Changsun Jing said to Wen Wen: "Generally speaking, Xiao Longxia 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 communicate with him

bump into."

Wen Wen said thoughtfully: "Since he can appear on the scene as soon as possible, then this 'Little Dragon Man' should have a special intelligence collection system, or have similar abilities. Have you investigated this aspect?"

"Of course we have investigated, and we have tried various methods, but in the end, luck is the easiest way to find him." Changsun Jing said with a wry smile.

"Then I trust you. You can drive me to try your luck. This little thing got drunk on the hot pot soup base. I'm afraid of getting into an accident if he lets him drive." Wen Wen said, holding the limp San Zai'er's tail.

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…

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

A dozen young people were typing on the keyboard under the light. They were either bald young men or girls with hair loss. In short, they were all programmers.

The end of the month is coming soon, but their work has not been completed yet, so they can only work overtime and nights to support their families and to allow their boss to buy a new sports car as soon as possible.

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

Then he greeted his colleagues and said, "Let's all take a break and chat. Now there are only a dozen of us in the 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 opposite Meng Chun stood up and asked Meng Chun curiously. Her face was so pale that her facial features were invisible, and her weird eyes made people feel numb.

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

Li Meiqi sneered and said: "It's already midnight, and we are still staying up late to work. I don't want my skin to age prematurely, but Meng Chun, how dare you, a big man, be so timid?"

"Who said I'm timid..."

Meng Chun retorted without confidence, and then said in a very seductive tone: "But do you know why it is so cheap for our company to rent a floor?"

A burly man turned his chair, looked at Meng Chun helplessly and said, "Meng Chun, you are going to tell a ghost story again, right? You might as well refresh me."

"This is not a ghost story!"

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

Li Meiqi moved the stool next to Meng Chun and urged: "Speak quickly, don't be too pretentious."

Seeing the three of them starting to tell ghost stories, other programmers at work also gathered over one after another. More and more people sat next to Meng Chun, forming a small circle.

"Our building was rented seven months ago. Before seven months, no one had been working 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 of poor performance, I could only exploit my employees and make them work overtime until late at night every day. Finally one day, a male employee was overwhelmed. When other colleagues left the building, the employee committed suicide on his desk.

!”

Meng Chun's tone of voice made people feel chilly, and the ghost story fit perfectly with everyone's current environment, so the audience felt a little frightened.

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 bring everyone into the story.

"When I went to work the next day, none of the workers who came to work with difficulty, as well as the company's managers, noticed the death of the male employee, and they continued to work overtime until late at night..."

As the story told by Meng Chun progressed, everyone felt more and more chilled, 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 moved closer to each other. Meng Chun was getting more and more scary.

"The male employee started telling ghost stories, and because he told them so wonderfully, all his colleagues who worked overtime gathered together."

"The purpose of the male employee is to bring everyone together. 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 can tell ghost stories

Only then will there always be an audience.”

Meng Chun lowered his voice and said in an evil tone: "However, this male employee is dead after all. His story can be heard not only by his colleagues, but also by other people wandering around late at night. Therefore, the number of people gathered around the male employee is getting more and more...

More and more..."

Everyone felt a little scared, so they looked around. After looking away, their faces turned pale with fright, and they were trembling without knowing what they were thinking.

Tonight, the story Meng Chun told seemed particularly scary.

Meng Chun glanced at everyone with satisfaction. This was the first time that his ghost story had such a good effect. In the past, these people would listen and criticize, but today he actually made them tremble with fear.

"When the male employee's story came to an end, the audience was so frightened that they almost cried. At this time, the male employee also revealed his true face, with bleeding eyes and a long red tongue..."

Meng Chun turned his head, smeared some tomato juice on his eye sockets, hung a fake tongue in his mouth, turned around and yelled at everyone: "Ho! I want you to listen to my stories forever!"

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

They were all trembling with fear before, but now he has specially prepared props for the last part of the plot, which should be the one with the most intense reactions. Why are everyone just trembling like before?

Unless...the reason they act so scared is not at all because of their ghost stories!

Thinking of this, Meng Chun felt a chill to his bones. He noticed that today's hot coffee seemed to have cooled much faster than usual.

Moreover, among the people around me who were listening to my story, the familiar faces were somewhat unfamiliar, and the unfamiliar faces were all familiar, as if these people were all my colleagues.
Chapter completed!