When he lowered his head and looked over his crotch, did Wang Qing really see anything?
With such confusion, Fang Yajing looked behind her.
His eyes were instantly covered with a layer of bright green light.
The originally dark stairwell was hazy in this layer of green light for a few seconds, and soon everything in the field of vision became clear.
"light is on?"
Fang Yajing was stunned for a moment and subconsciously straightened up.
But when she looked away, there was still deep darkness around her, and it was difficult to see her fingers.
It turns out that only by looking down from the crotch can the layer of bright green light appear.
Through that layer of bright green light, you can clearly see the entire stairwell environment.
It was like suddenly wearing a layer of night vision goggles in front of my eyes.
Until now, she still didn't perceive danger due to her innate ability.
The stairwell is still safe.
Fang Yajing took two deep breaths, calmed down her overly nervous mood, and lowered her head again.
She counted the time silently in her mind, her eyes moving slowly.
Observing carefully, this world looked upside down when viewed from the crotch.
In a shimmering green light, the empty stairwell was covered with a layer of strange colors.
Fang Yajing's gaze wandered from the mottled wall behind her to the spiraling handrail of the stairs, and then to the ground.
The wall is uneven, as if it has aged, and there are dark and light colors left on it, and it is impossible to tell what the specific traces are.
There are similar marks on the ground, messily smeared across them.
On the handrails of the stairs, there were countless handprints, densely stacked on top of each other.
Fang Yajing's breath was stagnant.
Each of them walked up and down the stairs.
But it is absolutely impossible for just a few of them to leave so many fingerprints.
So when were these fingerprints... placed?
Was it before they walked by, or after they walked by, or... while they were walking?
Fang Yajing tried hard to get rid of those horrible associations.
Her eyes fell on the traces on the ground, and she began to think about what exactly those traces were.
Not a splash, nor a long strip left behind by dragging.
They are scattered on the ground one by one, layered on top of each other.
She distracted herself from thinking too much about horrible things.
One side is counting silently in the bottom of my heart.
"Six, seven, eight..."
Soon.
As long as you maintain this position for 10 seconds, this challenge can be completed.
Then, just stand up straight, open the door in front of you and go out.
"ninety--"
"boom!"
The moment the count reached the last number, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
An expressionless face suddenly appeared in her field of vision!
Fang Yajing's nerves were already tense to the extreme.
At this moment, the string that was stretched to the limit in my heart broke with a "pop".
Her legs weakened and she fell to her knees.
However, before kneeling down, he still maintained the posture of bending down and looking down from his crotch.
His head hit the ground and got stuck between his legs, forming a strange posture.
If there was a long-time yoga practitioner present at this time, and seeing Fang Yajing's appearance, he would probably admire her for this difficult move.
Fang Yajing seemed to clearly hear a clear dislocation sound from her lumbar spine.
The pain in her waist stimulated her to regain some sense.
Only then did Fang Yajing realize that her innate ability still did not give her any sense of danger.
She also did not encounter any attacks.
The face that suddenly appeared just now stood motionless in place, covered with a layer of emerald green light, looking at her.
His eyes were dull and out of focus.
Obviously, dead.
It's that man!
The last man who accepted the challenge and went into the stairwell to smoke!
His head was connected to his neck in an unnatural way.
And through the layer of bright green light, Fang Yajing could clearly see that his body was in an unnatural flat shape.
It was much flatter and wider than when he was still alive.
It's like a piece of flattened pie...
Fang Yajing reacted suddenly.
She got it.
She finally knew where those strange marks on the ground and walls came from.
It was clearly the traces left by the crushed human bodies, staggered and stacked on top of each other!
Fang Yajing's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she struggled to get up from the ground.
At this moment, a cough suddenly sounded beside her.
"Ahem."
There is actually another person!
No……
In other words, it was not a human being at all.
In panic, Fang Yajing tried to get up from the ground, but her legs gave out and she fell back.
A shuffling footsteps passed by Fang Yajing's ears and stopped in front of the man's body.
A hoarse voice sounded amidst a heart-wrenching cough, and he had to cough several times every few words he said.
"Cough cough...garbage, cough...don't, cough cough...don't litter...cough cough cough..."
A hand wrapped in thick gloves picked up the man's arm from the ground.
The guy who spoke grabbed the man's arm and dragged him into a black plastic bag.
In this extremely weird atmosphere, Fang Yajing's brain suddenly became clear.
Rubbish……
Could it be that this guy who appears here is a cleaner?
Rule 2, [The cleaner wears a black uniform and will clean up some unclean things. If you see trash, be sure to find the janitor and ask him to clean it up. 】
Fang Yajing held her breath and carefully got up from the ground while the cleaner's attention was not on her.
He softened his legs and quietly shrank to the door, holding the door handle with one hand.
As long as you find something is wrong, you can push the stairwell door open and escape at any time.
However, after she stood up, the fluorescent green light disappeared.
He couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.
I could only hear the sound of coughing in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground and the rustling of plastic bags.
Fang Yajing knew that it was the cleaners who were dragging the body.
The cleaner just said... that's garbage.
Did the cleaner mean that the body was garbage, or that they, the outside investigators, were garbage?
Fang Yajing always felt that it shouldn't be the latter.
Because even now, her talent is still intact.
It seemed to remind her that the cleaner in front of her was no threat.
At least for the moment, there's no threat.
Finally, the sound of the corpse being dragged on the ground disappeared.
The cleaner must have put the body into a garbage bag.
Fang Yajing held her breath, waiting for the cleaner's next move.
After a pause for a few seconds, the sound of the garbage bag suddenly became louder.
"Stab it—prick it—"
Garbage bags dragged on the ground, making a dull sound.
The cleaner coughed intermittently, accompanied by the sound of dragging garbage bags and heavy footsteps, heading downstairs.
He didn't seem to notice Fang Yajing at all.
Fang Yajing breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly he raised his voice and called to the cleaner: "Wait a minute! Are you the cleaner of this shopping mall?"
