Chapter 172:

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Just when the reincarnations took the elevator to the 20th floor, somewhere in the future paradise.
Two people were leaning on the window sill, looking at the picture below their feet.
If there is a reincarnation here, you can recognize the identities of these two people at a glance, and they are Mr. Sun and his opposite friend.
Mr. Sun still wears daytime clothes, but he puts more gel on his hair to make him look more stylish.
He looked at the friend on the opposite side and asked a little puzzled question that existed in the day: "Why did you say that at noon? If they stay here, wouldn't they add a lot of uncertainty to our plan?"
The friend was looking at the scene in front of him almost intoxicated, and when he heard that he flicked the neckline with his hand, he asked Mr. Sun: "How to make something happen absolutely?"
Mr. Sun was taken aback: "You mean..."
"--That is forbidden." A faint sarcasm flashed in the eyes of the friend. "I was watching when these security guards came in. The person standing in the middle was their leader. "
"This person's style of behavior is very familiar, even I have heard of it, used to put the task book in his pocket, it should be one of those names. But no matter who he is, Sherlock, Moriarty, Or Hercules, all belong to the same category in essence."
He pointed his finger at his temple, and described: "It's arrogant and arrogant. It has a nerve problem, it is dangerous and not easy to control. Such people tend to be smart and like to run to the most exciting places."
He added an accent to the word "stimulation".
"So... you said that on purpose?" Mr. Sun leaned forward, and something came out of his pocket with the upper part of it, and he stuffed it back with his hands.
"Yes, the more I warned him not to go to the exhibition hall, the faster he went instead."
"Although he is on the 20th floor, I am afraid that he has already flown to the exhibition hall. When he found out that our real intention was in the office building, what we had to do was over, and he would come back from the exhibition hall. It's too late." The friend imagined the scene at that time, and he couldn't help feeling a little cheerful, "What's more, he hasn't seen my identity-I like to see this kind of people regret it."
Mr. Sun also relaxed his mind. The tragedy in the exhibition hall that he saw this morning really made him feel a little lingering, but his friend's words comforted him.
"It's tonight," he thought expectantly.

Inside the elevator, the first floor, second floor, third floor...
It takes a while for numbers to count from one to twenty, not to mention being in a closed elevator.
Time seems to be stretched indefinitely by some kind of force. Every time the number on the elevator control panel advances one place, Fu Guangbo has to worry about whether the elevator will suddenly stop and then stay on a certain floor forever, or if there is something to do. Come in from outside.
He has a lot of imagination, and his breathing becomes rapid with brain supplementation.
Fortunately, the things Fu Guangbo worried about did not happen. The elevator went smoothly all the way and reached the top floor soon.
The elevator door opened quietly, illuminating the 20th floor.
The office where Mr. Sun is located is at the very end of this corridor. It occupies a large area and occupies almost half a floor.
In addition to the president's office on this floor, there are a large conference room and a large office on both sides of the corridor.
The door of the large office is translucent. Through the door, you can see that there are many workstations in this office, separated by plastic quality partitions. There is a toilet in the innermost part of the office, and coffee is placed when it comes out. Machines, water purifiers and other items.
The samsaras stepped out of the elevator, but did not act rashly.
Fu Guangbo stayed at the back this time, holding down the elevator door with his hand so that it would not close easily, so that the light from the elevator could always illuminate the surrounding half circle.
"Where do we... patrol first?"
The light of the flashlight dangled the number plate at the entrance of the meeting room, dangled the office, and finally shone vertically towards President Sun’s office.
"Start from the most recent." Xiao Li cast his eyes down and glanced at his pocket.
There was always a small yellow book on the right side of his pocket, and the left side used to be Tan Li's site, but it is now occupied by the lantern ghost.
Since the light bulb was picked up, it looked like it had been badly injured. It forced the doll into a corner, not only could not sit, but stood, showing a little hair.
Xiao Li rubbed the doll's hair with his hands and unscrewed the door of the large office directly.
The rest of the people followed him, the elevator lost its obstruction, closed again, stayed in place, after a while, drove down.
The environment in the office is actually good. The walls are white and the chairs are very new, but only the partitions on the workstations are very strange.
According to common sense, employees with the same qualifications are sitting on the same table, and there are few interruptions in the middle, especially this kind of almost whole body interruption, like a mini-phone booth.
And these blocks are not only large and small, but some are also very strange in shape, looking like monsters in the dark.
As soon as Ye Zeqing came in, he tightened his brows cautiously: "What department is this? How do I work here?"
"There is no sign at the door." Fu Guangbo paid special attention when he came in. "How can there be such a desk in the office on the same floor as the president?"
Future Paradise...
Xiao Li walked to one of the workstations separated from the big head and small body, suddenly sat down, and put both elbows on the table obediently.
The upper part of this workstation looks very empty, and the lower part is too narrow, as if it is not a seat for normal people at all, but is specially customized for such a structured freak.
"When we first came, did anyone notice that there were people in it during the day?" Chen Jinghan asked quietly while stepping on the carpet.
Chen Jinghan: "At that time, my focus was on Mr. Sun. Who cares about this?"
Xiao Li's voice came from the workstation where he was sitting: "I've seen it. At that time, the shutters were pulled outside the gate, and you couldn't see the inside."
And Tan Li didn't react to it, including Ye Zeqing's ghost.
Chen Jinghan: "..."
Okay, forget the boss.
Fu Guangbo tried to speculate: "Then here is... sudden changes at night? Just like those exhibition halls?"
"In the afternoon, the person opposite Mr. Sun said that we must never go to the exhibition hall, which means that the changes in the exhibition hall will be different every night?"
However, the more he speculated, the more he felt that various clues were intertwined and could not solve the mystery at all.
He subconsciously looked at Xiao Li, but the other party's face was buried in the work station, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
This is also beyond the expectations of Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing. With their understanding of Xiao Li, they originally thought that Xiao Li would be the first one who wanted to quickly end here to see the exhibition hall, but they did not expect him to be so. No hurry, no delay.
Fu Guangbo stayed near Xiao Li, not daring to go far, but could not help looking around with his eyes.
It's just that with this degree of change, it should be okay. After patrolling with the big guys earlier, it should be completed... But will it be more dangerous to go to the exhibition hall, do you need to simply get out of Hercules? Let's ask him if he found any clues first.
He thought nonsense, glancing uncontrollably.
In order to save power, only Fu Guangbo’s flashlight is currently on to prevent insufficient power in the middle.
Fu Guangbo shook his flashlight and recognized his own from the sound of his companion's breathing.
"Hey--" Time passed backwards every minute, and just when he thought it would continue like this, a loud noise blew in his ears.
Fu Guangbo almost jumped up almost immediately, the sound like a thick stick hitting his nerves.
"what?!"
Everyone, including Xiao Li, looked at the sound source.
It was a cabinet, clinging to the wall, sandwiched between the front and rear working stations.
Just like the metal cabinets used by ordinary companies to store documents, there is a key inserted in them. The metal cabinets are not too big, only reaching the waist of ordinary people.
The sound just now came from this tin cabinet.
To make matters worse, Fu Guangbo was the closest to it, and he heard the loud noise most vividly. It sounded like...
A "person" hid inside, tapping the sound of the cabinet door with his palm.
But this tin cabinet is so small that it can't hold one person at all.
Or rather, a complete person.
Fu Guangbo's legs began to tremble, and he ran back two steps quickly, his eyes fixed on the tin cabinet.
And the "person" in the cabinet seemed to know that he was looking at him, and slapped the door of the cabinet again: "Pop!"
What is even more frightening is that the cabinet door gradually loosened, and slowly opened outward under the impact from the inside.
Through the gap in the cabinet door, Fu Guangbo could see the existence inside.
It was a face, head down, in the armpit.
This "person" was twisted all over, his arms wrapped around his neck, and his legs were twisted like a twist. His entire head stood upside down, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Fu Guangbo.
It pushed one hand on the door of the tin cabinet and pushed it away. At the same time, its twisted body trembled as if it was about to crawl out of the cabinet, making a "hissing" sound from its throat.
Fu Guangbo shook his hand, but in the next second, a figure stood in front of him.
At the same time, the distorted person only feels that his hand is being held back by the other hand.
Tin Cabinet Ghost:? ? ?
Then the two cabinet doors that opened outwards were pressed inward, and the world in the cabinet turned into darkness again.
Xiao Li just got up from the work station, he turned the key of the metal cabinet to lock the door, then he pulled out the key, and patted from the outside, "Just stay inside, don’t run away all the time. ."
Bother him thinking.
Ghost in the tin cabinet: "..."
In the dark cabinet, it adjusted its posture with difficulty, trembling and shot its twisted hands, and tried to push the cabinet door tentatively...
I really can’t push it away!
It's also locked from the outside.
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