Infinite Room Escape

The cloth was placed on the table next to it, and it looked more like a dust cover, so Su Zili held it very easily, but who would have thought that the cloth that looked clean from the front would be like this on the back.

Big boldface, scribbled and conspicuous.

And not just that line.

What contact number, discounts for the first few hundred people, more discounts if you buy more, don’t miss the jumping price when you pass by, etc.

This is an advertising leaflet.

It is purely handmade, and although it also has the sales atmosphere of coming and buying, but because of the unattractive font and the fabric that is not high-end to the touch, it gives people a very cheap feeling.

It's the [-]th anniversary of a large-scale slaughterhouse that can kill with electric shocks. No matter how hard you dig, you won't buy such a piece of cloth for publicity, right?What does this represent?Did the economics of the abattoir hit a low point afterwards?

Su Zili took off the cloth again without changing his expression, took the cloth that Di Fei tore off from another cabinet, it was not cheap at first glance, wrapped the head completely, and put it on the table next to it up.

At this time, they have time to look at the surrounding environment.

The factory director's room was as large as they thought, but the once exquisite decoration was now covered by dust, and the whole room seemed to have been ransacked, and the floor was in a mess.The tables and chairs were overturned messily on the ground, and the yellowed documents and papers were scattered on the ground near the bookcases and desks, some of which were about to merge with the thick dust on the ground.

But what caught Su Zili's attention was the tattered photo frame lying on the ground in front of the desk.

He knelt down to pick it up, and the dust was blown away, forming a white mist in the air, revealing the covered photo underneath.The photo had turned yellow, and was as scarred as the tattered photo frame with the smashed glass on it. Several black and gray footprints were maliciously printed on it, covering most of the middle-aged man with a bright smile.

They wiped the marks on it with paper, only to find that it was a group photo.

A very muscular man with tattoos on his shoulders was holding a child in one hand and a little girl in the other.They smiled happily, and one could tell that they were a very warm family.

If you can leave a photo in this room, the man in the photo is most likely the owner of the slaughterhouse.

I just don't know why, but it ended up like this.

Su Zili put the wiped photos aside, and the three of them silently but quickly started to search.Get rid of those useless papers with little usable content. The content on the remaining papers is a supporting summary, several years and months, receivables and payables, and the remaining money in the current account.

— This is the financial ledger of the slaughterhouse.

It is not a formal and complicated account book, but a summary that is specially extracted and handed over to the boss every month.But this is what Su Zili and the others want. If they are really given a ledger, they still think it takes a lot of time to look it up.

Organized simply by time.

They found that the financial situation of the slaughterhouse really went wrong as they had guessed.In the three months after the twentieth anniversary, it has been making money, and the profit has been quite a lot, but after that, it started to lose money in an instant.

In other words, there is no single transaction anymore, why did it become like this?

"It's impossible for a relatively large factory to suddenly have no transactions," Su Zili frowned. "I thought he had a broken capital chain, but now it seems that someone maliciously cut off all the transaction partners of the factory. But this kind of thing , I can’t make any money doing that, is it a personal grievance?”

"Not necessarily," Di Fei pointed to the record on the paper, "It is also possible that he himself had to stop the factory business due to certain things. Look at the front, there are many fixed asset transactions that do not belong to the business. He should have sold a lot of machines."

"But isn't his factory very profitable?" Liang Shan, who didn't understand the technical terminology, but saw a long string of numbers, asked in surprise, "Why did he stop doing it all of a sudden?"

So much money!

Distressed!

"Because there are some things in this world that are more important than making money."

Su Zili stared at the document he had just pulled out for a while, then he sighed, pulled out the entire drawer he had just opened, and dumped it on the table.

The thick file bags were all tied together one after another. Except for the upper ones that were maliciously opened and damaged, the lower ones were well preserved, which shows that the people who wrapped them were very careful at that time.

But the above content is completely different from the care and gentleness of the organizer. If there is a general adjective for the above record, Su Zili can only think of one word - shocking.

Among them, a whole file folder was specially copied for a report, which seemed to be needed in many places, and seemed to be afraid of losing this crucial evidence.

——"Autopsy Report"

Skipping the information on the deceased above, Su Zili turned directly to the bottom, and the final conclusion was a cold line: After identification, the rice green liquid left in the deceased's body was definitely left by Fan Yuan.

"brute!"

Liang Shan held the report and clenched his fists angrily.

The reason why the slaughterhouse suddenly closed down was found out, because the factory manager's daughter, a nine-year-old girl, was raped and killed by a woman.In order to avenge his daughter, to make her daughter rest in peace, and to let the murderer get the punishment he deserved, the factory manager gave up his career. He sold the things in the factory and ran around looking for lawsuits, but in the end he found nothing.

Because the murderer was a 13-year-old boy.

He is a minor.

"How could this be?" Liang Shan looked at all the materials that had been dug up and collected by the factory manager, and the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. He kept murmuring in a low voice, wondering how such a thing could happen in the world.

"He obviously did this kind of thing, but he was only sentenced to three years? And he was still inside because of his good performance?! This is unfair and shouldn't be sentenced like this."

"The factory director also thinks so," Di Fei said in a deep voice, "so he has been appealing and running around all the time. The date on the information here has been changed for several years, but in the end... there is still no result."

"Not only is there no result, but his stubbornness has also caused other consequences." Su Zili pressed the table that was covered with marks and had obviously been severely smashed, and looked around the chaotic environment. He sighed and continued to pull next drawer.

"Wait," Di Fei stopped his movement, "There seems to be something under the drawer."

"What?" Su Zili lifted up the drawer, and found a recording pen stuck in the gap at the bottom of the drawer.A thin piece of wood was glued to it, and if it hadn't been too long, the glue on it was not strong enough, causing the edge of the wood piece to warp, and they probably wouldn't have found it.

"Is it still working?"

Su Zili carefully peeled off the wood chip, and then rubbed off the traces of glue on it. After pressing the switch, there was no response at all, as if it had been naturally damaged due to too long time.

"Let me have a look." Liang Shan reached out to take it, fiddled with it, and the way he looked was quite professional: "I have never seen the brand of this recorder, but the quality is quite good, but the style is a bit old. It should be quite expensive to buy, and there will be no dust in it if it is sealed inside, so it shouldn't be broken, it's just that it's out of power."

He deftly pressed the back cover of the recording pen with his fingers and slid it, and the back cover was lifted off.

"It doesn't matter if it's broken, it has a memory card, and I can read it when I change it to my mobile phone. I just don't know if the memory card and my mobile phone can match and recognize it."

"You are quite professional in this area." Su Zili was a little surprised.

"My dad taught me," Liang Shan smiled, with emotion in his eyes, "he runs a mobile phone shop, but he does a lot of miscellaneous things. He also sells many electronic products and recycles second-hand electrical appliances. He has learned a little, he can't say he can practice, at least he knows more than ordinary people."

Putting the recorder away carefully, they went around the factory director's room again, but they didn't find any more clues.Su Zili looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time, why don't we go back first, wait until after dinner to sort out the clues we found today, and by the way, try to see if the recorder recorded anything at that time."

"Alright."

Neither Di Fei nor Liang Shan objected.

They put away all the documents and papers they picked up, and put all the materials collected by the factory manager back into the drawer before leaving.Before they left, they put the lock back on and closed it again.

It's not good to bother them, at least when they leave, they can be arranged more neatly.

So they walked back along the way they came. When they passed the duty room, several of them held their breaths and concentrated, wishing to learn lightness kung fu so that they could fly directly across the road with a little bit of legs.

In the end, nothing happened, and the person inside didn't seem to be very attached to them, allowing them to pass by without any movement.When he was about to leave that section of the road, Su Zili turned his head and glanced in a strange way.

In the glass window of the duty room, the person hanging on it has disappeared, and the words written on it have disappeared.

There is only one that should have been drawn by hand, a crooked bloody smiling face and four words,

"It's about to start."