None of the three people outside the small iron gate spoke, and the scene was silent.
The three people's eyes were fixed on the thin rope that was constantly being pulled in. The thin rope was a thick bundle and was estimated to be at least 500 to 800 meters long when fully stretched.
But the weight of the rope is very light, and the material is both strong and lightweight.
The string was pulled in bit by bit. It can be seen that Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo have been walking inside, and they are moving at a constant speed. There is nothing abnormal for the time being.
The ordinary sheriff lit the cigarette that had been extinguished just now and stood aside smoking, but did not take his eyes off the string.
The retired security guard followed Shen Xing's example and squatted on the other side of the two bundles of strings, carefully observing the movement. He had already put on the cloth gloves left by Li Naijing.
It can be seen that both of them are very responsible.
Shen Xing stood up, fixed the other end of the string that tied him to the railing next to the flower bed, and pulled it. It was very strong.
Not long after, the string that was pulled into the small iron gate at a constant speed suddenly began to speed up, as if Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo were running in.
The three people's eyes shrank, showing surprise.
Immediately, I saw Li Naijing's thin rope speeding up again, and it was pulled in quickly with a whoosh. It was not running at all, as if Li Naijing was being dragged away quickly by something, and the speed was beyond human reach.
But Zhao Wenbo's thin rope suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.
"Something's wrong!"
The Sheriff, who was smoking, quickly approached and stepped hard on the rope, preparing to step on it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the string, he was immediately carried forward by the powerful force and fell to the ground with a bang.
The retired security guard quickly stretched out his two gloved hands and grabbed the string that was pulling in quickly. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't hold it back. The pulling string rubbed violently against the cloth gloves and made a loud noise. There was a sound, and soon light smoke began to emit from the surface of the thick gloves.
The security guard kicked his feet on the ground, his eyes were red, and he leaned back, desperately tugging on the string.
Seeing that he couldn't catch it, Shen Xing turned around and looked around, and saw a thick wooden stick not far away. He ran over and grabbed it. The stick was almost as thick as a horizontal bar for gymnastics.
When he came to the thin rope that kept sliding in, he stretched out the wooden stick, quickly wrapped it around the thin rope, wrapped the rope around the wooden stick, grabbed both ends of the wooden stick with both hands, and pulled hard with the security guard. Live the rope.
There was a click, and to Shen Xing's surprise, the fast-moving rope instantly broke the thick wooden stick in half.
At the same moment, the security guard's cloth gloves were directly torn, the skin on his palms burst open, and blood flowed out. He was so frightened that he quickly let go.
The last bit of string was completely pulled in, causing the thread tied to the flowerbed railing at the other end of the string to snap straight. Visible to the naked eye, the metal railing began to deform due to the pulling, making a boom-boom sound of the metal breaking inside.
Click, the next second, the outside of the metal railing cracked, creating a gap.
"Get away!" Shen Xing immediately reminded the security guard and the police officer.
The three of them quickly stepped aside.
With a bang, the metal railing was completely broken, and the broken part was quickly pulled by the end of the string into the small iron door, clanking, and making collision and friction sounds with the ground.
After a few seconds, nothing more was heard.
Silence returned outside, the three of them looked at each other, and no one spoke.
After a while, Shen Xing squatted down, pulled the string of Zhao Wenbo who was motionless, and pulled it twice.
After a while, the other end also pulled twice.
This is the signal they just agreed upon. Pulling it twice means that you are temporarily safe.
Shen Xing guessed that Zhao Wenbo and Li Naijing must have separated. He pulled the string three times again and asked the other party if he wanted to go down.
For a moment, the string in my hand felt pulled by the other end, the same three times.
Shen Xing no longer hesitated, stood up and said to the Sheriff and the security guard: "Call for backup. Don't let anyone in the school get close to this iron gate until the backup arrives."
The two nodded and saw Shen Xing tugged on the string around his waist, then turned around and walked in through the small iron door.
Not long after entering, the surroundings fell into darkness.
Shen Xing turned on the flashlight and turned to look outside. Because he started going down the stairs, he could no longer see what was going on outside.
He had been paying attention to the straighter string belonging to Zhao Wenbo. The string was still there, not lost like Li Naijing.
He pulled Zhao Wenbo's string and pulled it again, which meant that he was coming down. Not long after, there was also a tug on the other side in response.
Shen Xing turned on the flashlight and walked down the elevator.
He didn't believe that Li Naijing would finish the game so soon. After all, the other party was a professional. Even if the string was pulled in by something weird, it would be easy for Li Naijing to escape. For example, she could just take off the string from her waist. .
We quickly descended to the negative floor. The stairs here seemed not as bizarre as Creamer said. They looked normal now.
Shen Xing looked around with a strong flashlight. This floor was similar to a warehouse. You could see it when you went down the stairs. There were no separate rooms, and there were a lot of old books and newspapers piled up.
He paid attention to his mental antibodies, which showed no signs of declining.
Then he opened the special eyes and checked this layer, but he didn't see any abnormal red aura through the special eyes.
I looked at the rope that belonged to Zhao Wenbo. The rope made a curve and extended to the second floor below. But I didn't see the thin rope that belonged to Creamer and was tied with half of the metal guardrail.
Shen Xing pulled Zhao Wenbo's string twice more, and the other party responded quickly. Shen Xing did not stay on the first floor below, but followed the stairs to the second floor below.
Not long after, he arrived at the negative second floor.
The setting of this floor is the same as that of the first floor, but the things stacked are different. They are all old bookcases, tables and chairs, etc., and they are not stacked neatly and are scattered everywhere.
Shen Xing turned on the special pupils again and looked at this layer again, but still found no abnormalities.
Because opening the strange pupils will continue to consume mental energy, otherwise he would not use a flashlight at all now. Turning on the strange pupils is as useful as night vision goggles.
Although nothing was found, Zhao Wenbo's string did not go to the third floor. Instead, it was on this floor, extending between the tables, chairs and bookcases stacked everywhere. The specific location could not be seen.
Shen Xing pulled the string twice more, and the other end quickly pulled twice in response, proving that Zhao Wenbo was on this floor.
Shen Xing shined a flashlight, estimated the approximate direction, walked toward the inside of this floor, and shouted at the same time.
"Zhao Wenbo?"
After waiting for a moment, there was no response.
He looked suspicious and wary, and pulled the string next to him twice again, and there was an immediate response.
Shen Xing stopped pulling and kept half a meter away from the string. He moved forward, took out a black telescopic stick in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He walked around several stacked wardrobes, tables and chairs, and quickly arrived here. One of the corners on the first floor against the wall.
Zhao Wenbo's string is still here, extending to the corner, but it is blocked by a large bookcase.
Shen Xing walked over quickly and stood about three meters away from the bookcase. The flashlight shone on the bookcase.
A fat woman in gray clothes with disheveled hair stood here silently, holding the string in her right hand, her head lowered, her hair covering most of her face, motionless.
