No movement on the third floor.

No movement on the fourth floor.

Still upstairs.

There was no movement on the fifth floor.

Could it be that it is on the sixth floor?

Or on the large floor?

The first floor to the sixth floor are the floors where the radio station works, and the online floors on the sixth floor are basically from other units.

Sixth floor.

Ding Jie immediately left the elevator and glanced around, and it was very safe and there was no one.

Fortunately, even after get off work, the lights in the desk are still on.

Otherwise, the darkness is the most terrifying thing.

No movement.

‘Crack!’

Appeared.

A sound appeared.

On the sixth floor, it doesn't seem like the sound of going downstairs.

It was someone walking back and forth in the corridor on the sixth floor, and then the sound made.

"It's already 8:30. The offices on the sixth floor are basically all the offices of the leaders in the Taiwan area. How could anyone be here?"

According to the leader's character, I got off work early and there was no overtime at all.

What's more, at this critical moment when people die at night, it is impossible for leaders to stay.

But who made the sound of walking?

Ding Jie couldn't help but feel creepy. She was already timid and listened to the show before the death of "Lao Wang next door" again. How could she not be afraid?

‘Crack!’

The sound of walking is getting denser and closer.

Go or go down?

Ding Jie is a little confused.

He resisted the urge to go downstairs and run.

"Let's go! Let's take a look, maybe I'm just too sensitive."

Ding Jie made up her mind and plucked up her courage to walk towards the source of the sound bit by bit.

‘When the light is on, you are not afraid, you are not afraid, and you will run away when you see the situation is not good.’

Ding Jie comforted herself like this.

The sixth floor is not very big, with a total of seven offices.

One of the director's offices, four deputy directors, one of the director's assistants, and one of the director's offices.

It's two corridors.

The sound of walking is always ringing, but not fixed.

It's been walking around.

On another corridor.

Not long after, Ding Jie walked to the end of the corridor.

But I didn't find anything wrong, it means that the movement was in the corridor next door.

Thinking of it, he plucked up his courage again and turned to another corridor.

No one.

But there are footsteps walking.

‘Crack!”

In... the sound is always there.

But there was not even a black shadow, how did the sound come out?

Ding Jie's scalp exploded.

He had the urge to turn around and run and go downstairs immediately.

Too weird.

There was no figure in the two corridors.

But the sound of walking was always there.

Ding Jie can be sure that the sound is made in the corridor.

Not in the house.

"Who is it? Who is leaving?"

"If you are a human, just say something."

Ding Jie gritted her teeth and said this to the empty corridor.

‘Swoosh’!

A gust of cold wind blew.

The corridor was quiet, bright and soundless.

It seemed like the sound disappeared.

Leaving?

‘Bang bang bang!’

‘Bang bang bang!’

‘Bang bang bang!’

A sound of hitting the door like a storm came.

The door is moving.

It seems that someone is hitting the door inside.

Very strong.

The solid wood door panels were trembling violently.

Ding Jie was frightened by the sudden sound of hitting the door.

As soon as the footsteps disappeared, there was a violent sound of hitting the door.

What's inside the door that's going to come out?

What is it?

Did the footsteps just now come out?

Is it a human, or...

The door that was hit was right next to Ding Jie, and was very close, so he could basically sense the strength of the door bumping.

Very big.

Are you leaving?

Just open the door and take a look.

Ding Jie was very confused inside.

One is curiosity, the other is fear.

"Xiaoli's office?"

At this time, Ding Jie happened to see the sign on the door. She thought for a while, but still gritted her teeth, walked forward, pulled the door handle, and wanted to open the door.

I have to say that this is the most courageous one.

cold.

It's like a piece of ice.

A little bit harsh.

Although the door handle is made of metal, it is not as cold as this, right?!

‘Crack!’
To be continued...