First, judging from the video before and after, the real time of Nan Huaili's accident should be within one and a half minutes from when he came out with the coffee cup to when he came back.
According to Jiang Cheng's experience, Nan Huaili would not be dragged into a nightmare in such a short period of time.
Second, who is that face that suddenly appears?
If it were in a nightmare, then it could all be explained.
The face that suddenly appeared was that of a ghost.
It was it that led to the disappearance of Nan Huaili, and the Nan Huaili was disguised by this ghost.
But this is reality, not a nightmare.
An indescribable emotion fermented in Jiang Cheng's heart. In just a few seconds, many pictures and the sounds accompanying them flashed through his mind.
One evening, on the sofa in the studio, the middle-aged man who appeared with Xia Meng once told me about his understanding of nightmares.
He mentioned a word that was still fresh in Jiang Cheng's memory.
"Erosion..." Jiang Cheng whispered to himself.
"Mr. Jiang." Weiwei's voice suddenly sounded. She blinked and looked at Jiang Cheng, "What did you say?"
"Nothing." Jiang Cheng came to the corner where the ghost face had appeared, squatted down, and then imitated the posture of that face and stuck out half of his face.
From this position, you can just see Nan Huaili's office.
He raised his head again and looked at the surveillance position. In a corner at the end of the corridor, there was a white surveillance probe.
The video was taken by this probe.
From previous knowledge, Jiang Cheng learned that there was a surveillance probe near the coffee machine, but it broke some time ago.
Because the location is not important, I put off repairing it.
"How long has it been broken?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Weiwei thought for a while, then looked at Du Feng, who immediately replied: "It's probably almost 2 months, no no, at least two months!"
Two months...
Jiang Cheng thought for a while and felt that the broken surveillance system had nothing to do with Ghost Face. After all, he didn't think Ghost Face could wait patiently for that long.
However, out of caution, he was still prepared to confirm, "Does Nan Huaili often stay up late working in the office?"
"Yes." Weiwei replied, "Dr. Nan is very responsible for his work."
"Alone every time?"
"right."
His eyes swept around, and Jiang Cheng probably understood the situation, but the clues were really limited, and all the doubts pointed to that grimace.
"Let's go." Jiang Cheng said.
The group of people walked back to the elevator. Judging from Weiwei's expression, it was neither disappointed nor disappointed. After all, she didn't have much hope in the first place.
But from her eyes, Jiang Cheng could feel a feeling of loss.
It must be that Nan Huaili was very kind to her.
The elevator is here.
After the door opened, there were still several people standing inside, some of them looked like white-collar workers, some of them looked like they belonged to successful business owners...
All kinds of people, each one very vivid.
"Brother Wang." Weiwei said.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie in the elevator smiled and responded: "Weiwei, I see you again, I thought you were on a business trip."
It seems that Weiwei has many acquaintances in this building, but this also dispels some of Jiang Cheng's concerns. After all, he resists elevators.
If it weren't for Weiwei and Lin Wan'er were here, he would rather go down the stairs.
The elevator was quite spacious, but after the four of them entered, it seemed a little crowded.
Jiang Cheng glanced at them with his eyes. Counting them, there were 10 people in the elevator.
The elevator moves steadily downward.
Fortunately, Lin Wan'er didn't cause any trouble this time.
While the elevator was driving, Jiang Cheng suddenly smelled a strange smell. Although it was very faint, it was very obvious in the small space.
It's the stench of rotting meat.
The long-term habit made Jiang Cheng immediately alert. Jiang Cheng slowly turned his head and began to search for the source of the rancid smell.
"Fuck." A man who was a little taller than Jiang Cheng fanned his nose and complained, "What smells so bad?"
He was standing at the corner of the elevator, wearing the clothes of a takeaway boy, and holding a big bag in his hand.
The bag is transparent and you can see the packed milk tea inside.
Without even looking for it, everyone turned their attention to a figure at the end of the elevator.
Is a cleaner.
And this cleaner was carrying a big black bag in his hand, which was similar to the kind that usually contains garbage at home, but it was much larger.
Although everyone didn't say much, their faces were not very happy. After all, the smell was really too much.
If it gets on you, you have to bring it into the office.
The cleaner huddled in the corner always lowered his head. Judging from the gray hair exposed under the old-fashioned hat, he was already very old.
Everyone consciously stayed far away from the cleaner, leaving half a circle around him.
After Jiang Cheng looked at it for a few times, he looked away. After all, the elevator had stopped. At this time, he could just wait for the elevator door to open and then leave.
But in the crowded environment, no one would notice that although Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, Jiang Cheng's somewhat blurry figure reflected on the mirror-like elevator wall was not there.
A pair of slightly red eyes stared at the cleaner. After a moment, the figure looked away and looked at the door.
If someone is more careful, they will find something that is very scary to think about.
Jiang Cheng's figure reflected on the elevator wall is different from everyone else's. Everyone's figure is from the back, but Jiang Cheng's figure is from the front.
It was as if there was another version of himself exactly like Jiang Cheng, living in the shadow.
A few seconds passed.
The elevator door... didn't open.
"What's going on?" The middle-aged man frowned and pressed the elevator door button over and over again. He had a very important meeting and couldn't delay it.
The elevator door still didn't respond.
"What's going on?" The delivery boy squeezed over and patted the elevator door, "Isn't it broken?"
He seemed more anxious than the middle-aged man. After all, many customers were still waiting. If he received a few complaints, all this time would be in vain.
Someone began to complain in the elevator. Some people pressed the alarm button in the elevator. Others took out their mobile phones and dialed the rescue number written on the elevator.
Suddenly, the lights in the elevator also went out.
Now, everyone started to panic.
The elevator was filled with cluttered sounds, and people were shouting for help.
Speaking of panic, Jiang Cheng was actually the most panicked.
He had already sensed something was wrong.
"Don't talk!" Jiang Cheng was annoyed by their noise. With one sentence, everyone shut up. In the darkness, all he could hear was violent breathing.
After a few seconds, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough...something is wrong.
It's too quiet.
It's too quiet around here.
The elevator has reached the lobby on the first floor. People are coming and going here, and there are almost always people waiting for the elevator. They have been arguing for so long, but there is no feedback from the outside.
Like...all dead.
