The room is covered with clocks, some are square, some are round, and some are scary, but no matter which one they look at, they all look so weird.
There are clocks everywhere in the room, and even various clocks are painted on the ground with red ink.
There is a desk in the corner of the room. There is very little dust on the desk. It looks like someone has been working here before.
"Are you here specifically to watch the clock?" Chu Ping felt strange.
"The clock is in this room."
The photo in the pocket suddenly moved, and then Lou Bin's voice came from the pocket.
"You..." Chu Ping was a little speechless. He always felt that Lou Bin did it on purpose, but every time he asked him in detail, he said that he didn't remember.
Chu Ping scratched his head.
"This is not okay. It is clearly unorganized and undisciplined."
I took the photo out of my pocket. The photo was empty, with only a red background.
"Where are the people?"
Chu Ping is not afraid of Lou Bin escaping, but it is quite a headache for him to disappear like this often.
"I'm here."
A dark-skinned man came out from behind Chu Ping.
Chu Ping frowned. He didn't even notice when Lou Bin ran out.
"When did you run out?"
"It's been a while since I've been out. I can't stay in there forever. It's quite boring. You have to have a break from jail."
Faced with Lou Bin's talk, Chu Ping didn't care at all.
"I'm familiar with the security guard at the door, but why haven't I heard him mention you?"
Chu Ping squatted on the ground and checked the clock painted on the ground while asking Lou Bin.
"Didn't he mention me? That's right. In his eyes, he only has Xiao Wu, because Xiao Wu is diligent and can talk, but I can't do it. I'm stupid, stupid, and disliked by others. No matter how hard I try, he will
It’s like you can’t see me.”
Lou Bin felt disappointed for a moment, and he didn't even notice the slight change in the expression on Chu Ping's face.
Chu Ping seemed to have not heard Lou Bin's words and continued to look at the clock painted on the ground.
Lou Bin seemed a little disappointed when he saw that Chu Ping did not continue to ask him, as if all the answers he had prepared were useless.
"What does that clock look like?"
"No
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Know."
"I knew you would answer like this."
Chu Ping curled his lips, and then pointed at the clock painted on the ground that he had been looking at just now.
"It seems to be painted with blood. Do you know what this office is used for?" Chu Ping looked up at Lou Bin, "You should know this."
Chu Ping looked like if you keep saying you don't know, I will ask "Atou" to have a good chat with you.
Seeing Chu Ping's expression, Lou Bin trembled all over and said hurriedly: "This used to be a warehouse. After the manager came, he had people move the things in the room away, and the place was closed.
Basically no one comes.”
"He did it again...how much information did you eavesdrop on? You seem to know everything."
Lou Bin did not expect that Chu Ping would suddenly ask him questions.
"Everyone in the company knows about this, even Mr. Song at the door knows about it, but he is the leader, so we don't dare to ask."
Lou Bin always felt that Chu Ping's question was a bit puzzling.
"What's going on with that desk? Someone's working here?"
Lou Bin glanced at the desk and knitted his brows together.
Chu Ping saw some clues and asked, "Do you know this desk?"
"This is Sister Wu's desk, the one that died a few days ago. I remember that everyone in the office thought it was unlucky, so no one dared to sit in that position. Later, the manager asked someone to sell it.
How could I have thought that I would come here?"
Chu Ping didn't expect that this desk actually belonged to Sister Wu.
Chu Ping thought of the old lady who was burning paper money that he met when he drove past the company gate last night. When he finally saw her, it seemed that there was a middle-aged woman standing next to her. Looking at that look, she was different from what he had seen before.
Sister Wu is 70-80% similar.
"Could it be that Sister Wu will still appear in this office during this period?" Chu Ping looked at the neat table with only a little dust on it, "But where is Sister Wu?"
But Chu Ping suppressed his curiosity. He thought that it would not be too late to look at the desk after he found the clock.
Chu Ping thought of this and suddenly asked: "How long have you been here?"
"What do you mean?" Lou Bin's face was a little gloomy, "You are still doubting me. I have turned into a ghost. Don't you still believe me?"
Lou Bin didn't think about it
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Suddenly, Chu Ping's mind jumped so fast. He was asking about his desk just now, but in the blink of an eye he started asking about himself.
Chu Ping smiled and said no more.
Lou Bin saw that Chu Ping stopped talking, and he didn't look for trouble anymore.
"It's better to find where the clock is, otherwise you won't be able to get out of the loop outside."
Lou Bin walked around the room with his hands behind his back as if he was a stranger.
At this time, Chu Ping stood up and pulled out the stick from behind.
Seeing Chu Ping's sudden move, Lou Bin was so frightened that his originally dark skin turned a lot whiter.
"Brother, brother, if you have anything to say, please tell me. Impulse is the devil. Killing people... is wrong. Killing ghosts is also wrong. If you don't like me, can't I change it?"
"Aren't you already dead? What are you afraid of? I can't kill you."
"But it hurts. Brother, look at that Monkey King. He is obviously invulnerable. Why does he still have to block him with that stick? It's not because of the pain."
Lou Bin looked so matter-of-fact that Chu Ping felt that what he said made sense.
Looking at the pain-phobic ghost in front of him, Chu Ping couldn't help but smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to hit you, but I'm trying to hit the clock."
Chu Ping weighed the swing stick in his hand, thinking about when to change to a heavier weapon, and thinking about which clock to start from.
"Smash...the clock?" Lou Bin thought he heard wrongly, "What kind of clock did you smash?"
"Of course it's the clock on the wall. You don't know which one is real anyway, so you might as well smash them all so you don't have to look for them."
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, the black stick in his hand had already hit the clock nearest to him.
"Snapped--"
The sound of breaking glass echoed in the room.
Lou Bin opened his mouth wide. He never thought that Chu Ping would use such a simple and crude way to find the clock that got out of the cycle.
"Can't it be smashed?"
There were still fine broken glass particles on the swing stick in Chu Ping's hand.
Lou Bin shook his head, but he was shouting in his heart: "If I can't hit you, I'll hit you too!"
Seeing that Lou Bin didn't nod, Chu Ping gave him another stick with his backhand.
