After Chu Ping smoothed over all this, he thought of another question.
"If they were looking for the person based on the information on the business card, that means..." Chu Ping thought of a possibility, "that is, it was Lao Xietou who actually received their interview invitation!"
Chu Ping felt incredible about his conjecture.
"I've been involved again."
Chu Ping lamented the ill-fated old Xie Tou.
"Then who called the interview invitation I received before?"
Chu Ping had just finished solving one question, and then he was troubled by another question.
"Am I really the one who is favored by weirdness?"
Chu Ping slowly began to accept the names the two interviewers called him.
Chu Ping shook his head and cleared away the messy thoughts in his mind.
"It's better to complete the retest task first."
Chu Ping took his mobile phone and continued to walk forward. In his memory, there should be a staircase leading to the third floor, but now...
Chu Ping looked at the wall, a little confused.
"Did you remember it wrong?"
Chu Ping turned his head and looked behind him. The thick darkness was like hell, revealing endless ferocity to him.
Chu Ping looked at the changing time and felt a little anxious.
Turning back, Chu Ping walked in the direction behind him without hesitation. His arrogant back was like a lone brave man walking in the darkness.
There were strong winds, and Chu Ping felt that the temperature around him began to drop.
"There's not even a door here, how can I get out?"
Chu Ping was completely confused. The interview room he had just come out from had also disappeared.
The light shone on the wall, and blood-red writing appeared in front of Chu Ping.
"I got you, I'm going to get you."
Chu Ping looked at the writing on the wall with some doubts.
"Who did you catch?"
The handwriting here and the handwriting on the first floor were obviously written by the same person. The large dark red characters covered the entire wall.
"It seems to be written in blood too."
Chu Ping came closer and looked carefully. A faint fishy smell filled his nose.
Continuing to walk into the darkness, Chu Ping now has no choice.
Wherever the light passed, there were blood-colored writings everywhere.
"I've got you, I'm almost going to catch you."
Chu Ping felt more and more weird the more he looked at it.
"Who is the person who left these handwritings?
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What to do? ‘I caught you’ on the fourth floor, and then ‘kill you’ on the first floor. It’s just a one-stop service of arresting people and killing people.”
Chu Ping continued to walk forward. He didn't know how long he had walked, but the writing on the wall suddenly stopped, as if it had never appeared before.
"Gone?"
Chu Ping took a flashlight and shined forward. The wall was still white, as if it had been newly painted.
The swing stick on his waist was already in his hand, and Chu Ping always felt that something would suddenly appear in the darkness.
Continuing to move forward, the text on the white wall appeared again, but this time it was different from the previous one. It was no longer the words "catch you", but more like a question.
"Why don't you run? Run quickly. I'm already here."
Chu Ping was shocked.
"Are you talking to me?"
Chu Ping suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind him, and without any hesitation, he swung the stick directly behind him.
"Empty?"
Chu Ping looked at the endless darkness in front of him and began to feel uneasy.
At this moment, Chu Ping seemed to be touched on the back of his neck, and a cold feeling spread throughout his body like a biting chill.
Waving his arm again, Chu Ping smashed the stick in his hand behind him.
Still empty.
The writing on the wall seems to be mocking his powerlessness.
The uneasiness in Chu Ping's heart escalated again. He could feel that the existence he was facing was hidden in the darkness in front of him.
"Cat and mouse?"
Chu Ping felt like the mouse whose life and death were controlled by the cat. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the fate of being toyed with.
Chu Ping suddenly rushed forward, trying to break through the shackles of fate.
The sound of "ta da da da" footsteps kept echoing in the darkness.
"Where? Where? Where?"
Chu Ping kept roaring like crazy. He wanted to find the existence in the darkness, but he had no other way.
"Hehehe——"
The jeers came from the darkness, like whispers in Chu Ping's ears.
"You can't find me, but I can find you."
Trembling from his soul, Chu Ping waved the stick in his hand again, trying to drive away the murmur in his ears.
"Run quickly, I'm going to catch you."
The murmur still did not dissipate, as if it was engraved in Chu Ping's mind.
Chu Ping never stopped
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, but this road seems to have no end.
"I'm going to catch up with you."
The voice sounded again.
Chu Ping ignored the voice and ran forward on his own.
However, Chu Ping's speed became slower and slower. He felt as if something was pressing on him, getting heavier and heavier, until finally, his neck was hanging downward at a strange angle.
"There seems to be something behind the neck!"
Chu Ping tried his best to look behind him, and a strand of long black hair quietly fell in front of him.
"I caught you, you lose."
The long hair wrapped around Chu Ping's neck and strangled him tightly.
His cheeks turned red, his eyes bulged, and a feeling of suffocation instantly poured into Chu Ping's mind.
"Am I going to die?"
Chu Ping held on to his long hair with one hand, and reached into his backpack with the other hand.
"Sister, I need you now!"
Chu Ping struggled to spit out a few words.
The reddish-brown diary fell from the backpack, as if it was out of place here.
"Sister Jiang, don't drop the chain!"
Chu Ping pinned all his hopes on that reddish-brown diary.
No response.
The diary is still lying in the darkness, as if admiring the execution of a prisoner, watching a life slowly dissipate in front of his eyes.
"Stop struggling in vain, become one with me and become the new weirdness of this city."
Chu Ping felt as if something was pulling him hard, getting closer to the wall little by little.
The blood-red words on the wall seemed to come alive, constantly squirming like maggots crawling on them.
"The writing on the wall comes alive!?"
Chu Ping couldn't care less about the shock now, he just felt like he was one step closer to death.
The wall in front is like a beast waiting to be fed, with its mouth wide open, waiting for food to arrive.
"Sister Jiang..."
Chu Ping glanced desperately at the reddish-brown diary lying on the ground indifferently. Now he wanted to cry to death.
Just when Chu Ping was desperate, he suddenly felt as if his body was being pulled by another force.
Chu Ping felt as if his body was about to burst, and the heartbreaking feeling instantly spread throughout his body.
