My staff is inhuman

Chapter 67 Building No. 9
"Three seconds??"

Zhang Yi thought of many things, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Sir, are you all right?"

The driver noticed Zhang Yi's heavy breathing and glanced at Zhang Yi through the rearview mirror.

"It's okay, thank you."

"Oh, I understand, it's the first time I've been to this kind of place."

"what??"

Zhang Yi knew that the driver might have seen him coming out of the massage shop, and his thinking was wrong.

But he didn't explain it either.

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't speak, the driver didn't ask any further questions, but just turned on the radio to let Zhang Yi relax.

"Zizi...

The following broadcast is for you, this Paralympic Diving Championship..."

Zhang Yi calmed down and looked at the account book.

The value of this pocket watch seems to have far exceeded my expectations.

What is the most precious thing in this world?

family?Family?wealth?

No...it's regret medicine.

Especially when regretting, I am afraid that I am willing to lose my family and want to exchange for this thing.

There is no doubt that this pocket watch is his regret medicine.

As for the time being only three seconds, would it be too short?

Zhang Yi didn't bother with this question at all.

In other words, I don't have the right to worry about this kind of problem.

In human terms, it can make you regret it for three seconds. It's all because of your own luck. Do you think it's too short? ?

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yi thinks this thing is a magic weapon.

Looking at the pocket watch, Zhang Yi was in a trance when he heard the host's excited screams on the radio.

"Next, I invite contestant No. 404 He Xie to come on stage.

Contestant He Xie is 17 years old this year. When he was young, he was crushed by a large truck and broke his legs. When he was eight years old, he was diagnosed with uremia.

He Xie's parents also had an accident in March this year and left him forever.

But he is tenacious and still insists on training. This kind of spirit is worthy of our affirmation.

Watch out, he's about to jump.

He jumped.

Jumped crookedly.

He didn't feel like dancing well, and he's back..."

"Sir, sir!"

In a trance, the driver's shout brought Zhang Yi back to his senses.

"what?"

"arrive."

"arrive!"

Zhang Yi looked out of the car window and saw the gate of the community.

"Okay, thank you."

After talking, he got out of the car, and after the driver left, Zhang Yi took out the pocket watch and put it in his inner pocket.

The value of this thing is very precious, and it is even more life-saving at critical moments.

Even on weekdays, it can play a big role, at least it can give yourself one more chance when drawing a lottery, right?

Taking out his mobile phone, Zhang Yi looked at it, but Wang Bin still didn't reply to him.

Nothing will happen to this kid.

Opening the previewer, Zhang Yi searched for information about [Tianfu No. 6].

There are not many things about [Tianfu No. 6] on the Internet.

However, many people may have searched for news about [Tianfu No. 6] in the past two days, so after Zhang Yi searched, the engine automatically recommended a post two years ago.

This post is a diary published in a mood space.

Logs are public.

Can be set to not forward, copy, comment.

It seems that the person who wrote this diary only hopes that others can see this diary, but he does not want it to be published and reproduced on the Internet.

Zhang Yi walked inside while watching.

Generally speaking, this kind of high-end community is almost impossible for outsiders to enter.

When Zhang Yi walked to the door, the security guard had already noticed him.

Before the security guard could speak, Zhang Yi took the lead and said, "Open the door, Mr. Li asked me to get things."

"Mr. Li! It's that Mr. Li."

Of course the security guard would not be fooled so easily, and immediately asked with a more serious tone.

Zhang Yi looked up at the security guard.

The cold eyes pierced the security guard's heart like a knife.

Behind this sharp gaze is the gaze of Ye Youshen behind Zhang Yi.

The security guard's eyelids trembled a few times, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

"Mr. Li from the sales department, can you open the door?"

Is there Mr. Li in the sales department? ?
In fact, the security guard didn't know, he was just a security guard, and he knew Mr. Li.

Just facing Zhang Yi's gaze, Bao An felt weak in his heart, and a sense of oppression made his back start to ooze cold sweat.

"Okay, then you go in."

As he spoke, he pressed the remote control to open the door.

Zhang Yi nodded, and walked inside while looking at the phone.

The content of this diary is like a story.

It is said that the owner of this house is the boss of a listed company.

The purpose of coming here is to develop the market and establish a branch.

For the convenience of the six supervisors who came with him.

So I bought this house and used it as a dormitory for six executives.

These six directors are four men and two women.

One of the women was a single mother with her six-year-old son.

So that adds up to a total of seven people.

It started off nicely.

But after living for about half a year, conflicts began to arise between them.

Finally one night, three of the men raised their kitchen knives and hacked the other four to death.

The three not only dismembered the body and buried it in the yard, but also killed another oldest man while burying the body.

It's just that they didn't expect that there was a camera outside the courtyard wall, which was always facing the house. The security guards in the house watched them drag the corpses out and kill people, and they were scared to pee on the spot.

Immediately called the police.

The police arrived within 5 minutes.

The case is as simple as that, but below the post, there is an extra sentence added.

[No one is wronged in this case, but they are not the real culprits. 】

No wonder such a house cannot be sold.

Five people died in one night, and one of them was a minor child. Who would want a house like this?

Zhang Yi looked up.

Walking along the road in front of him, he didn't go far, and he saw a house with a particularly heavy resentment.

Presumably that is the No. [-] house where Wang Bin and the others lived.

Strangely, with such a big resentment, other houses around were not affected.

Zhang Yi took a few more steps forward, looked carefully, and found that there was a red line around the house, restraining the resentment in the house.

It's Feng Shui again.

It seems that an expert was specially invited to do it.

This is the second time Zhang Yi has seen this kind of thing since the fool's family saw this kind of feng shui surgery last time.

It seems that there may really be that kind of practitioners in this world.

When Zhang Yi walked to the door, he realized that several lights in the room were still on.

Pushed the door, the door is locked.

Zhang Yi pressed the doorbell.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

After waiting for a while and making sure no one responded, Zhang Yi took a few steps back.

The courtyard walls of this kind of villa area are all very high, and I can neither do light work nor unlock the lock, as for forcibly rushing in...

Zhang Yi glanced at the thick anti-theft gate in front of him, but Zhang Yi couldn't bring up this idea.

But it's hard for me.

Zhang Yi looked left and right, and after seeing the camera at the intersection, he turned and walked towards the inconspicuous corner behind the house.

After avoiding the camera, Zhang Yi placed his hand on the [Ghost Finger] ready to use the form of a wandering soul and penetrated directly.

However, just as Zhang Yi was about to turn the finger, there was a buzzing sound from his pocket.

It turned out to be a message from Wang Bin: [The doorbell rang just now, is that you? ? 】

After so long, Wang Bin finally sent a message.

[Yes, I'm outside the door now, open the door for me. ] Zhang Yi replied.

[Look at the building number of the house. 】

What building? ?

Looking at the reply message, Zhang Yi couldn't help feeling puzzled.

I looked at the house number, it was number six, that's right.

【No. [-]】

【What if I tell you that the building I'm trapped in is No. [-]? 】

number nine? ?
Zhang Yi was full of doubts.

[Old Zhang, let’s go, I can’t get out, there is no room No. [-] here, and the police can’t find it even if they come. 】

[Hehe, I want to try,]

Zhang Yi looked at the house number and put the phone in his pocket.

Activate the Nether Ring, and the body quickly disappears into nothingness.

Perhaps it is the emptiness of the body, which sets off the shadow of the night wandering god behind him.

Immediately after a vigorous step, he rushed towards the door.

The moment his body touched the door, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.

Sure enough, it was Zhang Shulai, the old bastard again.

Zhang Yi cursed secretly, as the space in front of him began to distort, and when his sight began to clear again, he had already passed through the door.

But the mansion standing in front of him has completely changed its appearance at this moment. The white walls are covered with a thick layer of creepers.

Thick fallen leaves crunched on the ground.

The musty smell of rot in the air, and cracked windows and doors.

Even the swimming pool in front of the door has become a stinky ditch.

What kind of mansion is this? It is simply an old house that has been abandoned for many years.

He turned around, opened the door, and walked outside to take a look.

However, the community outside the door was still gray, and it was impossible to see the range of ten meters around.

Another glance at the house number.

[No. 9]

strange!
Zhang Yi looked at his hands, and after confirming that his appearance hadn't changed this time, he became confused instead.

I thought it was Zhang Shulai, the old bastard again, but it doesn't look like it now.

Thinking about it carefully, yes, this case happened two years ago, Zhang Shulai, an old guy, has been missing for four years.

So it's not like his handwriting.

No matter, go in and have a look.

Zhang Yi turned around and walked into the house, but just outside the door, he saw a black shadow standing at the window on the second floor staring at him.

In the dim environment, only the outline of a human can be seen.

But Zhang Yi had the eyes of ghosts and gods, so he could see clearly at a glance that the person standing by the window was Wang Bin's girlfriend, Linlin.

Linlin stared at herself, a morbid smile gradually appeared on her pale face, she slowly raised a kitchen knife, pressed the back of the knife against her neck, and made a gesture of cutting her throat towards Zhang Yi...

(End of this chapter)