Slag Gong wants to be blackened [Quick Transmigration]

Always feel that something is wrong.

Xiao Ziyu, Zhen Yu, Di Zhengyi, the captain of the second team, Shouhou, and that big guy who is proficient in hacking skills and a fighting expert... By the way, we have to count the behind-the-scenes boss of the nightclub and the mysterious boss Qian.People who seem to be unrelated, if not connected, the whole case will become clueless.

Fang Lin plans to visit that nightclub again tonight, and must ask the boss behind the scenes about the real face of Boss Qian. The policemen of the second team are trapped in the conference room. It seems that they have nothing to do with the three murders, but there is something in the dark. Inextricably linked.

In a high-rise building with only [-] floors, they took the elevator to the mysterious [-]th floor. Is this haunted by ghosts or a man-made trick?

When the sun was about to set, the policemen of the second team decided to go home. Except for a small fragment of the timing device, they had nothing else to gain.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten Tang Baoping who had been invited to help investigate the scene. Later, it was said that Police Officer Tang, who had failed the driver's license test for five years, miraculously drove the police car back to the police station, and successfully passed the next driver's license test. To the driver's license.

Those policemen in the second team who were tricked by the clown mask in the nightclub also want to quickly find out that nasty clown mask and accept the trial of the law. It is best to be imprisoned for a few years on the charge of assaulting the police, but the priority right now is still this case. There have been homicides of four victims.Although the No. 4 victim did not suffer much harm under Zhen Yu's protection, but was frightened.

Let's wait until this case is over to talk about the ordinary assault on the police.The policemen of the second team were very annoyed thinking.

So, when everyone went back to the police station to sort things out, Fang Lin used his privilege to get off work first.In fact, Fang Lin didn't go back to sleep directly, but went to the nightclub privately in Weifu.

Since Fang Lin is a half-assed person, he doesn't have a series of documents such as a police search warrant and arrest warrant, but he can pretend.

After entering the nightclub, Fang Lin was not in a hurry to go upstairs to find the behind-the-scenes boss. Even if he went upstairs, he didn't know where the behind-the-scenes boss was, so he just walked to the bar, looked around, and secretly wrote down the structure of the first floor of the nightclub. .

"Would you like something to drink?" the bartender asked enthusiastically.

"Let's have a bottle of Coke." Fang Lin doesn't like spirits very much, and the beer is okay, but this kind of high-end place obviously doesn't have Tsingtao Beer Snow Beer, which is like rotten cabbage on the street.Fang Lin didn't realize at all that Coca-Cola was not a high-end drink.

The bartender's face twitched subtly, and then he grabbed a waiter who was passing by the bar in a very professional manner, "Go to the convenience store next door and buy a bottle of Coke." Then Fang Lin gave the waiter three dollars.

You don't even give tips, you're really stingy.The waiter rolled his eyes at Fang Lin, and reluctantly left.

"I saw from the outside that the floors here are quite high. Brother, do you know the highest floor?" Fang Lin chatted with the bartender very naturally.

"The thirteenth floor, but few people use the ninth floor up." The bartender replied, his hands resting, but work can't stop his gossiping heart, "I heard that the boss used to have a fiancee." , I don’t know why I committed suicide on the top of the building. Since then, the circuit on the ninth floor has been bad. I have hired many electricians to repair it, but it’s useless. Many people say that it’s the spirit of the dead, so those floors are left idle. stand up."

"You say it's funny or not. I counted before I came in, and I counted the No. 14 floor. It seems that I still don't know how to count." Seeing that under the dim light, the bartender's complexion was much paler than before.

"Really, haha, you really don't know how to count..." The bartender answered in a stuttering manner, haha, trying to get the topic out of the way, but failed.Because he said: "I know the Coke in the convenience store next door, they are all high-quality Coke, comparable to vintage wine."

Fang Lin: "..." Do you think I can't tell that you are changing the subject?

The bartender seemed to be hiding something, Fang Lin didn't bother to go around, and asked straightforwardly, "What's going on on the No.14 floor?"

"Really..." The bartender sighed and smiled helplessly, "If the boss knows that I mentioned this, he will definitely fire me."

"I have several chain restaurants in the imperial city. If you don't mind the completely different atmosphere from here, I can give you better treatment than now." Fang Lin said.The rich second generation is rich and powerful. Even if he doesn't know what his own property is, Fang Lin can still pretend to be this comparison, because he currently has about [-] yuan in cash on hand. If he uses the money in his credit card to buy a family Medium-sized restaurants are no problem.

Just treat it as an investment for the original body, anyway, even if it fails, the original body's assets will not care about this small amount of money.I don't know if the original body can come back after I leave, will I die directly or like the third mission, it will take a long time to recover?This kind of thought flashed through Fang Lin's mind, but it didn't stop. After all, it was just a world made up of data. He had no need or interest to care about the life and death of a set of data.

"Well, I told you because I thought you looked like a good person. There is indeed a No. 14 floor here, but it's a ghost floor."

It sounds scary, but it sums it up like this - the fiancée of the boss behind the scenes committed suicide by cutting her wrist on the top floor. Since then, this building with only 14 floors often has No. [-] floors inexplicably.

If you were an ordinary person, you would be dubious about what the bartender said, after all, the idea of ​​being haunted is quite mysterious.But Fang Lin skipped the skeptical step and directly believed the bartender's words, because the bartender didn't look like he was making up a story when he said this.

After entering the death game, Fang Lin, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, became a person who believed in ghosts and ghosts.

If there are no supernatural phenomena, how can the existence of the game of death be explained?It is simply a world, different from the world people live in, a world full of pain and despair.Could such a world be created with human power?the answer is negative.

After the bartender finished speaking, looking at his face with lingering fear, Fang Lin chuckled, "Brother, I didn't come here in vain just because of the story you made up for me."

The bartender looked down, "I risked my dismissal to tell you so much, dare you think I'm telling a story."

"This story is really interesting." Fang Lin blinked at the bartender, "Actually, I am a policeman. Someone reported that you are involved in pornography. You are so courageous during this critical period of crackdown. I have to talk to your boss."

"The boss's office is on the seventh floor. He should be on the top right now." Hearing the word police, the bartender was dumbfounded. His brain froze and he didn't even think about whether it was true or not. He immediately revealed the location of the boss. come out.Anyway, we are not involved in pornography. Boss, you should ask the policeman to investigate and investigate, and you must have a good attitude. In case the policeman gets angry and asks us to close the door, I will really have to drink Northwest Wind in the future.

"How long have you been working here?" Before leaving, Fang Lin asked suddenly.

"It's been more than a year." The bartender replied immediately without thinking about it, and he was a little puzzled after he finished speaking, "Why do you ask this?"

"It's a miracle that you can do it so far." Fang Lin smiled mockingly at the bartender who seemed to be out of his mind.

The bartender thought, when the police came here in the past, they always had a straight face, but this time the police always smiled at him, so kind, much better than the previous group of police.

Fang Lin got on the elevator again, when it was already dark outside.The moment Fang Lin walked into the elevator, Fang Lin seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar suddenly, and a sense of crisis spontaneously filled Fang Lin's every cell.

Fang Lin regretted it. He wanted to get out of the elevator, but the elevator door had already closed automatically. No matter how Fang Lin pressed the button to open the door, it would not help.

The elevator began to move upward slowly, without Fang Rin pressing any floor buttons.Under the bright and somewhat dazzling lights in the elevator, Fang Lin could clearly see that "14" at the top of the floor buttons stayed there quietly, shining with a dark and evil luster.

The overwhelming sense of oppression hit Fang Lin like a tide. In a trance, Fang Lin felt as if he had returned to the death game again.This is a contest with ghosts. If he is not careful, what awaits him will be more terrible than death.

The temperature in the elevator kept dropping, and within a while it dropped to the point where Fang Lin felt cold.It was only early autumn at this time, and although Fang Lin was not wearing too little, it was only compared to summer.A sad female voice echoed in Fang Lin's ears, "I'm so cold, come and accompany me."

It seems to be getting colder.Fang Lin shrank his neck and kept rubbing his hands on the skin on the outside. He was very thankful that he didn't wear short sleeves.

The number of the elevator was jumping at an unusually slow speed, Fang Lin felt that it had been about ten minutes, and the floor had just jumped to the ninth floor.

The higher it went, the colder it was, and the sad female voice sounded more and more frequently.

Ten... Eleven... Twelve...

The number showing the floor jumped to thirteen. Although the temperature was low at this time, it was still within Fang Lin's tolerance.

fourteen.

The number finally jumped to fourteen.

The bone-chilling chill surrounded Fang Lin. From the thirteenth floor to the fourteenth floor, the temperature dropped by at least twenty degrees Celsius.

Fang Lin slowly raised his arm that was sluggish due to the cold, and pressed on the door opening button that had no response no matter how he pressed it before.

The elevator door opened slowly, and a warm breath rushed over.Stepping out of the elevator, Fang Lin saw a corridor with no end in sight.