Welcome to the lock demon tower

The floor of the roof was just an ordinary cement slab. Qiao Que stepped on it and suddenly splashed water from his trousers. Only then did he realize that the entire roof was covered with a layer of black sewage as if it had just experienced a storm.

The shoes in summer are thin, and after walking a few steps, the sewage will seep into the socks, and the water will be squeezed out with every step.

Can drive cleanliness crazy.

Zhao Kexin looked like she was going to explode, and she cried as she walked, "My global limited edition!"

Qiao Que endured the wet feeling on the soles of his feet, and looked around: "No one?"

Except for a few huge cylindrical water storage devices on the roof, you can see the bottom at a glance.

At this time, no matter whether it is a person or a dirty thing, there is no trace.

It's just that the resentment and ghostly aura that surrounded the rooftop like a cloud, not decreasing but increasing, told Qiao Que that there must be something waiting for them.

Qiao Que's gaze secretly drifted towards Jiang Luchi as if asking for help.

He didn't step into the sewage, and still leaned leisurely against the door frame that entered the rooftop, lowered his head in a daze, and even plugged his earphones into his ears.

clearly stated their position.

Will not interfere.

Oh, I got it.

Qiao Que: Boss is really strict!

438: "Well... there must be restrictions for people like them to intervene in the lower world."

Qiao Que: It doesn't matter, even if the boss does nothing and just stands at the door, he still feels very safe.hey-hey.

Although Zhao Kexin felt sorry for her shoes, he stepped on the water freely and walked a large circle without even falling behind the water tank, and then spread his hands to Qiao Que, indicating that there was nothing.

Qiao Que frowned, stood on the edge of the roof, looked out on his stomach, and calculated the angle.

He walked a few steps along the edge of the roof, and stopped in front of a small gap protruding outward.

If he remembered correctly, the girl in white clothes he saw last night should have appeared in this position.

In order to prevent students from accidentally falling from the building, the doors of the roof are locked on weekdays, and the edge is relatively high, and there are guardrails half a meter away from the edge.Even Qiao Que, who is 1.8 meters tall, can only poke out one head.

"what?"

There seems to be something outside the guardrail.

Square and square, thin sheet.It looks like a Polaroid photo.

It appeared at a key point, and it looked like a photo. It was definitely a mission item.

Qiao Que stretched out his arms and jumped up suddenly...

…with both feet 30 centimeters off the ground, they hung smoothly on the edge of the guardrail, and the lower body thumped vigorously, like a dying bullfrog.

438: ...This is too ugly.

Jiang Luchi, who has been secretly watching here: ...

Anyway, after struggling for a long time, Qiao Que finally climbed up the wall with a grunt.

Now he saw clearly that the thing was indeed a photograph.

The smooth glaze reflects the moonlight, and it can be roughly seen that this is actually a full-faced passport photo.

Qiao Que: Boy?

438: "That's right... or a girl with a cropped cut."

Qiao Que: Well, take it over and have a look first.

Qiao Que leaned her belly against the guardrail, bent down to pick up the photo that was within reach.

438, which had been quiet all this time, suddenly let out a sharp siren: "Qiao Que!!!"

Qiao Que's blood froze instantly.

He met a pale face.

It was a girl in white clothes suspended below the rooftop.

She was staring at Qiao Que with her pure white eyes without pupils, and a dense black air erupted from her body instantly. These black air turned into a pair of hands, which gently climbed onto Qiao Que's arm, and then gently pulled...

Qiao Que jumped out of the rooftop without any precautions.

Zhao Kexin was on the other side of the rooftop, she opened her mouth wide, her face full of horror: "Little Qiao!!"

438 let out a heart-piercing cry: "Qiao Que!"

Qiao Que couldn't make a sound, the sudden weightlessness made him speechless, he couldn't even close his eyes, the strong wind howled, poured in from his slightly opened mouth, and his breathing was forced to stagnate.

Only the girl's face began to change in front of her eyes, as if she was going through the process of death again, half of her face suddenly shrunk in as if she had been hit hard, and one eyeball fell out of the eye socket, and some pieces of meat floated in the air .A flower of blood exploded from the skull, and along with the white liquid, it exploded Qiao Que's head and face.

She opened her hands, as if to welcome Qiao Que into her arms, the corners of her lips curved into an arc, and a shrill laugh came out of her mouth.

Qiao Que's head was completely empty.

Like a revolving lantern in front of my eyes, many pictures began to pass by. At first, it was just a picture, and slowly, it began to become a piece of memory.

It turns out that before a person dies, he really looks back on his life, he thought so.

Slowly, he realized something was wrong.

It's not his memory.

It belonged to Xu Siran.

She was a delicate and quiet girl. She didn't seem to like to talk to others, and she always smiled and refused the invitations of her classmates to go out to sing K for dinner.

She likes to be alone, even when her elders said, "This child is too introverted and doesn't fit in with others, even if he has good grades, how will he step into the society in the future", she can only smile and stop talking.

Apart from studying, her only pleasure is playing around with a Leica camera.

She loves the world under the camera like crazy, as if she put all her enthusiasm for life on it.

Whether it is the ordinary scenery of the countryside, the wild flowers and insects on the roadside, or the high-rise buildings in the city, or the stray cats and dogs passing by, as long as they are in her lens, she is obsessed with them.

In order to learn photography, she taught herself various software, worked hard to earn money to update lens components, and signed up for large and small photography competitions by herself.

She thought she was alone.

Until she was in college, one day, someone approached her and asked her "whether you want to join the photography club".

She was a little hesitant, but that person told her that everyone in the photography agency loved the camera as much as she did, and loved the world they lived in.

She finally nodded and joined the photography club.

Her nightmare begins.

At first, she felt that her decision was the right one.

There are many eccentrics in the photography club who are always with the camera like her.

Some people like still life, some people prefer portraits, and some people only love natural scenery.Even though everyone's expertise is different, and even often quarreling over aperture and exposure numbers, we still spent a very happy time together.

She liked it here, she thought, maybe, she found a group of her kind.

One day, someone told her that several members who love portraits wanted to challenge body photography, and asked her if she would like to be a model.

She doesn't like fine portrait photography very much, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but the visitor showed a very disappointed expression, saying that she thought that she who loved photography so much could understand this artistic passion.

She softened.

It was the first time for her to be a mannequin, showing her body in front of the light-absorbing cloth. In fact, she didn't feel any shame, because every photographer's eyes were full of respect and love for art.

They were genuinely happy, she could understand.

Things quickly took a turn for the worse. One day, the counselor of her class found her, put the mobile phone in front of her, and asked her if it was her.

It was a bad website with body art photos of her.

She felt puzzled, but she still told the counselor that this was an art work of their photography club, and it might just be that a certain member accidentally leaked the work.

The counselor seriously warned her that this matter is big or small. They are not art colleges, and their tolerance for such works is not as high as she imagined. She hopes that she can protect her reputation.

She hurried to the photography club, but heard the conversation outside the door.

"How can you sell her photos to bad websites like this? Isn't this kind of thing illegal?"

"Don't you know that the club's funds have been reduced this year? How can we maintain the club's operations without selling photos? Everyone in the three poor generations of photography knows that equipment upgrades, daily materials, which one doesn't need money? What's more, it's not just her photos that are sold, as well as the scenery. Aren't the photos and so many still life photos all photos?"

"What if she pursues it?"

"Isn't she a member of the photography club? She took the nude photos voluntarily, and no one forced her. At worst, give her some points? This kind of photos is the most profitable."

She fell into an ice cellar.

The moment she heard the word "nude photo", she covered her mouth and went to the bathroom, throwing up all the contents of her stomach.

She said she didn't want to be a model anymore, but was told that if she wanted to "stop halfway" or tell the school about their affairs, they would blow up her artistic photo and hang it all over the school.

Some club members complained about her, but they didn't know what kind of threats or dissuasion they received. In the end, they just silently quit the club and no longer cared about her affairs.

She thought of calling the police for help, but someone told her that she needed to calm down and need evidence, otherwise she could do nothing but splash herself with sewage.

She believed it, and for the so-called evidence, she could only continue to be the so-called "mannequin".

Because they wanted to sell it for a good price, and because they completely tore her face, they no longer cared about her feelings, and the shooting techniques began to change to vulgar.

Until one day, they forced her to shoot on the rooftop, and one of the "photographers" had a problem with his camera. He was so angry that he went out for a while, and when he came back, he was holding her Leica camera in his hand .

She is completely insane.

She kept struggling, yelling "let go of it, don't touch it with your hands".

Recently, the photographer was in high spirits because of the huge income from selling photos, so he didn't care about her mood, let the people around her control her, and didn't make any parameter settings, so he just took pictures of her with her camera.

She was lying on the ground, looking at the Leica camera held up to her by someone else, the black lens was like a cold muzzle.

She shed tears of despair.

That night, she hugged her old friend Leica camera and jumped off the rooftop.

Then, under the bright moonlight that night, the resentment condensed and persisted, and finally turned into a ghost.

Qiao Que trembled all over, sinking into Xu Siran's memory and unable to extricate himself.

In the darkness, a group of golden light spots quickly came to Qiao Que's side, and then burst into dazzling light.

The light pierced the clouds like sunlight, and brought him out of other people's memories.

Qiao Que only felt that he was suddenly lying on something soft, like a warm blanket in winter, and he could smell a fresh and pleasant scent of floral shower gel on the tip of his nose.

……body wash?

Qiao Que was shocked and immediately opened his eyes.

He was already lying in the sewage on the roof, his whole body was wet all over, and even his hair was tied up near his ears.

Someone was strangling him so he could barely breathe.

"Cough... cough... Sister Kexin, let me go..." He rolled his eyes and pushed the person in front of him away.

Zhao Kexin was crying out of breath: "Little Qiao, woo woo, little Qiao... I thought you were bound to die, woo woo, you scared me to death!"

Qiao Que panted desperately, patted her on the shoulder and laughed out loud, then looked at Jiang Luchi who was standing beside him with a gloomy expression.

He had already walked into the roof from the door, and his spotless leather boots stepped on the dirty water like this, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Qiao Que pursed his lips: "Brother Chi, you saved me again. Thank you."

Jiang Luchi looked at the front coldly: "This is not an example."