The task tips point out that before looking for a bun, you must apply your hands to the body wax, otherwise there will be an accident during the search process.

Yang Jingpeng believes that the bun may be very slippery, and the ordinary hands may not be grasped after the water is stained at all.

In fact, the bun belongs to the dead, and it falls in this very heavy place. If there is no corpse wax in your hand, not only can you take the hairpin, but also some weird things may happen.

He endured his hand and reached into the hole for a while.

Fortunately, I didn't touch some things that made people vomit on the spot. The holes were washed well.

However, it was deep inside. Yang Jingpeng supported the ground with one hand, crooked his head and lying almost on the ground, stretched half of his arm in, and explored carefully.

The next second, his fingers touched a hard migrant animal, held it gently, and then moved to himself. Yang Jingpeng could feel that it was a hard metal object, and it was really like a bun.

After moving a little on his own side, he reached out and grabbed this thing.

At this moment, suddenly another thing touched his fingers. Yang Jingpeng stunned, raised his middle and index fingers in the invisible hole in this invisible hole, and touched the thing again.

It feels different from the bun, not such a hard surface, not like metal items.

When I was guessing, the things that were touched suddenly moved and grabbed Yang Jingpeng's hand.

"It's a hand!"

Yang Jingpeng never expected that there would be a hand in the sewer to the septic tank, and the hand was still active, scaring him to sting, and quickly grabbed the buns to drag his hand out.

The palm of his hand was not able to seize it because of the sliding of the corpse wax. Yang Jingpeng quickly pulled his hand out of the hole in the stool pool.

, Get up and open the compartment door and run out.

The palm of the hole in the hole seemed very small and the fingers were very thin, but it was not like a child's hand.

He quickly came to the pool, opened the faucet to wash the corpse wax on his hands, and quickly washed the bun.

Where do you know that the corpse wax seems to be close to the palm and back skin, no matter how you rinse, there are still a lot of washing.

Regardless of, Yang Jingpeng heard that there seemed to be a sound in the compartment just now. Is that ghost hand stretched out of the hole of the stool pool?

He was like a drum, and he rushed coldly. He quickly grabbed the hairpin and walked towards the door of the men's bathroom.

Almost at the same time, the door of the last compartment suddenly squeaked. It was opened.

Yang Jingpeng was scared to speed up.

"You ... something dropped."

An old, hoarse, can't hear the voice of men and women coming from the compartment.

"What is it?"

Yang Jingpeng, who walked to the door, stopped. He now has a blank brain and just wants to escape here quickly. He didn't respond until he heard the sound. However, he didn't dare to look back at him.

This thought, he found that he did not forget other things except he was putting on the sink just now, and the small metal box of the corpse wax was not taken.

"Is it necessary to take the corpse wax box to complete the task?" Although Yang Jingpeng speculated this, he dared not go back.

But after listening to the reminder behind him, he did not dare to leave.

At this time, the sound of the compartment behind him continued to make an open sound. The sound of a dragging sound came, and Yang Jingpeng's mind appeared in the picture of a person crawling on the ground.

"You ... things fell." The voice sounded again.

This time it was obviously closer to Yang Jingpeng than just now.

"Is this person who wants to give me what I dropped?" Yang Jingpeng guessed in his heart.

The next second his ankle suddenly tightened, and a cold and wet hand grabbed him.

Yang Jingpeng hurriedly bowed his head and looked at it, but at this time he stretched out from him with a pair of hands, stabilizing his shoulders, and said at the same time: "Don't bow your head, don't control the things behind, keep walking here, leave here to go outside."

At first sight, someone came, Yang Jingpeng suddenly stabilized and glanced at the strange young man in front of him. He suspected that the other party was also a participant, but he seemed to be very experienced. At least he had experience than his unreliable sister.

According to the instructions of these young people, although the hand on the ankle always held himself, Yang Jingpeng no longer bowed his head to see, but passed by the young person, walked out, walked out of this corridor, came to the Lingtang

Place with sufficient sunlight.

As he walked outside, Yang Jingpeng quickly felt that the cold on the ankle was disappearing, but he still didn't look down to check.

After almost ten seconds, the abnormal feeling was completely gone.

Yang Jingpeng breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up and found that his sister sat with the straight phone sitting there just now. His face was pale, and his body was shaking slightly.

Yang Jingpeng quickly approached the past, whispered to Yang Huiqing: "Sister, I got a bun, just met one ... You, what are you?"

At this time, he found that Yang Huiqing didn't seem to hear himself, but looked at the lingering hall neurotic, and almost threw away the mobile phone in his hand.

"Sister, what happened?" Yang Jingpeng pushed her shoulders.

Yang Huiqing then reacted, his expression was nervous, and said with the voice that was about to cry: "Just ... just now I opened the phone ..."

It turned out that after Yang Jingpeng entered the bathroom, Yang Huiqing began to study this old mobile phone.

Although the mobile phone can be used normally, there is neither text messages nor a call record, and there are no weird apps that can be used, so she studied it and did not get any results.

At this time, Yang Huiqing suddenly heard that the two people next to him were talking, and the voice came exactly. One of them said a bunch of phone numbers at this moment, and the number numbers passed into her ears very clearly.

Yang Huiqing believes that this may be a prompt in a strange talk. She must grasp it accurately. She should write down the number.

The two who were talking about the two did not know that the number had been overwhelmed by the people next to him, and still sighed while talking.

After thinking about it, Yang Huiqing dial the two to the two that just recorded and put the handset in the ear. After a while, there was signal feedback to open this number.

But for a long time, no one has been answered.

Yang Huiqing did not hang up, as long as the phone was not disconnected by herself, she would let it sound.

After this idea, the phone was connected.

"Hey." A sound sounded, and it sounded that the environment on the phone seemed to be empty, and there was an echo.

After the phone was turned on, Yang Huiqing didn't know what to say for the time being. He had to ask very much: "Who are you?"

Before the phone was answered, she heard the voice of the two people next to the next person again. One of them said: "Just the phone number was the dead. After you found it, delete it.

I always feel weird in my mobile phone. ""

These words made Yang Huiqing instantly falling like an ice cave, from head to toe, and forgetting to breathe.

Before the phone was answered, she was so frightened that she immediately hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!