The driver stopped about five hundred meters away from the destination.
"Brother, I can only stop here. The next journey depends on you. I will go to the live broadcast room to watch you."
With a burst of encouragement from the driver, Chu Ping got out of the car. Before Chu Ping could give him any money, the driver started the car and disappeared into the darkness.
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Chu Ping held the money in his hand and messed it up in the wind for a while before he finally got used to it.
"Brother is too anxious."
Chu Ping glanced at the time.
"Seven forty-five, you probably won't mind being a few minutes late."
Chu Ping began to set off towards his destination.
"There shouldn't be any problem. If something strange happens, I'll run to the overpass. The little boy won't die without saving me..."
There is still some distance between here and the overpass where the little boy is. To be precise, the overpass is in the predecessor of the unfinished building, and what I want to go to is the back of the unfinished building. As long as I cross it directly from the unfinished building,
It's the little boy's place.
After thinking about his escape route, Chu Ping felt a little confident.
Although there are street lights on this road, the lights are dim and it is impossible to see the road clearly.
"No. 38 Xingfu Road..." Chu Ping stopped under a house number, "It should be right in front."
The closer he got to his destination, the more uneasy Chu Ping felt.
"What kind of company is opened in a place like this?"
Chu Ping took the swing stick out of his backpack and stuck it on his waist. Then he thought it was not safe enough, so he took the reddish-brown diary in his hand.
As long as there is a slight change, Chu Ping will throw out the diary in his hand immediately.
"I will raise my eldest sister for a thousand days, and I will use her for a while. I hope that my eldest sister will not fall behind again."
Chu Ping stood at a blocked house number. He didn't understand why the house number was blocked with a white cloth.
Chu Ping did not dare to take off the white cloth, but stretched out his hand to lift a corner of the white cloth, and happened to see the word "44" written on it.
"right here."
No. 44, Xingfu Road.
The building is dilapidated. It seems that it is due to disrepair. The upper wall has fallen off completely. The other side of the building is densely covered with fungi that have grown due to moisture.
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Here comes the moss.
"One, two, three, four, a total of four floors..."
Chu Ping was a little bit in trouble because the text message only said that the interview location was No. 44, Xingfu Road, but did not tell him the specific floor.
"Careless work?"
Chu Ping twitched the corners of his lips and smiled helplessly.
"No matter where you are, there will be people who are fooling around with their jobs."
The cold wind blew through, and the glass on the second-floor window facing the street had long been shattered, leaving only a window frame shaking precariously in the wind.
Chu Ping calmly moved to the side, missing the window frame above his head that was fluttering in the wind.
"If this was hit, it should be considered a work-related injury."
Chu Ping glanced around and saw that there was no one on the street. Even the residential area on the other side of the street was dark and no one lived there at all.
An inexplicable feeling of uneasiness slowly rose in Chu Ping's heart.
He remembered what Han Sanpin had said to him before about this place.
"Is there really no one here?"
Chu Ping vaguely felt that the situation here might be related to the little boy's mother.
"That interview call... was it also from the little boy's mother?"
Chu Ping felt more and more weird about this matter, why did the other party deliberately lead him here.
He held the swinging stick in his hand, and Chu Ping's other hand was ready to throw the reddish-brown diary out at any time.
"It can't be true that there are no people alive on the deserted road, right?"
Chu Ping only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by, and the surrounding temperature was much lower than when he first got off the car.
"Dong dong dong——"
Chu Ping plucked up the courage and knocked on the corridor door.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Chu Ping said hello politely to the building and at the same time raised the stick in his hand.
The dark stick looked so ferocious and terrifying in Chu Ping's hands.
Chu Ping waited for a long time, but it was still quiet inside.
"No one?" Chu Ping raised his hand and glanced at the time, "It's seven fifty-nine, there should be someone waiting for my interview inside."
Chu Ping didn't know what was going on inside, so he didn't dare to go in rashly.
While hesitating, Chu Ping suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a person looking at him on the other side of the street.
On the deserted street, a figure suddenly appeared, doing nothing, just standing there
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Looking at you, anyone would be frightened by such a scene.
"There is no life on the deserted road...then what is that thing on the other side?"
The driver's brother's words still echoed in his ears.
Chu Ping gritted his teeth, and then pushed the corridor door open with force.
"Creak——"
The corridor door made a dull sound, like a beast hidden in the darkness, roaring incessantly, dull and oppressive.
The corridor was pitch dark, like an unknown abyss, and no one knew what they were going to experience ahead.
The corridor door slowly closed, blocking out the only light outside.
Chu Ping took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight inside.
There are no rooms on the first floor, only a staircase leading to the second floor. There are no handrails on the stairs, and the cement steps are full of pits, as if someone had hit them with a sharp object.
Shining a flashlight on the wall, the mottled wall looks like an injured human body. There are a few words written on the wall by someone who doesn't know what kind of dye they used.
"Kill you! Kill you!"
Chu Ping looked at the red words on the wall and read them unconsciously.
"This is some kind of deep hatred. These words are all over the corridor."
Chu Ping moved closer, and under the light of the flashlight, the red fonts looked even more terrifying.
"It doesn't look like it was written in paint."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully identified the material on which the writing was made.
"It seems to be blood..."
Chu Ping felt that something extraordinary must have happened in this building.
"Someone was killed here?"
Chu Ping felt more and more that his guess was right.
"Is anyone there? I'm here for an interview." Chu Ping carefully stepped up the steps and walked towards the second floor.
He still remembered that the window on the second floor was open. Combined with the bloody words on the wall outside, Chu Ping vaguely guessed something.
"Someone must have been imprisoned in the room on the second floor. Because the door couldn't be opened and he couldn't get out, he broke the glass and jumped out of the window to escape."
Chu Ping thought of another question.
"If the person who jumped out of the window escaped, why didn't he call the police?"
Chu Ping had never heard of any cases of illegal imprisonment occurring here.
So there is only one result...
"The man who jumped out of the window and escaped was caught again. If nothing else, that man should be dead."
