Zhuang Zhou walked out of the thirty-meter passage safely, but he was still a little frightened. He originally planned to walk the entire passage in fifty steps, but in the end he counted silently and only took forty-one steps.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, he let out a deep breath and his scalp no longer felt numb.

He turned back and glanced back at the passage, and at that moment, all the lights in the passage were extinguished, including all the lights at the entrance at the end.

Looking at the dark passage behind him, which looked like a monster with its mouth open, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but feel in a trance.

Then, he couldn't help but shudder and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Then he muttered in confusion and in a low voice: "This passage is obviously inside the high-speed rail station, and it is close to the bathroom and the main pedestrian aisle. How come there is no one else there except myself?"

"And why do I always feel like I'm in danger? Could it be that old ghost is playing tricks on me?"

"Ignore it for now, go find out who that old voice is, and give him a good beating after meeting."

From memory, the old voice prompts: "After going to the second floor, go right, pass the bathroom after fifty meters, then turn left, go straight for thirty meters, then turn left, go straight for twenty-five meters.

, then turn left, and after ten meters there is a room with double glass doors."

Zhuang Zhou had no other abilities, but his memory was extremely good.

He looked ahead and saw that there were passages running in opposite directions, one going left and one going right.

Zhuang Zhou walked quickly to the left.

After walking only ten steps, it was really a left turn.

Zhuang Zhou stopped at the corner and stared at the silent twenty-five-meter passage in front of him.

The passage is about two meters wide, with a cement floor and undecorated walls on both sides. It turns left at the end of the 25-meter mark.

On the wall on the left, a decoration worker should have written on it crookedly with red paint: Under renovation, no idlers!

On the wall on the right is a not very round circle, but inside the circle is a large infinity symbol: "∞".

At first glance, the infinity symbol ∞ looks like it is lying on a round face, like a pair of eyes without eyeballs.

When the worker was painting, there was too much paint on the brush, and it accidentally flowed down from both sides, resembling two lines of flowing red tears, which looked very weird.

Zhuang Zhouyi's head grew bigger when he saw the infinity symbols that kept appearing around him.

"The symbol ∞ means no boundary in mathematics, infinite energy in theology, and infinite space and time in philosophy."

He secretly marveled: "Did the decoration workers draw the "∞" symbol on the wall? Do they also understand the meaning of this infinity symbol? But why do they need to encircle it with a circle?"

Zhuang Zhou kept guessing and pondering, but he couldn't figure out the reason. He couldn't help laughing and mocking himself: "Zhuang Zhou, you are overthinking. Maybe the decorator was just painting casually for fun."

He no longer focused on the infinity symbol, but carefully looked at the short passage in front of him.

The passage is about 2.8 meters high, and an aluminum-plastic plate ceiling is simply hoisted on the top.

There are ten lights on the ceiling, but only two old-fashioned light bulbs are on.

The lights were dim, and the two light bulbs flickered on and off from time to time, which seemed to create a somewhat strange atmosphere for this passage.

Zhuang Zhou cursed in a low voice: "Fuck you, uncle, I want to see what monsters you want to create!"

After scolding, he quickly walked in directly.

Twenty-five meters is about thirty-five steps, but as soon as I took five steps, a light bulb on the ceiling above my head kept making a "chichi" sound.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but stopped, and inadvertently raised his head to look at the buzzing light bulb.

But at the moment when he raised his head, there was a "bang" explosion.

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly closed his eyes like a reflex, only to hear a few tinkling sounds coming from his eyelids, which were a little numb.

He quickly lowered his head and felt a sting on his face, as if he had been scratched in several places by the scattered light bulb fragments after the explosion.

In an instant, the anger in Zhuang Zhou's heart poured out from his mouth like a mountain, and he shouted loudly: "Fuck you, uncle, your mother really wants to kill me!"

Then he opened his eyes and saw that the concrete floor was full of large and small light bulb fragments, with sharp edges and corners.

Zhuang Zhou put the suitcase on the ground, touched his numb eyelids with one hand, but found no injuries at all. He wiped the stinging face again, and his hands were already covered with bright red blood.

He couldn't help but cursed in annoyance: "What a damn unlucky person, this light bulb was going to explode sooner or later, but it happened to explode when I walked here, and it even hurt my face."

Looking at the wall on the left again, the blood-red words caught his eye: "Under renovation, no idlers!"

Zhuang Zhou thought: "Where idlers stop? You old man, what do you want to do by tricking me into a place where idlers stop?"

"Did he design these little tricks just to play with me? Then he must be too boring!"

He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, wiped the blood off his face, and threw the bloody tissues on the cement floor.

After picking up the suitcase, I continued walking into the passage.

He didn't dare to look up at the only remaining light bulb, even though it was flickering on and off, it also made a "chichichi" sound.

At this moment, the brick phone in his hand vibrated violently, making Zhuang Zhou's palms feel numb.

His heart trembled, and he quickly opened the cover, only to see a dozen white words on the black screen: "Swallow the bloody paper you left on the cement floor!"

Zhuang Zhouyi looked at these commanding words and his tone was very domineering, leaving no room for doubt.

His heart trembled again, this time with anger.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly raised his head and shouted into the passage: "Swallowed? You old man, is there something really wrong with you?"

As soon as the sound hit the ground, no sound was heard, but violent vibrations came from the palm of the hand again.

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head and looked.

The white words on the black screen have changed to: "Boy, don't make a sound. Just do as you are told. Don't let human blood enter your dishes! I'll explain it to you when we meet later."

"You damn old man------"

Zhuang Zhou still wanted to curse, but as soon as a few words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but closed it again.

"No human blood should enter the dish!"

He looked at these words on the black screen, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

He muttered secretly: "That old guy, why are you speaking so seriously? Could it be that --- by the way, human blood is not allowed in the dish!"

"Human blood cannot be put in a vessel. It means that human blood cannot be put in a vessel. But I wiped it on a paper towel, so what does it matter?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't understand the meaning, but he still bent down to pick up the bloody papers and crumpled them into a ball.

He was about to throw it into his mouth, but he stopped midway, glanced at the bright red blood paper, and suddenly remembered what happened in the bathroom.

"Nosebleed------Yes, didn't the paper I used to wipe the nosebleed in the bathroom also be thrown into the trash can?"

"At that time, why didn't the old guy say he was going to swallow it?"

"Damn, he was playing with me! Fortunately, I didn't rush to swallow it, otherwise it would have disgusted me to death."

As soon as Zhuang Zhou thought of this, the brick phone in his hand vibrated again.

He looked over and saw that there was no text on the black screen, but four color photos side by side. They were photos of himself cleaning up a nosebleed in the bathroom.

The first picture is of wiping a nosebleed.

The second picture shows the paper with nosebleeds thrown on the sink.

The third picture shows a pair of broad and thick hands taking the nosebleed papers from the sink.

When Zhuang Zhou saw those hands, he was stunned for a moment.

Sure enough, the last photo showed the rough man Gui'an, who was putting Zhuang Zhou's nosebleed papers into his pants pocket.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but cursed: "I went, Gui'an actually accepted the paper I used to wipe my nosebleeds."

Then, he murmured in confusion: "Why did he keep those bloody papers? He even put them in his pocket. Could it be that he has a habit of collecting other people's blood stains? Doesn't this make him a pervert?"

Zhuang Zhou was puzzled, so he put the bloody paper ball into his suit pocket.
Chapter completed!