Disaster Shelter

Chang Sundi said to Wen Wen, "Generally speaking, Xiaolongxia will appear at the scene of the accident as soon as possible, so we have to find his fastest method, which is to rush to the scene as quickly as possible, so that we may be able to meet him. bump into."

Wen Wen said thoughtfully: "Since it can appear on the scene at the first time, this 'Little Dragon Man' should have a special intelligence collection system or have similar capabilities. Have you investigated from this aspect?"

"Of course I investigated, we tried all kinds of methods, but in the end it was the easiest way to find him with luck." Chang Sundi said with a grin.

"Then I will trust you. It ’s up to you to drive me and take your luck. This little thing is drinking hot pot bottoms and drinking it. I am afraid it will cause an accident when driving." Wen Wen said with a slumped three cubs tail. .

...

In the office building late at night, the thirteenth floor is still lit.

More than a dozen young people are typing on the keyboard under the light. They are either bald youths or hair loss girls, all of them are programmers.

It's almost the end of the month, but their work has not been completed, so they can only work to support their families and allow the boss to buy a new sports car as soon as possible and work overtime at night.

Meng Chun rubbed his slightly swollen temples, stopped his cramping hands, and made himself a cup of coffee.

Then he greeted his colleagues and said, "Let's take a break for a while to chat. Now this whole building is only a dozen of us, and only the sound of typing on the keyboard, I feel a little bit frustrated."

"Why hair?"

A woman sitting opposite Meng Chun stood up and asked Meng Chun curiously, saying that her face was pale and astounding, she could not see the facial features, and her strange eyes were tingling.

"Ah ... Li Meiqi ... what the **** are you doing!" Meng Chun was startled, and a mask was put on the face of the woman who was opposite.

Li Meiqi sneered and said, "It's all midnight, and we are still working late at night. I don't want my skin to age in advance, but Meng Chun, are you a big man so brave?"

"Who said I was timid ..."

Meng Chun retorted, and said in a very tempting tone, "But you know why our company is so cheap to lease a floor."

A burly man turned his chair and looked helplessly at Meng Chun and said, "Meng Chun, your kid is going to tell a ghost story again, okay, it can refresh me."

"This is not a ghost story!"

Meng Chun said solemnly, "I heard our company's finances say that the cost of renting this floor is only a quarter of the price of the other floor. Are you not curious about this?"

Li Meiqi moved the stool next to Meng Chun and urged, "Come on, don't sell off."

Seeing that the three of them started to tell ghost stories and play, programmers in other jobs also gathered one after another, and more and more people sat next to Meng Chun, forming a small circle.

"Our building was rented seven months ago. There were no people working on this floor for more than three years. The elevator didn't even stay on this floor!"

"The reason for all this is to start from four years ago. There was an IT company here four years ago, and the performance has been tepid."

"Because of poor performance, I can only squeeze the employees. Every day I have to work overtime until late at night. One day, a male employee was overwhelmed. When other colleagues left the building, the employee committed suicide at his desk. ! "

The tone of Meng Chun's speech made people feel chilly, plus the ghost story fits well with the current environment of the crowd, so the audience felt a little embarrassed in their hearts.

But they didn't care, because this is the fun of listening to ghost stories late at night. Meng Chun is a little expert in telling ghost stories in the company, and only he can let everyone bring them into the story.

"When I went to work the next day, none of the social animals who came to work hard and the company's management staff noticed the death of the male employee, so they worked overtime until late at night ..."

With the advancement of Meng Chun's story, everyone felt more and more chill, as if every dark corner between the buildings was hiding people.

"As usual, the company worked overtime late into the night and no one noticed that the male employee who had been lying on the table for a day slowly sat up and made a cup of coffee."

Everyone looked at the coffee cup in Meng Chun's hand, stared at each other, and got closer to each other. Meng Chun's puppet became more and more scary.

"This male employee started telling ghost stories, because he was so wonderful, so the colleagues who worked overtime all gathered together."

"It's the purpose of the male employee to get everyone around. He wants his colleagues to stay forever and work overtime in this company with him, so that he will not be lonely, so he is telling ghost stories. There will always be an audience. "

Meng Chun lowered her voice and said in an evil tone: "However, this male employee is dead, after all, his story can be heard not only by his colleagues, but also by other people wandering in the middle of the night ~ www.readwn.com ~ So gathered There are more and more people around male employees ... "

The crowd felt a little scared, and looked around. After looking back, they looked pale and scared, wondering what they were thinking.

Tonight, the story told by Meng Chun seems particularly scary.

Meng Chun glanced at the crowd with satisfaction. This is the first time he has told ghost stories with such a good effect. Before, these people stabbed while listening, and today they scared and shivered.

"When the story of the male employee came to an end, the audience was already scared to cry, and at this time, the male employee also revealed his true colors, **** eyes, and long red tongues ..."

Meng Chun turned her head, smeared a little tomato juice on her eyes, hung a fake tongue in her mouth, and turned around to yell at everyone: "Hoo! I want you to listen to me forever!"

Meng Chun, who was expecting everyone to scream, did not see the picture he wanted to see.

Before, they were trembling with fear. Now he has prepared props for the last plot. It should be the most dramatic one. Why is everyone just shaking like before?

Unless ... they are so scared, not because of their ghost story!

Thinking of this stubble, Meng Chun felt the coldness of the bones. He noticed that the hot coffee today seems to be much colder than usual.

And among the people who listened to their own storytelling, the familiar faces were a bit strange, and the strange faces were familiar, as if all of them were their colleagues.

But he clearly remembered that there were only a dozen people in their company working in the whole building, and after he told the ghost story ... there were dozens of people around!

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