaze, and he took a half step back awkwardly.

Shi Qingsong coughed a little embarrassedly, showed an embarrassed but polite smile, suppressed his breathing, and reached out to press the button on the first floor.

The elevator continued to descend. In the narrow and confined space, the pungent smell became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to penetrate into the nasal cavity, soak into the throat, and corrode the alveoli.

Shi Qingsong pretended to move his steps inadvertently, away from the source of the smell, while covering his nose with the document in his hand, breathing slowly.

Tick.

The sound of liquid dripping.

Shi Qingsong didn't look back. Through the mirror-like walls in the elevator, he could see some kind of black liquid dripping slowly from the worker's trouser legs.

Mud?

The people's teacher pursed his lips and held the document in his hand tighter, silently hoping that the elevator would end as soon as possible.

Tick, tick.

The black mud water dripped more and more, and soon a large pool formed under the workers' feet, occupying most of the elevator floor,

At the same time, the pungent smell became stronger and stronger, almost stinging the skin and entering the heart.

What's going on? !

Shi Qingsong took two steps back, and while avoiding the overflowing liquid, he glared at the silent worker.

This stare almost took away half of Shi Qingsong's soul.

I saw the builder's eyes are dull, the pupils are cloudy and dilated, and the dark pupils are full of blood red.

These are the eyes of the dead!

Shi Qingsong only felt the chills all over his body explode, and he suddenly thought of a piece of news related to this building.

Just two months ago, the road in front of the building was renovated and resurfaced, and a road builder was working beside an asphalt and gravel distributor,

Suddenly, one of the truck's axles broke, and the back of the truck poured, and the hot asphalt and fine gravel instantly covered half of the road worker's body.

The construction team hurried forward to try to rescue, but because the asphalt was highly viscous, the pressure was strong, and there was too much gravel mixed in it, people couldn't pull it out at all.

And the hot asphalt is sticky and hot, and it can't be cut mechanically, only with a **** and shovel.

After more than ten minutes of digging, the worker was finally dug out, but his lower body had been scalded alive by the hot asphalt... There was no chance of rescue at all.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the worker fell into a coma within a few minutes after the incident and did not suffer too much pain, and the construction party paid a large sum of money to his family as the aftermath.

In order to avoid negative influences, the school strictly prohibits insiders from revealing to the outside world, and the school staff cannot discuss with each other - Shi Qingsong, as one of the few insiders, will quietly speed up his pace every time he walks across the road in front of the teacher's office building .

Tick, tick.

Thoughts pulled back,

Black, cloudy droplets, a mixture of hot asphalt and blood plasma, dripped from the construction workers' trouser legs like small waterfalls.

It was hot, sticky and pungent, with a faint smell of barbecue.

The builder takes a step forward, the asphalt under his feet sticky like glue, tearing the rubber soles from the tough fabric of the site uniform.

As if not aware of the hot asphalt, he took another step forward. The sticky asphalt was like a pair of big hands, firmly pulling the exposed skin of the legs.

呲la——

The large skin of the legs, under the action of the asphalt, easily "falls off" like taking off rubber rain boots, leaving only the pink and white muscles and tendons.

The worker walked towards Shi Qingsong unhurriedly, moving his muscular thigh.

Clap, crack, crack, every time you step on the ground, the flesh on the bottom of the worker's feet will be torn off, and the pale bones are exposed from the pink flesh, and blood splashes on Shi Qingsong's twisted face.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

The terrified Shi Qingsong exclaimed, without the elegant and easy-going scholar temperament.

He stepped back as hard as he could, pressing his back against the elevator door ~IndoMTL.com~ while frantically pressing the emergency button inside the elevator with his trembling fingers.

The place where he stood on his feet was the only island that wasn't soaked in asphalt.

Ding dong.

The elevator bell rang, and the first floor arrived.

The door opened at the sound, and Shi Qingsong, whose glasses were slanted, let the documents fall, eagerly opened the elevator door, and rushed out.

He forgot one thing.

When he was a child, his grandmother told him that you must not run when you see a ghost, because when you run, your heel will lift up, and the devil will take the opportunity to put his toes under the person's heel. occupy the human body.

Behind his invisible eyes, the workers in the elevator stood upright, their toes on the ground, and floated out of the elevator lightly like a static ballerina.

The hall on the first floor was empty and silent, only the sound of Shi Qingsong's frantically running footsteps broke the silence.

Immediately, in no time he can run out the gate, basking in the sun.

Finally, at the last moment when his fingers touched the door handle, the ghost's toes, extremely lightly, pressed against Shi Qingsong's raised heel.

Cards! !

Shi Qingsong, who was running, suddenly stopped. He straightened his body expressionlessly and walked to the wall in the lobby of the teacher's office building. Taking advantage of the reflection in the wall tiles, he slowly put on his slanted glasses and wiped his forehead. Sweat, combing hair into a meticulous shape.

Tap Tap.

"Shi Qingsong" turned around very calmly and walked back to the elevator, only to see that everything was normal in the elevator, and there was no half drop of asphalt plasma.

He squatted down, picked up sheets of scattered paper from the ground, and took them into his arms.

From the angle where the elevator could not be seen, "Shi Qingsong" laughed wildly, the corners of his strange mouth almost reaching his ears.