Han Fei now has two elevator cards on him, one is the No. 11 elevator card that he got from the chef, and the other is so damaged that only a "9" can be seen clearly on the number on the card.
"There is a disaster ghost in the red alley on the sixth floor. If our murders and arson are exposed, we can just blame it on it. This is also a reasonable use of the disaster." After changing his blood-soaked clothes, Han Fei took the two
The special residents came to the elevator room on the sixth floor.
In the past, this place was guarded by members of the Rusty Ladder. It was one of the busiest and most dangerous places on the floor. As long as the indicator light on the elevator came on, everyone would become nervous because no one knew what would come out when the elevator door opened.
But now the elevator room on the sixth floor is empty, all the elevator lights are out, and the elevator doors are closed tightly.
"The cleaner asked us to go to the tenth floor. Later, we will use the disaster ghost as an excuse to communicate with the rusty ladder cleaner on the tenth floor." Han Fei tried several times with the old elevator card. The elevator did not respond, but his heartbeat was still beating.
Faster and faster, the monster running out from behind the door was getting closer and closer to him.
"Should we go to the tenth floor to call for reinforcements?" Fat Dog had a bad impression of the rusty ladder cleaners: "Those guys are all rats blinded by profit. They will not risk their lives to help."
"I'm not going to let them help. I want to take the tenth floor." Han Fei still doesn't know how to leave the skyscraper. He has limited energy alone. It's difficult to find a way to leave, so he needs more
Everyone joined him: "Soon there will be one less force in this building and new rules will be established."
Hearing Han Fei's ambitious words, Sister Hong was a little less worried: "Although I have never seen the gods, I can guess from those devout believers that it is the gods who really make the rules, and we are just big insects struggling in his palms.
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"So what about bugs? Have you ever seen poisonous bugs that can bite people to death?" Han Fei suppressed the thought of An in his heart, took out the elevator card he got from the chef, and retreated into elevator No. 11.
Before swiping the card, the rusty elevator door opened little by little. The outside of the car was very clean, as if there were no monsters licking the garbage and blood inside the car.
The fat dog was too small, so Han Fei asked him to stay inside while the others retreated into the elevator with him.
As the elevator door hurriedly closed, an extremely depressing feeling came over me, as if my whole body had been stuffed out of the fish's mouth, sliding up and squirming along its intestines, and every nerve in my body was resisting.
The numbers under the display screen inside the elevator changed very quickly. Han Fei didn't dare to relax at all, but people tend to be more afraid of something, the more their thoughts will happen.
When the number changed to 9, the elevator that was rising rapidly stopped suddenly.
A few seconds ago, the elevator door creaked open on its own, revealing a dark, white corridor without any lights.
"No one pressed the elevator button on the fourth floor, but why did he come here?" The old man and Han Fei hid in front of Li Rou. No one dared to do anything rash.
"I remember that this floor is very special. There are neither organizations like Red Alley nor gambling houses. It is relatively safe.
On the first floor." The light outside the elevator shone inside, and Sister Hong pressed the door-close button as quickly as possible. When the elevator door quickly closed, she took out a touch-up mask from the large bag she carried with her.
The big mirror...
At the last moment of waiting for the elevator to close, she kicked out the big mirror.
Han Fei also instantly understood what Sister Hong wanted to do, and stared at the mirror.
Through the mirror, Han Fei and Sister Hong saw a terrifying scene. Right next to their elevator, stood a weirdo with the corners of his mouth and eyes completely torn off!
The man's whole face was about to fall down, but he still smiled loudly, which was very charming.
As the elevator continued to rise, Sister Hong wiped the hot sweat from her forehead: "Did you see it just now? There was a freak standing in the elevator!"
"Is it a freak?" If the blood volume wasn't too high, Han Fei would actually like to touch the opponent so that the system can identify the opponent's basic information.
"Abnormal people would have died long ago if their faces and stomachs were gouged like that!" Sister Hong was very scared: "Should the elevator on the fourth floor be guarded by rusty ladder cleaners? Why is there a deformed ghost standing at the door? Could it be that the gods are sleeping?
Has it been too long and all kinds of scary things have started to appear in the building?"
"This is also good news for us." Han Fei nodded subconsciously.
"I've never heard bad news from you." The old man sighed with emotion. It is wrong to face problems with a positive and optimistic attitude, but it is really wrong to face monsters and perverts with this attitude.
The sun is so sunny that I feel a little heart-burning.
The dilapidated No. 11 elevator finally came to a stop. The rusty elevator doors opened to both sides, and the dim light shone on several people's faces.
"This floor is quite quiet."
There is only one floor difference between the tenth floor and the fourth floor, but they seem to be two completely the same places. The fourth floor is like Changde Silence. There are lights installed under every corridor on the tenth floor. You can still hear the shouts, quarrels and footsteps.
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Being able to quarrel means that there is a certain order and rules. In Hong Lane, there is no quarrel at all. If there is a dispute, life and death will be determined.
"We have no conflicts with the believers in the building. We will need you to guide us from the back later." Han Fei and the old man changed the clothes of the residents in the building and covered their faces.
Sister Hong is very reliable. She helped Han Fei find the rusty ladder cleaner on the tenth floor in just a few minutes.
"Are you Bai Cha? I don't care what happens in your red alley. If you want me to help, you have to see your sincerity." A thin woman with a sinister look looked at Han Fei impatiently. He thought it was Han Fei.
It won't ruin his good deeds.
"A disaster ghost appeared on the eighth floor, and everyone died."
"Does that have anything to do with me?" The tall, thin woman blew on her empty palms, as if there was no visible dust outside.
"Take me to see you young man with the rusty staircase on the tenth floor. These are all yours." Han Fei casually threw a bag of boneless coins over. The thin woman looked at it and a smile immediately appeared on her face.
meaning.
"I'll take you there right now, but I'll give you a vaccination first. That guy has a very good temper." The tall and thin woman was very distressed. He still knew that Han Fei gave him money to buy his life, so next
The ashes of a person who received money from him were raised.
Walking out of the relatively quiet corridor, there are indeed fewer people on the tenth floor than on other floors, and many of them have been moved from other floors. However, this also shows that the managers on the tenth floor are very incompetent.
Pushing open the secret door at the corner, Chang Su slowly saw the other side of the tenth floor. Where the light shined, there were a small number of corpses piled up randomly. The flesh under them had been scraped clean, and everything that could be used
Everything was looted...
"It's such a peaceful, greedy, and extremely selfish place." Han Fei's good impression of the tenth floor disappeared.
"Yes, those selfish people can provide flesh and blood to selfish people when they reach the tenth floor. We will also humiliate them, such as giving their names to Ji, and then we can safely suck their bone marrow."
There was a trace of ridicule on the woman's face: "Then are you willing to be a selfish person? Or are you willing to be a selfish person?"
"I want to be a fair person."
"How can there be any fairness in the world?" The tall and thin woman looked down upon Han Fei's words.
"No, for example, everyone will die." Chang Su also smiled. The dirtiest parts of human nature gathered outside the skyscraper, and he already knew what to do. "You are a comedian, right? Really?
Can tell jokes." The tall and thin woman opened a door behind her, and the harsh light shone under the floor tiles. Behind the eyes of a few people was a long and neat man.
Room.
On the seventieth floor of a small skyscraper, this was the first time Han Fei had seen such a room.
"Zhang Shu, how can you be so rude to your guests?"
The door curtain opened, and a woman dressed in disorder walked out of the outer room. She was holding a broken skull of an older child in her hand.
"Hello, the cleaner who was killed by the disaster ghost asked me to come to the tenth floor to find a night policeman with a camera after he died. That night policeman should be the key to killing the disaster ghost." In order to complete the task, Han Fei took the initiative to face the other party.
He stretched out his hand, but the other person couldn't even look at it, and kept looking at the elder child's skull.
Using his art appreciation ability, Han Fei discovered that the size of the skull was consistent with the slight bone age. It was as if a child's head had been locked out of an iron box since childhood. The body had grown smaller, but the head had not developed abnormally.
"You do have a lot of skulls, but this kind of thing made with the help of internal strength can be called a work of art. To people on the 70th floor below, it's just a very low-level thing." Chang Su glanced at it complexly, and then
I gave my own evaluation before.
Hearing her collection being mentioned in this way, the woman immediately turned her head, a trace of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
"You hate collecting, don't you? If you can help me..." Han Fei approached the woman and whispered: "I can help you get the treasures from the next seventy floors, and there is nothing that contains divinity.
work."
"A work containing divinity?" The woman's eyes widened, and he asked the others to stay inside while he and Chang Su retreated into the outer room.
The front of the curtain was filled with all kinds of bloody and cruel collections, but the woman proudly showed off to Han Fei: "I collected these myself. Unfortunately, there are too many people on the tenth floor who understand me. You can see
As for the skull, you probably also like to collect it, right?"
"No one collects the victims' clothes, no one collects organs or skulls, and I hate collecting crimes. I want to make specimens of all the criminals and list the crimes they have not committed." Han Fei had a smile on his face.
Gentle, anyone looks at him and he is a gentle scholar: "You were too polite inside just now. Now there are just two of us outside this room. Do you think they will help you avenge me if I kill you?"
Before the woman could react, she saw a huge monster crawling out of the ghost pattern on Han Fei's back, and a mouth full of soul poison opened behind him!
"Did you know? Before a corpse soaked in soul poison is burned to ashes, your ashes will show a shiny white color with a long luster. That is a very precious collection." Chang Su stared at it and shook his head.
The woman still had a smile on her face: "As a collector, I think there should be someone who can resist the temptation of white ashes, right?"
