The door shook, and the man in a suit's wailing and calling for help sounded outside, like a drowning man trying desperately to hold on to the straw floating on the water.
Now, the straw is Chu Ping. As long as Chu Ping shows kindness and opens the door, the man in the suit will be saved. Unfortunately, Chu Ping seems to have no intention of opening the door.
Chu Ping walked back and forth in the room. The body of Fatty No. 5 was still leaning in the corner of the room, with golden fragments scattered around him, like pieces of gold foil.
Only then did Chu Ping remember that there seemed to be a golden statue in this room.
"I left in a hurry just now, but I didn't look at who was hiding in the other golden body."
In order to move the Buddhist niche, Chu Ping dragged the golden statue out and stood it next to the broken mirror. Now Chu Ping thought of the golden statue and looked there.
The broken mirror reflected the golden statue, and the fragmented mirror surface seemed to have divided the golden statue into countless tiny pieces.
Because of the incident about the faceless female ghost in the mirror, Chu Ping did not dare to look directly into the mirror. Especially when he saw his broken self in the mirror, he felt frightened for no reason, as if the self in the mirror was his real self. appearance.
Chu Ping found the red cloth that had previously been covering the mirror and covered it.
"This should be much better."
The knocking by the man in suit outside the door continued.
Chu Ping pretended not to hear it at all, but looked at the golden statue standing on one side.
According to the man in the suit, the function of the golden statue is to attract the surrounding ghosts to feed the strange beings here.
"The strange existence that the manager mentioned should be the faceless female ghost in the mirror. As for Lu Chao...according to what the manager said, he should be trapped on the seventh floor, but why is he trapped on the seventh floor? There?"
Chu Ping rubbed his somewhat swollen head. It seemed that only one person could answer all these questions.
Chu Ping focused his attention on the door that made a "dong-dong" sound.
The Buddhist niche was moved, and the door was slightly exposed by Chu Ping. The man in the suit was seen with a paper-colored face and fearful eyes. He was beating the door and looking towards the stairs.
"Manager, I didn't hear you knocking on the door just now. If you need anything, come in and say something. Don't stand outside."
The man in the suit couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Open the door quickly, those things are coming after us."
Chu Ping looked at the man in suit with a smile, and seemed to have no intention of opening the door.
"I agree to whatever you want. Just let me in first, can you?"
The man in the suit was about to cry. The black mass behind him was gradually approaching him. The oppressive feeling made the man in the suit almost collapse.
"Creak——"
The door opened just enough for one person to come in.
The man in the suit hurriedly squeezed in through the crack in the door without saying anything.
"boom--"
The door was closed, and the man in a suit slumped down on the ground, half-leaning on the Buddhist altar at the door. Then he was breathing heavily, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed, as if he was congratulating himself for surviving the disaster.
"Tell me, what's going on in this building? How did it become like this? Don't tell me that it's just for raising weirdos. Raising weirdos doesn't require such a big battle."
Chu Ping squatted one meter away from the man in the suit, swung the stick in his hand, and then showed an amiable smile.
"This building is a cage, designed to trap the one on the seventh floor."
Chu Ping didn't expect to get such an answer from the man in the suit.
"Cage? Trapping the man upstairs?"
Chu Ping thought of Lu Chao, whom he met for the first time at the bus company. In his impression, the opponent's strength did not seem to warrant such a big deal.
"Yeah, but now that Anan has dissipated and the cage can no longer hold him, he will come down from the seventh floor."
When the man in the suit said this, he glanced at Chu Ping, with a proud smile on his lips.
"Boy, let me see how you deal with him. In order to deal with him, I turned the whole building into a ghost. When Anan was still there, I could still stabilize this cage. Now that Anan has dissipated, this place will become a ghost. Your nightmare."
The man in the suit started to laugh, hysterically, as if he was not the one who just faced the group of ghosts outside and begged Chu Ping to open the door.
After hearing what the man in the suit said, Chu Ping felt a little numb in his heart. He twitched the corner of his mouth and murmured: "It shouldn't be so serious."
Chu Ping now regrets letting Jiang Qing eat the faceless woman in the mirror.
"I should have stopped him if I had known earlier."
Chu Ping covered his forehead, and he realized that this place seemed to be becoming more and more out of his control.
"Is this all what your president means?"
If Chu Ping guessed correctly, the president of the Weird Tales Association should be Mu Ai.
"He doesn't know what's going on here."
The man in the suit thought of what looked like the man he had just seen appearing at the stairs.
"Don't know?" Chu Ping naturally noticed the change in the man's expression in the suit, but he acted calmly as if nothing had happened.
"I made all the decorations here. The president didn't know about it at all. Maybe he wasn't interested in the things here at all. After the woman died mysteriously that day, I sensed something strange here. That night I I entered this building and met the man on the seventh floor. Nan fought with him for more than ten rounds and was always at a disadvantage. I had no choice but to leave here first."
The man in the suit looked at the mirror covered with red cloth not far away, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart. It took him five years to cultivate a strange existence, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed now.
"The person on the seventh floor is about to be promoted to red, so I wanted to transfer his power to Nan, so I entered the company. At the same time, I used the golden statue to attract ghosts and turn this place into a Shura field. Don’t let outsiders in.”
The man in the suit seemed to tell everything he knew, but Chu Ping felt that the man in the suit did not tell the truth about some things.
"Promoted to red? What do you mean?"
Chu Ping noticed that a word he had never heard appeared in the man's mouth.
The man in the suit narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chu Ping. He didn't expect that this person with a strange existence didn't even know this.
"On top of the weirdness, there are the red ones. They walk in every corner of the city, exuding curses at any time. Wherever they go, there are strange stories, so they are the weird ones in red, and they are also indescribable existences."
Chu Ping was stunned for a while by the man in the suit. Finally he realized what he said. The meaning of the whole paragraph was that he is in red and is more powerful than the weird existence in your hand.
Chu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, remembering the female ghost in red in Room 203, No. 44, Xingfu Road.
"No wonder Sister Jiang refused to come out at that time. She can't beat this kind of thing."
