There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 281: Wandering sound

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"Ghost!"

A scream sounded in Baita Park, and the old **** stick ran out of the public toilet disheveled.

When the old **** club ran to the road, he discovered that Fang Zheng had already appeared here at some unknown time. He was standing at the gate of the non-staple food processing factory next to the park, looking at the factory area.

"Brother, help, there are ghosts in the public toilets over there! Still a voyeuristic **** ghost!"

The old **** stick suddenly saw the heavenly soldiers coming, and hurried to Fang Zheng's side to ask for help.

Fang Zheng looked at the old **** stick silently: "Don't you always show off robbing the country monks and country goddesses for jobs, the old **** stick, you're too embarrassed to do this."

The old **** stick was so excited that the stars flew wildly: "Can you try it. When I went to the toilet, I lowered my head and saw a pale grimace looking at you from the bottom up."

"Old-fashioned my life's innocence, brother, you have to compensate for the old-fashioned my mental losses."

The more the old **** stick said, the more sad he became, and he thumped his chest.

Founder: "..."

"It's not you who I'm peeping, and you want to pay for mental damage. You go to the **** devil."

The old **** stick has a painful expression on his face: "Let’s not talk about the voyeurism, I was so frightened just now that I threw the only mobile phone in the public toilet. That was two hundred yuan for me. The dual-card dual-standby mobile phone bought by the money is worth two hundred yuan. Would you like to accompany the old-fashioned brother and I will get it back?"

Fang Zheng: "Throw your mobile phone there first, and no one will pick it up at night. Have you noticed that something is wrong with this non-staple food processing plant?"

Speaking of this, Fang's face froze.

"Little brother, have you heard the sounds of those suspiciously many people's anklets too?"

Next, the old **** stick immediately said what he had heard before, as well as two guesses about the voice.

And the specific building where the sound originated from.

When I finished speaking, the old **** stick seemed to think of something, and looked at Fang Zheng with puzzled eyes: "Little brother, didn't you wait for me at the entrance of the industrial park? How did you find me here?"

Fangzheng pointed to the night sky above his head: "It's not because you have been too slow to see you back, so I came to look for you."

"After all, in case you have an accident, I, the boss, have to support the employees for a lifetime."

After listening to the old **** stick, his face was moved. When he was about to say something with emotion, Fang Zheng had already ignored the old **** stick, and continued to turn his head to look at the non-staple food processing factory in front of him: "We went ahead and solved the problem. Afterwards, I will solve your ghost."

In fact, Fang Zheng’s true inner thoughts are that you are just a nasty pervert, and there may be more than one ghost in this factory.

Take the heavier of the two benefits.

In order to avoid disturbing the ghosts in this factory area in advance, you can only wrong your pervert first and continue to smoke in the public toilet for a while.

"Little brother, you are a righteous person." The old **** stick suddenly said with a serious face.

"You must be trying to save the workers inside, right? It's okay. I still have this kind of awareness. Sacrificing the self to make the big me...little brother, I don’t know when my domestic second-hand mobile phone was short-circuited by a blister. Can I reimburse the department’s new mobile phone?"

If there is no second half sentence...

……

At this time, it is midnight.

The workers in the factory have all rested long ago, and they are quiet.

Fang Zheng and the old **** stick entered directly over the wall, but when they overcame the wall and entered the factory, the sound of many people's anklets they had heard before disappeared.

Listen carefully for ten or twenty seconds, and the sound has indeed disappeared.

Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then the two of them entered the building that made a strange noise.

This is an accommodation building. There is no iron gate on the first floor. There is a long dark staircase facing you. When there are footsteps, the voice-activated light automatically lights up.

However, the power of the sound control lamp is very small, which can only play a barely lighting effect.

The two entered the dormitory building very easily, and they were not noticed by others. It seems that the people here are sleeping very deep and cannot be disturbed by the outside world. For a while, apart from the slight footsteps in the stairwell, there was only the voice of Fang Zheng talking with the old **** stick: "Old **** stick, you hear the sound of a lot of people's anklets, can you hear it coming from which floor?"

The old **** stick thought back and said: "It seems to be from the second floor? No, it seems to be from the third floor?"

"Think about it, it seems to be coming from the first floor..."

Fangzheng pondered: "Let’s assume a possibility first. Maybe these anklet sounds circulate from the first floor to the third floor?"

The old **** stick thought about it, it was really possible, and asked what Fang Zheng planned to do?

"We can't enter the staff dormitory. We can only check the corridors and stairs on each floor before speaking to see if we can find any clues."

"By the way, what does the ghost you just encountered looks like?" Fang Zheng asked one thing.

The old **** stick carefully recalled the human face between the lower hips: "The face is very pale, and it is painted with a thick and enchanting blush, just like a man with paper."

Hearing the description of the old **** stick, Fang Zheng was taken aback.

Then his brow furrowed slightly.

He suddenly had a bad premonition that Gao Shu's painting did not appear. Did he just ran to the site of the linker and the grave guard?

Otherwise, it's impossible to be such a coincidence, and there just happened to be a paper-pierced person nearby.

Is it because he has been exposed since the beginning?

However, compared with this matter, there is still something that must be resolved first: "Old **** stick, have you noticed that we have been walking on the stairs on the first floor for three minutes and haven't reached the second floor yet? "

Hearing that, the old **** stick frightened the slack flesh on his old face, and quickly looked around nervously.

"Is this meeting a ghost covering my eyes?"

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, looking at the stairs with some cold light, and said: "It seems that it is not only we encountered ghosts covering our eyes, but the entire building was covered by ghosts. That’s why we can only hear strange noises outside, but when we get close to this building, we hear nothing."

"Look at me first breaking the ghost wall here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng had already untied the guitar backpack he had been carrying on his back. Suddenly, the knife box appeared, and the evil spirits on the cinnabar ink line were flourishing.

Boom!

The knife box stomped the ground heavily, and at the place where the knife box was in contact with the ground, red awns were like lava cracks tearing the ground, spreading rapidly in all directions.

"Break it for me!"

Boom!

The air shook suddenly, and there was a scorching hot air wave, which was the pure sun and evil energy on the cinnabar ink line.

In an instant, the surrounding environment was broken like a mirror... Click, click, cracked inch by inch, and finally exploded into particles of light in the sky and disappeared. At this time, the original appearance of the accommodation building was finally revealed.

The old color, peeling wall paint, the smell of mechanical engine oil in the air... and, Fang Zheng and the old **** stick have been hovering on the first step of the first floor.

At this moment, don't worry... don't worry...

The sound of a lot of people’s anklets reappeared on the third floor!

Founder rushed directly to the third floor!

Where did the old **** stick dare to stay alone, he hurriedly followed, and shouted in a low voice: "Little brother, wait for me..."