Mr. Xia said that he was very scared at the time, so he quickly turned back again. The entrance to the path was still as empty as he had first seen. When he turned back to look at the window, he found that the short-haired woman was already standing behind him.
Mr. Xia breathed a long sigh of relief, but was accompanied by a trembling feeling. He said that this time he could see the face of the woman clearly. She looked about thirty years old, with short hair, black professional clothes, and a very capable appearance, like a woman.
The white-collar worker had a slanting mark that looked like a wound on her neck from her collarbone to her chest. She was smiling. If she hadn't known that she was not a human being, she would have thought she looked quite kind. Mr. Xia said he didn't dare to look back.
I was afraid that when I turned around again, I would find that this woman had changed to another position, so I stared at the woman behind me through the reflection in the window. The woman stood like this at first, and then started to
He leaned forward and put his mouth to Mr. Xia's ear. He subconsciously avoided it for a moment, and then heard a voice saying: "You are blocking me..."
Mr. Xia said that if he had to say that he heard the voice, it would not be very accurate. The voice seemed more like it came from his own heart, with a little echo, but it was very clear. After hearing this sentence
When he saw it, he was so frightened that he backed away to one side, and then ran away desperately.
He went on to say that after returning home that day, he did not come to the company the next day. Instead, he thought about the matter over and over again at home. He even did a divination calculation for himself and figured out that someone helping him meant that the matter was definitely not his.
I solved it myself, so I started looking around for really capable masters, and found the two of us. After listening to everything Mr. Xia said, Hu Zongren asked him, what about that strange photo printed in your printing press?
Do you have any here? Mr. Xia said yes, so he bent down and took out a piece of paper from the drawer under his desk. It was easy to see from the uneven edges that this photo was taken from the paper that was spit out at the beginning.
Hu Zongren asked him, what about the rest? Mr. Xia said that he forcibly cut off the power to the entire factory that day, then took off the paper and burned the printed parts.
Hu Zongren nodded, indicating that he was right to do so. If something is related to the deceased, the best way is to burn it, except for items specially reserved as souvenirs, such as some clothes during his lifetime, or
Photos, etc. However, if things like nails, hair, blood, etc. are not burned without fire, it is very likely to form a reason for the deceased to stay, provided that the deceased cared about these things very much.
I took the printed photo from Mr. Xia. The content was indeed the same as what Mr. Xia described before, but the picture was not clear, just like the blur caused by the poor signal of the TV station. Hu Zongren also took a look.
The photo said, let's start the inspection from this office first. Mr. Xia said, wait for me for a while, I'll call the workers and ask them to stay away first. The alleys here are deep and it's an old community. Generally, they won't
Someone is coming.
After saying that, he picked up the phone on the table and called the workers on duty below, asking them to leave first without turning off the machines. We continued to wait in the office until the last worker left, and then we went out.
Then I took out my compass and started looking for it from Mr.
Yes, so I still might find some traces on the door. Sure enough, I noticed some movement on the handle outside the door. Maybe it was because of the time, but it didn't seem very strong. Then we started from the door and went downstairs.
While checking, I found a few marks on the door, as if they had been scratched by fingernails. They were also found on every step on the stairs, but the ones on the stairs were very strange. The positions on each step appeared smartly.
They are almost the same. It stands to reason that if the footsteps that Mr.
It makes sense to be separated by one step, but there was no reaction at all on the other side. I told Hu Zongren this situation, and Hu Zongren said nonchalantly, didn't they just say it? It's a zombie, and zombies use jumping!
Of course I didn't pay attention to what an idiot like Hu Zongren said. I even felt that consulting him was an act of humiliation. So I secretly analyzed that either the female ghost was walking sideways one step at a time. But the posture was so weird, and there was no surveillance evidence, it was hard to convince me that either the woman was jumping up the stairs step by step, which seemed to explain why the footsteps that Mr. Xia heard back then It's relatively large, and I even think the most likely possibility is that this woman raised one foot and jumped up the stairs.
The reason for my analysis is actually very simple. It should be said that it is more of my intuition. From the photo that Mr. Xia gave us before, the woman’s feet are crossed, which means that only one foot is on the ground, and If this photo is the female ghost conveying some kind of message, I have to consider this possibility. Although it is a bit far-fetched, I still secretly remembered this, turned around and asked Mr. Xia next to me, Can you see the feet of the short-haired woman you saw in the reflection of the glass? Mr. It was too far, and I was completely unprepared, so I couldn't remember it clearly. The second time, I was mostly afraid, and I didn't pay attention. The third time, when I was behind me, the lower edge of the window was blocked. Legs, you can't even see your own legs, how can you see that woman's legs clearly?
Mr. Xia said this, so I had no choice but to give up. This strange agitation continued from the office to the ground floor. I continued to search, but the agility disappeared at this moment, as if the starting point of the short-haired woman was where I was standing. Generally speaking, Mr. Xia pointed to the window on one side and said, it was on the glass of this window that I saw the woman. I took a look and found that it was actually a very simple factory window that could be opened towards the outdoors. , with an iron fence inside. Then Hu Zongren and I walked into the factory, and I saw at a glance the printing press with a piece of paper with the word "Fault" written on it. This machine was better than I thought. It's much bigger. I thought it was the size of a photo machine at first. I didn't check the machine next to it. Anyway, if you get close to it, it will definitely spin around. It's not because of the agility, but because the machine will interfere with the compass. .
Hu Zongren and I stood in the center of the factory building. The floor was covered with various piled magazines or picture albums. Hu Zongren became interested in one of the small magazines called "Women's Health". I knew it was an illegal publication that was privately printed by a certain hospital on the street. I carefully observed the environment of the factory. The height of the floor was much higher than I had expected. There was a long hanging machine hanging at intervals. Fluorescent lamps have relatively long wires, so I think the worker's description of something hitting the light tube was unrealistic. Even a mouse couldn't climb to the ceiling and hang upside down.
Then I stood in front of the computer desk located in a corner of the factory building. I guessed that this was where the ghosted night shift worker on the first night turned around and saw the figure at the door. The computer desk is located at an angle of 45 to the factory door. The distance between opposite angles is about twenty meters. If I were to throw an ink cartridge from this position to the door, the landing point would be very accurate. But I noticed that the malfunction cannot be seen from this place. The back of the machine, that is to say, the location where the power is turned on, is a blind spot from where I am standing.
So I asked Mr. Xia, was there only one worker on the first night, right? He said yes. I asked him again, which punching machine was it? Mr. Xia pointed to a small machine next to the faulty machine.
The machine said this, and it was also far away from the computer desk. In this way, I came to the conclusion that the female ghost had entered this factory, but for some reason it never came close to this corner of the computer desk, even if it was asked to do so.
I noticed that it was just standing far away, which was different from the strange things that the workers encountered several times later. So I started to check the things placed in this corner, and soon I found a pair of faded ones on the wall.
The person in the painting is none other than Mr. Zhong Kui, the industry elite and image spokesperson in the ghost hunting world.
Although I don’t worship Zhong Kui, and even often compare his appearance with Zhong Kui, I still respect him. Although everything about him is more of a legend, the legend spreads for a long time and the more people listen to it, the more people will listen to it, and the more people listen to it, the more people will listen to it.
A very strange effect. For example, it is obvious that the death time of the short-haired female ghost who appeared this time was not very far away from now. Master Zhong Kui had been there for who knows how many years before her, so she must have heard of "Zhong Kui's arrest" before her death.
"Ghost" is such a term, so it is natural to be afraid.
At this time, there was a strange whining sound, which scared me nervously and stretched out my hand to take out the red rope. When I turned around, I realized that Hu Zongren had turned on the punching machine next to the faulty machine, and then he seemed to have pressed something.
When the key is pressed, the firing pin on the punching machine begins to move up and down rhythmically.
Hu Zongren touched his hand and said, "It hurts so much when this drill hits someone's hand. I reminded him to stand far away. What if your hand is caught later?" Hu Zongren said loudly, "Then
How can it be done? My hands are so precious and can do so many things! After saying this, he made an obscene gesture that everyone knows, then looked at his hands, then at the punching machine, and suddenly laughed.
Say, don’t tell me, they really look alike!
I rolled my eyes at him and said, it's quite similar, you can only punch holes, pay attention, it's a hole.