Ouyang Zicao tried hard to lower his breathing sound, and his whole face was wrinkled into anus, and cold sweat mixed with hot sweat, wetting his clothes.

The temperature gradually dropped, and he began to tremble continuously. Cold wind whizzed past his head in waves. Ouyang Zicao's nerve that had been relaxed a little tightened completely at this time.

It is already early summer and it is not very hot, but such cold winds should not appear.

Ouyang Zicao vaguely felt that another person came into the factory, but he was not sure whether it was the thing that followed him before. However, judging from the current situation, the possibility is quite large.

"Dada..."

Ouyang Zicao was shocked. The footsteps he heard were not very heavy, but on such a quiet night, he could hear the sound if he dropped a needle, let alone the footsteps.

After wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Ouyang Zicao wanted to look through his head to see if it was the thing that followed him before, but he didn't have the courage. He always felt that the thing that followed him was not a good thing. If it was discovered, it would probably cost him his life.

He didn't know why his thoughts changed so quickly, perhaps because of fear, or something else.

Now Ouyang Zi is fucking herself without any confidence. He is extremely nervous and swallows with difficulty. He doesn't know what to do for a while.

The footsteps gradually approached, and Ouyang Zicao, who was still lucky, forced himself to do so and did not rush out.

But his steps were still getting closer, and he prayed in his heart that the headless thing must not find himself. Ouyang Zicao's eyes were a little red.

If it is really discovered, he doesn't know what will happen next.

But his prayers seemed to have no effect. The owner of the footsteps seemed to have confirmed that Ouyang Zicao was here, and he walked towards his position without pause.

The sound was as if the King of Hell was urging his life, which made Ouyang Zicao extremely frightened and uneasy.

"clatter……"

The footsteps stopped, but Ouyang Zicao became even more nervous. Because he could make sure that the owner of the footsteps was behind him, behind the cardboard box that blocked his body.

Although these two meters high cartons provided him with a hidden place, they also blocked Ouyang Zicao's vision, so at this time Ouyang Zicao didn't know who the other party was and what he was doing.

He moved his position carefully, and Ouyang Zicao did not make any sound. He adjusted his body to the position of escape at the most time, and then prepared to rush out.

"Young man, why are you still here so late?"

As this old voice appeared behind Ouyang Zicao, a beam of light from a flashlight also shone down.

Ouyang Zi was shocked, then turned her head, and the light of the flashlight made him unable to open his eyes. However, he could still vaguely see a figure standing on the two-meter-high cardboard box at this time.

Ouyang Zicao was sure that what he had heard just now was indeed a human voice, so he did not run away immediately, but he remained extremely vigilant.

He covered his eyes with his hands, squinted his eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" His voice was slightly almost the same, obviously because he was scared before.

The old figure did not answer his words, but continued to repeat his question: "Young man, why are you still here so late?"

Ouyang Zicao stood up slowly and took a few steps back. At this time, the old man also realized that his flashlight had shook Ouyang Zicao's eyes, so he dimmed the flashlight a little. Ouyang Zicao's eyes gradually adapted to such light.

"Old man, I'm not a bad guy. I just encountered something, so I hide here."

While speaking, Ouyang Zicao also saw the old man clearly.

The silver hair and wrinkles on his face revealed that the old man was at least over 60 years old and was wearing a camouflage uniform that had been washed a little white. As for some details, Ouyang Zicao could not see clearly due to the light.

The old man first coughed dryly before asking, "What happened to you? Do you want me to call the police for you?"

"Okay...no need..."

Ouyang Zicao originally wanted to call the police, but then he gave up his idea. In his current situation, if he really called the police, all the previous case records would definitely be revealed, and it would be inevitable that they would be shot.

Besides, even if you call the police, you may not escape the trial of death. The longer you stay here, the more you feel that Ouyang Zicao feels that he is in danger of making an appointment. Maybe something will happen.

He thought about this very well and then said to the old man, "Uncle, can you lend me your cell phone? I want to make a call."

His cell phone had no signal, so he called the old man. In his opinion, the reason why his cell phone had no signal was simply because he had been tried for death, which was the method of the death judge.

But if it were someone else, it wouldn't be true.

"Oh, that's really embarrassing." The old man said, while slowly climbing down the ladder behind the cardboard box. Only then did Ouyang Zicao notice that there was a ladder on the other side of the cardboard box.

This is also a very normal thing. Otherwise, it would be impossible for this old man to climb such a tall cardboard box.

After the old man came down, he continued, "I came here to patrol tonight. I was afraid that someone would steal the remaining cardboard boxes and I was anxious to go out, so I forgot to bring my cell phone."

"So that's how it is..." Ouyang Zicao's face couldn't hide his disappointment. He was originally expecting to borrow a mobile phone, but unexpectedly, in the end he would still be a bamboo basket to get some water.

The old man walked to Ouyang Zicao, looked at the embarrassed Ouyang Zicao, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Young man, what happened to you? It's like you... I'm afraid you owe others money, right?"

Ouyang Zicao nodded and admitted without thinking. He would not explain clearly why he became like this at this time.
Chapter completed!