A harsh voice sounded in the corridor. Lin Mo walked out of the safe passage again, holding a black paper lantern and walking slowly forward. Lin Mo focused all his attention.
He was alert to the unknown dangers in the darkness, and at the same time he was looking for a voice, a voice to guide him.
In the previous two floors, when Lin Mo walked into the corridor from the safe passage, there would be a sound guiding Lin Mo in one direction. The first one was the sound of music and the tapping footsteps, and then
, is the sound made by the basketball hitting the ground and wall.
This is true for the first two, so there must be no surprises here.
Waiting in the darkness, what is waiting is not light, but a one-man show that although no blood can be seen, is always surrounded by layers of blood.
"Tear~"
Lin Mo didn't wait long. The sound of paper being torn into pieces suddenly sounded, as if something was being torn into pieces...
The sound was not very loud, but it was extremely clear in the silent darkness. It seemed that the sound was not very far away.
He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from. As far as he could see, there was a deep darkness. The power of the black shadow continued to spread forward, and then Lin Mo stepped towards the direction where the sound came from.
Not long after, Lin Mo stood in front of a door again. The sound of the thing being torn apart came from behind the security door.
At this time, there was no need to worry about the sound of tearing paper. Why, despite the obstruction of the security door, it could still pass through the long corridor and reach Lin Mo's ears. The house here and the sound of the security door
The effect has been verified on the previous two floors.
Reaching out to open the door, Lin Mo did not use the power of shadow to cover the black paper lantern this time, and just walked into the house with the black paper lantern.
"Tear~"
"Tear~"
Lin Mo walked into the room, and the sound of paper being torn into pieces reached Lin Mo's ears very clearly.
The power of the black shadow spread, not completely covering everything in the room, but roughly drawing a large net, barely covering the house.
"Huh? It's really him."
The previous speculation turned into reality once again. There was still only one person in this house, and this person was the man wearing a cheap suit and carrying a bag.
However, compared to the two floors above, this person's home is obviously more like a home. Everything in the living room is available, including the sofa, the coffee table, and a TV.
But at this time, the entire garden community had a power outage, there was no light, and the living room was completely dark.
Carrying a black paper lantern, Lin Mo walked into the living room.
On the sofa in the living room, the man wearing a cheap suit was sitting on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of him, there were a lot of things piled high and low.
With the dim light emitted by the black paper lantern, Lin Mo saw that the other party had a contract for some unknown purpose on the coffee table, as well as some leaflets and various manuals. At this time, the man in a cheap suit
The man is sitting on the sofa.
He picked up the leaflets one by one from the coffee table, picked up the contract, picked up the manual, and tore the paper into pieces page by page. The "tearing" sound of shredding came from his hands.
Broken papers kept flying and fell to the ground like snowflakes. They piled up in a thick pile at the man's feet, just like the autumn woods, with falling yellow leaves, completely rotting.
Before, the ground was piled up layer upon layer.
I looked down and saw that the bottom of the coffee table was full of pieces of paper.
"What's going on with this guy?"
Lin Mo held up the black paper lantern and waved it in front of the man's eyes. The dim light illuminated the other man's face, but the man in the cheap suit didn't seem to see the black paper lantern and was still tearing it apart.
Things on the desktop.
Tear it apart, mash it into a ball, and then tear it apart bit by bit. The range of this man's movements is not as violent as that of the two people on the two floors above, but the fingertips tremble, and every time the fingers interlock, it shows
Power, but with deep resentment.
This is an ordinary-looking man. To describe him simply as ordinary-looking does not seem to be comprehensive enough.
His skin was not that good. His face was covered with bumpy acne marks, deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, obvious bags under his eyes, and dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
His hair is a little thin and he looks like he is only thirty years old, but his hairline is already hanging high. There are obvious signs of wear and tear on the collar between his neck, and the skin on his hands is even rougher.
There are still some spots and cracks in places.
This is a man whose living situation is not very good, the kind of man who works hard but never gets the life he wants.
The heavy work and the pressure of life have made him look old at this age.
There was no ring on his finger, and there was no trace of wearing a ring. In the corner of the coffee table, there was a water glass, solitary, and it looked particularly special among this mess of things.
Along the way, Lin Mo only saw a few pairs of men's shoes at the entrance. He lived alone, he was just a person, a lonely guy.
The sound of paper being torn up was still heard, and the man's movements did not change at all, not because of Lin Mo's intrusion.
, and what are the changes in rhythm?
Lin Mo came closer and took a look at the content on the A4 paper and the brochures next to it. He roughly guessed what this man's job was. It seemed to be a salesperson, a salesperson with not very good performance.
"On the first two floors, I watched until the end, so something happened. So if I continue to wait like before, there will probably be unexpected changes here."
Lin Mo secretly cursed, his eyes swept over the scattered pieces of paper on the ground. Thinking of the black wave, the countless bouncing basketballs, and looking at the pieces of paper that were torn into pieces, Lin Mo was probably able to
You can guess what is about to happen on this floor and in this room.
The man has been tearing the paper, and there is a lot of paper here. If this continues, there will be more pieces of paper torn by the man, although at this time Lin Mo doesn't know how the pieces of paper will change.
What it will look like and what kind of power it will have, but Lin Mo knows that he can't wait any longer.
Injured on the upper floor, Lin Mo had only a few choices before him, either to test now, or to leave now.
Wait till the end?
That's impossible, unless Lin Mo dares to put all his confidence in the black paper lantern in his hand, or come up with some other means to protect himself.
If not, Lin Mo would still be as if he was climbing two floors up, then there would only be one end, and he would be completely left here.
At that time, you may be trapped or you may die.
If it is related to the situation of this garden community during the day, then there is only one possibility left, which is death.
Being forgotten and no one remembers it is no different from death.
The choice does not take long. This problem does not bother Lin Mo. Nothing is clear here. The more trump cards shown, the more dangerous it is for Lin Mo. You don’t know whether your so-called friends are real friends, and you don’t know.
Do you know how many enemies there are?
As for leaving right now?
Of course Lin Mo wouldn't make that choice. If he didn't do anything, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?
Holding a black paper lantern, Lin Mo sat down next to the man, stretched out his arms, hugged the man's shoulders, and said carelessly:
"Hey, buddy, what are you doing? Is it fun to tear up paper in the middle of the night?"
"You have so much paper, why don't you sell it for scrap? How about you get some money?"
Faced with Lin Mo's question and the offensive action, the man did not react at all. He still stretched out his hand mechanically, picked up a piece of paper on the table, and slowly pulled it.