It was almost 7:30 pm when we returned upstairs. The winter sky darkens early again. At this time, the outdoors is already dark, and the street lights are like bunches of eternal fireworks, illuminating the lonely road. The huge shadow of the building was shrouded in the night, like a silent giant, especially the one in front of me, the one where a tragic murder occurred not long ago. In the past, there were a few companies that worked overtime that would turn on their lights at this time, but recently they all left early, for fear that some unpredictable things would come out to cause trouble in the dark.
Manager Wang was the unlucky guy today. He took the elevator all the way to the 15th floor where the company is located.
"Ding——" The elevator beeped and the door slowly opened. Darkness like thick ink invaded instantly, as if it was about to swallow up the only light in the elevator room.
Manager Wang couldn't help but shudder and cursed a few curse words under his breath to embolden himself. After walking around a corner, there was the office soaked in blood. After adding the price three times, the cleaners were willing to clean the floor. They cleaned the floor over and over again, but the blood had seeped into the gaps in the floor tiles. Unless these floor tiles were removed and re-paved, the traces of blood would remain forever. Here it is. He hadn't felt much during the day, but at this moment, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood coming from the ground.
Walking through the office corridor, he would reach his destination in no time. However, he suddenly stopped - in the darkness ahead, a halo of light burst out of the ground.
His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he subconsciously turned around and ran away. But the low and cold voice sounded in his ears again. If he didn't give the man what he wanted within an hour, he might be ruined, and he might lose everything he had now. He would never allow this to happen.
"Did I forget to turn off the lights in Gao Liqun's office during the day? The security of our building has always been very good. You have to swipe access cards when entering and exiting, and surveillance is everywhere. How could anyone dare to steal things here, and steal things at this time? Isn't it too early?" He thought to himself, comforting himself.
Manager Wang tiptoed closer, squatted in the corner and listened carefully for a while, and then looked in through the glass wall. Sure enough, there was no one inside. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he had thought too much, so he took out the key and opened the door and walked in.
He walked around the desk and wanted to go to the computer to check the files. But as soon as he reached the table, a man curled up and hiding behind the chair suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he could scream in surprise, the man pounced on him like an arrow from a string.
Manager Wang was frightened and staggered, trying to avoid the man, but uncontrollable fear and panic disrupted his steps. His right leg tripped his left leg, and his left leg tripped the stool leg. In addition, the strange man had already jumped on him, and his body fell backwards involuntarily. There was only a "thud" sound, and Manager Wang's heavy body fell straight to the ground, motionless, and he seemed to have passed out.
Seeing this, the man quickly got up from him. He also seemed extremely nervous, circling around Manager Wang several times in panic, sweating profusely. Finally, he forced himself to calm down, took out his cell phone tremblingly, found a number inside, and dialed it. He turned off the switch on the wall, and the whole room fell into endless darkness again, with only the fluorescent blue light of his mobile phone reflecting his strange and pale face.
"Hey...Sister Song..." You could hear his swallowing in the quiet room: "I'm sorry, I seem to have been discovered...what...what should I do?"
The woman on the other end of the phone was obviously calmer than him. After being silent for dozens of seconds, she said, "Don't worry, tell me first what happened?"
So, the man told her everything about Manager Wang's sudden return and the fact that he had fainted due to a fall.
The woman's voice was calm and powerful, with a sense of reassurance that she could turn the tide: "In this way, you can control him first and wait for him to wake up. If he is willing to keep it private, then it would be best. We don't want to make things big. . If he is unwilling, then you take him and surrender. It is just a charge of burglary. What’s more, you didn’t actually steal any property, and you surrendered, so there won’t be too severe a punishment.”
"But if they ask me why I come here..."
"Have you forgotten our emergency plan?"
The man suddenly felt like he was enlightened and answered "yes" repeatedly. "I was too anxious just now and my mind went blank. Sister Song, you are still wise."
"Have you copied everything in the computer?"
"Don't worry about this. It's just... I really didn't expect anyone to come back suddenly. Everyone was obviously off work, so I waited for more than half an hour to come..."
"Okay, I won't blame you for this accident." After hearing this, the man finally relaxed, as if he felt smoother from head to toe.
"Thank you Sister Song, thank you Sister Song, I..."
"Don't take it lightly," the woman interrupted him: "The next test has just begun. Some people in the bureau are too curious. Even though the case has been closed, there are still people who want to investigate. If that person is not willing to keep it private, you It's okay to go in. Haven't they always wanted to know the motive of the murder? Then tell them the motive carefully so that they will stop being suspicious!"
The man's face changed slightly. The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to be able to read people's hearts from a distance: "If you suffer a little for the organization, the organization will trust you and value you. Aren't you willing?"
"How could that happen?" the man said in a panic, and he said a lot of nice words to show his loyalty. It was not until the woman finished her words impatiently and asked him to treat her as a snack that she hung up the phone.
The man let out a long sigh of relief, but when he thought of someone lying on the ground, he instantly became nervous again. He groped on the wall for a while and found the switch. There was a "pop" sound, and the white light instantly filled the entire room, which made him close his eyes. After a while, he slowly opened them.
The person lying on his back was still lying quietly at this moment, with his head as the center of the circle, and the thick blood spread outward in circles, almost licking the tips of the exquisitely crafted shoes by the wall. White tiles, white walls, and white lights illuminate this shocking red.
The man subconsciously wanted to retreat, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way he could retreat. He suppressed great fear so as not to scream.
"Pop." The room was once again shrouded in deep darkness. It turned out that the dark night that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved was really soothing.
A man's heavy breathing echoed in the empty office building like a broken bellows. This terrifying sound scared him half to death. He covered his mouth, his stomach churning, and stumbled to the window, wanting to take a breath of fresh air.
The upper floors are misty and the cold wind wakes you up.
It's strange that human beings who are greedy for life and afraid of death sometimes feel the urge to jump when standing on the top of a towering building, facing the unfathomable ocean. Death and destruction have the same fatal attraction as poppies.
"No, I don't want to die." The instinct to survive often wins. He turned on the light again, and this time he didn't blink. The people on the ground were still there, and the blood on the ground was still there, but his panic was no longer there.
The man carefully avoided the blood stains and first stretched out two fingers to touch the man's cold neck, but there was no pulse. Then they groped around on his body again and found his cell phone in his pocket.
He stretched his legs, which were already numb from standing, and went through the next plan in his mind. Although it was just a temporary and imperfect plan, he had no choice. Maybe the police would suspect the cause of his death and find him soon, but the only thing he knew now was that he couldn't sit still and wait for death. He had to do something, even if it was just a dying struggle.
