"...Master Chen, your talisman seems to have no effect."
"I'm also thinking about whether I made a mistake. To be honest, I've only seen this talisman two or three times. Maybe there are some restrictions on its use that I don't know about."
"Can't you say this beforehand?"
Zhou Yu glared at the other party almost angrily. Chen Wei just shrugged nonchalantly and said, "There won't be any side effects anyway. Let's take a look first."
"I really don't know why I came here...Classmate Zhang, can you please go turn on the light?"
"No! There's no atmosphere in this!"
In fact, since just now, Zhou Yu has turned on the lights in the gym three times, but Zhang Mumu snuck over and turned them off immediately. Although Zhou Yu didn't ask about the reason, he probably guessed that it was this kind of inexplicable reason.
He began to regret going out with these two people. But at this point, he also wanted to know whether "Little Red Riding Hood" was the owner of the recording.
The girl in red who met a tragic end in Motian's mouth and the "Little Red Riding Hood" who fell to her death in Lunxing were completely consistent in time, place and characteristics. Is the dead person really Zhou Yu's friend? If so, what happened to the frequently sighted "Little Red Riding Hood" after her death?
In the afternoon, he had already tried searching online about the falling incident at the Lunxing Research and Technology Center. I don’t know whether this incident really didn’t cause any buzz, or whether the public relations department of Lunxing Company did a good job. He didn’t find any relevant information. However, when he selected the keywords "jumping off a building" and "girl", he saw a lot of them. Results related to this city.
Standing in the dark building, he felt a little hesitant and helpless.
Compared with him, Chen Wei, who kept saying he wanted to find "Little Red Riding Hood", looked at ease and comfortable, standing in front of the table tennis table and looking around. Really feeling that this guy was very eye-catching, Zhou Yu said, "Classmate Chen, what are you doing?"
"Obviously, I'm looking for a racket and ball. It's unlikely, but there might be a spare here."
"Aren't you not good at sports?"
"I can't do anything else. I'm very good at table tennis. I used to play with two foreigners and basically won nine out of ten games."
At this time, Zhang Mumu interrupted and said, "I won nine out of ten games against Ah Wei."
"The dwarfs are irrelevant. Your high ball is low to ordinary people. You just need to catch the ball and jump. I still have to stoop all the time."
Although Zhang Mumu is indeed not tall, Chen Wei's statement is obviously unrealistic. Zhou Yu raised the corner of his mouth mockingly towards the guy.
"You are really a weak scholar."
"It's not that bad, isn't it? Isn't this kind of thing popular now? Speaking of which, classmate Zhou, what's your aesthetic taste like? I think since you study art, you might appreciate people with strong bodies?"
"I like people who speak concisely and act straightforwardly."
"That's a pity. It's hard to find people like this nowadays. But I know a few good ones. Do you want me to introduce them to you?"
"Are you trying to help me find a matchmaker?"
"Yes, and there is no charge. You just need to treat me to a meal after the work is done. I have always been very conscientious when it comes to helping others. How about it? Do you have any hard standards for boyfriends?"
Zhou Yu stood up from the sofa and walked outside holding an umbrella. Chen Wei quickly said: "Sorry, sorry, I won't promote matchmaking services next time. It's not safe for you to go back alone now. Let's go together later."
"...I'm going to the bathroom."
After all, they had known each other for a while and had helped him in the past. Even if they couldn't get along with each other, Zhou Yu would not be so annoyed that he would walk away. What's more, Migenzhu City is definitely not safe at the moment, and he doesn't feel confident leaving Zhang Mumu and a guy who is incompetent in sports here.
In the dark night outside the window, you can vaguely see the shadows of birds flying by. The thumping sound was vaguely familiar.
The women's restroom and the fitness room are very close, you can see them as long as you walk out of the door. After walking a lot during the day, Zhou Yu could feel the severe pain in the bone injuries in his legs. In order not to worsen the injury, he could only move slowly towards the sign little by little.
The umbrella handle with the blade hidden in it felt cold to the touch. Since it got dark, the hilt of the sword disguised as an umbrella has become colder and colder. It has been held by him for a long time, but it feels like it has just been taken out of the freezer.
The door to the women's restroom is close at hand.
Although it was out of time, he still remembered the story told by Chen Wei. Why do ghost stories always designate women's restrooms as haunted places? Is it because it's dirty? Closed? Or is it because it is connected to the concept of women?
Putting the distracting thoughts out of his mind, he pushed open the toilet door.
It is worth mentioning that Zhou Yu has not been very adaptable to the women's toilet since her "birth". Although he had never entered the men's restroom, he somehow knew the structure inside very well, and he almost stepped in the first few times.
However, Zhou Yu's image and reputation are undoubtedly more important than his preference as a "personality".
Judging from his experience of entering the women's restroom a few times, the facilities in the Lunxing restroom are quite complete, including a dryer, hand sanitizer and a full-length mirror. The wall tiles and floor tiles look brand new and bright, without any stains. Just from the level of maintenance of this kind of public facilities, you can see the management level of Lunxing itself. At the same time, Zhou Yu also deeply realized that the ghost story Chen Wei had told before was complete nonsense.
This is because the design of the toilet inside Lunxing adopts a very private Z-shaped structure. If you just stand at the door and look around, you will see only the outermost wash basin and the doors of two or three toilet cubicles. If you don't go more than five steps inside, it's absolutely impossible to see clearly what's going on inside the toilet room.
Although this is not the high-rise building where the laboratory is located, commercial buildings like this often have the same internal structure. There is no reason to treat the more core researchers badly by designing the floors below to be so comfortable.
It can be seen from this that the description of seeing a female ghost deep in the toilet at the door is absolutely illogical. Either Chen Wei made it up based on the ghost story routine, or the protagonist of the incident was a pervert who walked into the women's bathroom late at night.
Zhou Yu walked into the compartment, locked the door panel, then pulled Revenge out of the umbrella handle and observed it carefully. Since nightfall, this bone sword has become extremely cold, reaching a level that cannot be ignored.
Previously, when Zhou Yu touched the sword, the main impression was the unusual warmth.
Except for the night when I met Mo Tian.
Because he was really afraid of that short fat man, Zhou Yu couldn't help but pay attention to the changes in this sword. Although he didn't know why the sword was hot and cold, but since the sword would react to the sky, he tentatively regarded the biting cold as some kind of warning.
It was obviously a cold sword, but it didn't feel bone-chilling when I held it in my hand. To be honest, Zhou Yu even felt that he liked this state.
The cold breath on the sword looked like a faint white smoke rising from the extremely high temperature, filling the small compartment. As long as you come into contact with the looming smoke, you will feel that your thoughts have condensed and calmed down.
No thoughts can exist, and consciousness is disintegrated in the hallucinatory white smoke. Only his eyes were sore and cold from the smoke. The eyeballs seemed to have lost their function as visual organs and turned into two heavy iron balls.
Then, from outside the white smoke, black tide rolled in. It was another dream where the soul was separated from the body, but it was slightly different from the past experience. He could still feel the existence of his own limbs, but vision intervened on a completely different level, as if two completely different systems were running in his body at the same time.
Because of the conflicting information in his senses, his skull began to throb. He widened his eyes unbearably and looked at the bone sword in his hand.
Even in this alternative "vision", the bone sword is still white and beautiful. Its smooth white bone blade is like a girl's delicate skin, and the golden wings on the sword's grid are flapping gracefully with the ups and downs of the black tide. The breath-like vibrations told Zhou Yu a silent reminder.
Following the reminder of "revenge", he lowered his head and looked down.
Through the tiles, through the floor, through the steel, all materials are reduced to the structure, and you look directly into the depths of the ground tens of meters below.
Under the black tide, the underground soil exudes a bright red light.
"Revenge" made a silent trembling laugh, and through the holder's tongue, it whispered in the black tide.
"……Got you."
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