Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Stepping on the thick carpet with dusty sneakers, Fang Zhuo was a little annoyed that he forgot to polish his shoes before going out.

"You are not from our company."

Before he had time to raise his eyes and look straight ahead, he was caught off guard by his determined questioning.

In order not to show timidity when they met for the first time, during the three days at home, Fang Zhuo looked at Jiang Luyan's photos over and over again.

Eyes, nose, mouth, soft and sharp, every line is engraved in his mind.

But now, face to face, I realized that I was still too naive.

The floor plan is to die for and does not release air con.And the one in front of him, just pursing his lips tightly, already made people feel an invisible pressure.

Fang Zhuo moved his weak legs, recalling the poster he had seen in the elevator before, "I work for the design company downstairs."

Jiang Luyan stood up from his seat, "I have a good relationship with Mr. Cao."

"Hehe, is that so?" Fang Zhuo said dryly, and found that the atmosphere was even worse.

He licked his lips nervously, and was about to introduce himself when the man said, "The design company downstairs doesn't have a person in charge named Cao."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Fuck, lie to me.

Jiang Luyan has no patience to waste time with a person of unknown origin.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of the company's security department, "Two people come up."

Fang Zhuo hurriedly shouted, "Don't, my own people, we are our own people."

Jiang Luyan, "I'll ask you one last time, who are you?"

Fang Zhuo was honest, "I said I can cure your illness, do you believe me?"

The man's eyes were only slightly piercing, but they became irritable, like a volcano whose magma has reached its peak, and is in danger of erupting at any time.

Just at this time, security arrived.

The two security guards didn't ask anything, they dragged Fang Zhuo out like a sack.

Fang Zhuo struggled, and before leaving the door, he did not forget to throw down a business card, and calmly pretended to be aggressive, "I believe you will take the initiative to come to me."

Jiang Luyan stood where he was, looking down at the poor-quality and rough business cards on the carpet.

Since the age of nine, the family has asked many masters to do it for him, but none of them succeeded.

A person in his early twenties is even more unable to do those things that a hermit can't do. It's clear that he heard the news from nowhere and came here to cheat money.

Five minutes later, the monitoring of the parking lot and the elevator was called out.

Like a thief, a young man slipped in from the security room in the parking lot, and the security guard in the room was concentrating on fighting the landlord.

The young man was very purposeful. After passing through the parking lot, he ran all the way to the elevator and pressed the sixteenth floor directly.

After the recording and monitoring were played, the three security guards in charge of the parking lot didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

One of them said flatteringly, "Today's matter is that we have neglected our duties. Mr. Jiang, you have a lot of people, so don't bother with us."

When he spoke, he trembled unconsciously, which was derived from subconscious fear.

MY's Jiang Luyan is notoriously eccentric, sometimes cold and serious, sometimes gloomy and irritable, coupled with a mysterious background, no one dares to provoke him.

Now that they have offended this great Buddha, they may not be able to keep their jobs.

Jiang Luyan didn't speak. He propped his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes and meditated. The atmosphere in the room did not ease because of this.

Several security guards became more and more nervous, their legs were stiff from standing for too long.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, the office phone rang suddenly.

Jiang Luyan didn't answer, hung up the phone, stood up, took his coat, and was about to get off work, "I don't want it to happen again."

"Yes, yes, we promise."

The security guard followed closely behind and left the office, quietly wiping off his cold sweat.

This was the only sentence Jiang Luyan said after seeing them. The silence of nearly two hours before that was like a knife hanging on the heads of the three of them, which made people scared and nervous, and their hearts were about to explode.

Looking at the buttocks of the car that was already moving away, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really not an ordinary person, just sit there, I'm so scared that I dare not speak."

"No, my back is wet."

"Shall we continue fighting the landlord?"

"Master Dou, concentrate on your work."

Fang Zhuo didn't leave, and was hiding behind a tree to feed the mosquitoes. When the car came out, he immediately wrote down the license plate number.

"See, Mulsanne, I like this one the most, even the rear of the car is so pretty."

233 said, "Take him down, and this car is yours."

Fang Zhuo shook his head, stepped on the tree shadow cast by the street lamp, and walked slowly forward.

"Third brother, I have to educate you. Getting close for money is shameful."

"Oh.

"I only love him as a person. All the tens of millions of wealth, luxury cars and mansions are just accessories."

"..."

The host's face is thicker than before.

Fang Zhuo took a taxi back home, it was nearly twelve o'clock, the community was quiet, and the windows of every house were dark.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the matter of summoning souls, and blurted out, "Jiang Luyan."

The wind rustled the leaves.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he quickly walked into the corridor and entered the elevator.

Probably because of fear, he felt that every second passed extremely slowly, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. The elevator, which was obviously the only one for him, felt inexplicably crowded.

Fang Zhuo's knees softened, he almost knelt down, and slapped himself with his backhand, "What are you thinking?" Anyway, he also saw it, and if he couldn't see it, it meant he didn't have it.

Yes, there are no ghosts in this world.

The slap just now took a little force, Fang Zhuo tilted his head, and took a photo at the elevator door, leaving pink marks where he was slapped.

He rubbed his face in distress, and was about to look away when he froze suddenly——

There are more people in the elevator.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to turn his head, and he didn't dare to stare at the elevator door. He just felt weak all over, his heart was beating like a drum, and he even clearly felt a coolness, and he was climbing up around his ankles.

"Third, third brother, are you there?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "When was there an extra person in the elevator?"

233 was as courageous as him, and his voice trembled into waves, "I, I don't know either."

"Play the core values, thank you for my favorite version." After speaking, he was worried about the system grinding, and urged, "Now, hurry up, buddy."

However, Teacher Zhao's voice full of spring breath did not ease his fear.

The chill that came from nowhere had already crawled from his ankles to the heels of his legs, and the bird was almost frozen hard.

"Fuck!"

Fang Zhuo's small universe exploded, opened his eyes suddenly, and the elevator door opened with a "ding".

The warm yellow light in the corridor shone in, and the coldness that lingered around him disappeared instantly.

Fang Zhuo's shriveled courage suddenly swelled up, and he boldly turned his head to look behind him.

There was nothing in the elevator but his reflection.

"Brother Ah San, I was dazzled just now, right?"

"Well, maybe the light is too dazzling."

"I think so……"

Fang Zhuo muttered and pressed the combination lock, closed the door of the house as quickly as possible, ran to various places without even changing his shoes, and turned on all the lights.

He turned on the TV, took the quilt out of the room, wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, and nestled in a corner of the sofa.

Sitting in this position, you can see the situation of the whole living room clearly, which makes people feel more secure.

Loud comedy plays on the TV, and the sound of giggling and laughing, lulls people to sleep.

Fang Zhuo's eyelids closed slowly, his head moved bit by bit, in a daze, he felt a little itchy on his neck.

He raised his hand and scratched it twice, leaned his head on the armrest, and continued to sleep.

This is a very dangerous posture, the line of the neck is stretched to the extreme, and the blue blood vessels under the fair skin can be seen faintly.

It only needs to be scratched lightly with a sharp weapon, and bright red blood will flow out, dyeing the clothes blood red.

Fang Zhuo, who was disturbed in his peaceful sleep, let out an irritable "tsk" and slapped himself on the neck.

But the vague itch didn't end, instead, it ran down his hand and landed on his face wantonly.

The quiet and obedient eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fang Zhuo woke up completely.

The sound of the TV disappeared without knowing when, and the wind blew the curtains, making a rattling sound.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to open his eyes, "Brother Ah San, are you there?"

233 said, "Yes."

Fang Zhuo tried his best to maintain his sleeping position, and asked tremblingly, "Is there anything else in the room?"

233 was silent for a while, "I can't be sure."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

That's it.

And right in front of him, or beside him.

Fang Zhuo's trembling was not only his eyelashes, but also his lips and shoulders. The touch on his face became more intense, as if there were two cold fingers pinching it hard.

He subconsciously curled up, and then the thin body was pulled away by an invisible force, and the coldness penetrated from his neckline, and kept falling down.

"Go away!" Fang Zhuo yelled, jumping up from the sofa.

There was nothing in front of me.

He collapsed and knelt down and hugged his head, going crazy, could something really follow him back?

Jiang Luyan?

No, he just yelled, and he yelled from downstairs, so it shouldn't be him.

That is some other lonely ghost.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened by this knowledge that his face turned pale, and he pleaded hoarsely to the air, "Big brother, if you like this house, I will let you, and I will move out tomorrow morning, okay?"

233 contemptuously said, "You are a bit promising."

Fang Zhuo roared, "Then you come."

No one answered him, if it wasn't for the ticking of the wall clock on the wall, he almost thought that time had been stopped.

I seem to have seen it somewhere before, those things are you strong and others weak.

I just scolded fiercely and fiercely, maybe I scared the other party away.

He took a deep breath and lowered his head, followed the second hand to count to one hundred, and looked around again.

The lights were warm, and a silent picture was playing on the TV. After listening carefully, I found that the faucet in the bathroom seemed not to be turned off tightly, and it was ticking.

Everything is full of life breath, which has nothing to do with horror and supernatural.

Looks like it's really gone.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, ripples suddenly appeared in the glass cup on the coffee table next to him.

Then on the white coffee table, there were more water marks, like a skim, and then a horizontal...

— doesn't like houses.

--like you.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, his breathing was short of breath, and his heart beat uncontrollably again.

There are ghosts, there really are ghosts!

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't scream, his legs seemed to be lead-filled, and he couldn't move.

With a buzzing sound, the phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly.

It was like a switch to break the deadlock. Fang Zhuo felt his strength return, quickly picked up the phone, turned and ran.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, no matter how hard he pressed it, the lights above his head were flickering, like a signal of imminent danger.

He gritted his teeth and chose the safe passage without hesitation.

The phone vibrated again, and Fang Zhuo belatedly connected. Hearing the sound of the mouse, he felt a lot more relaxed, and the speed of going downstairs did not slow down.

The mouse shouted, "Boss, where are you?"

"at home."

"I didn't turn on the lights at your house, so I thought you weren't here. I'll come to you right away."

Fang Zhuo almost cried out excitedly, "Brother, don't take the elevator, take the safe passage, I'm going through the safe passage now."

Mouse wondered, "Is the elevator broken?" As for the eighth floor, how tiring it was to climb up.

He was answered by a buzzing noise.

Mouse, "Hello? Boss?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and pick me up!" Fang Zhuo jumped down from the fifth step impatiently, almost spraining his ankle.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey was still on the other end of the phone, and he didn't hear him at all.

Fang Zhuo took the phone away from his ear, intending to hang up and redial, but the back of his hand was wrapped in a chill, and then the screen went black.

He threw the phone on the ground, jumped and shouted, "Mouse, mouse, brother is on the third floor."

Mouse couldn't hear anything, and he was standing outside the safe passage door on the first floor with a serious face.

This door would not be locked under normal circumstances, but he couldn't push it open, as if it had been locked from the inside.

He called the boss again and turned off the phone.

In the safe passage.

Fang Zhuo was exhausted like a dog. He guessed that he should have encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall.

I was on the third floor just now. After running for so long, I looked up and saw that he was still on the third floor.

He closed his eyes, knocked the back of his head against the wall a few times, and forced himself to calm down.

No matter what purpose that thing had, at least it wasn't here to kill him, otherwise he wouldn't have the life to run up and down.

"Is there something you want to ask me for help?"

The young man was obviously frightened and tired, his voice was weak, his soft black hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, making him look limp.

Fang Zhuo waited for half a second and then regretted it. He is an excellent delivery man who manages a lot of things every day and doesn't have the time to meddle in ghosts' business.

"Sorry, my ability and status will definitely not be able to help you."

Fang Zhuo swallowed, and moved down two steps little by little, "But I can burn more paper for you. If you have money, you can do things easily. You can use the money to find other people to help..."

The lights above my head flickered, but I didn't know what it meant.

He quietly moved down two more steps, "You let me out first, I'll buy some paper money for you, by the way, can I buy a big villa and a private jet?"

The overhead lights continued to flash.

Fang Zhuo, "Fuck, what does he mean, do you want it or not?"

233, "I don't know, you have to find a way to get out, I'm scared to death."

Fang Zhuo, "You can go offline temporarily."

"I don't." 233 whispered, "The more you get scared, the more you want to see it, you know."

I know shit.

Fang Zhuo was tortured so much that he was about to cry, "Brother, I just came back from a fraudulent corpse. It's not easy for everyone, so please let me go."

I don't know if it's the identity of half-kind that made the other party feel sympathetic. He obviously felt that in the dead silent corridor, he could faintly hear a little voice.

The sound was getting louder and louder, it was the cry of a mouse.

"I'm here..." Fang Zhuo wanted to respond subconsciously, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was swallowed back, and his body was suppressed against the wall.

Something cold and wet was sliding back and forth on his Adam's apple repeatedly.

Fang Zhuo's eyes widened in disbelief, his legs, which had just regained some strength, softened into noodles again.

Paralysis, what the hell is this!

The sound of the mouse came from bottom to top, getting closer and closer.

The licking sensation suddenly intensified as the footsteps approached, turning into biting.

Fang Zhuo groaned in pain, and then found that the force that suppressed him had withdrawn and disappeared.

"Boss!" The mouse emerged from the corner of the stairs, opening its mouth wide in surprise.

Before Fang Zhuo could recover, he used his anger to cover up his fear, slapped him on the head, and said fiercely, "What are you looking at?"

The mouse chuckled, and tapped his Adam's apple, "I said why did it shut down suddenly, so it turned out to be something wrong."

Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered the weird and inexplicable touch on his Adam's apple before, and shivered fiercely, "Don't talk nonsense."

The mouse pouted, "I've kissed like this, and I still don't admit it."

Fang Zhuo raised his head and took a selfie with Mouse's phone, wow, what a big strawberry.