Although many years have passed, the corridor is still filled with a choking burnt smell, and traces of the original fire can still be seen on the mottled walls.
Moonlight shone in through the glassless window, and in the dark corridor, two sneaky figures were walking forward.
"Brother, I'll give you 2,000 yuan for pretending to be a ghost for two hours. Are all the kids today so generous?"
A thin and short young man's face was full of excitement. He was breathing hard while talking. He looked like a drug addict.
Another middle-aged man with a burly body and a bit of bald head said disdainfully: "You can do this for two thousand yuan? Are you promising? Do you want to work for something big?"
"What's the big deal?"
"right!"
The balding man said with sinister eyes: "The child is so generous, which means his family must be very rich. When they come later, we will tie them all up and then give him a hard hit. How about that?"
"You mean...kidnapping?!"
The addict's depressed eyes suddenly widened, and he said with some worry: "Brother, this is going to cost you your head!"
The balding man sneered: "Look at your current behavior, what's the difference between your current behavior and your death? Anyway, this is your chance, so I'll tell you if you do it or not!"
The addict hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said, "Fuck it! Where should we start?"
"How is it here?" The balding man pointed to the room closest to them.
The door of this room has been burned, leaving only a dark door opening. But strangely, even the door frame has been burned away, but the tag on the door has been preserved.
Although the sign has been blackened by the fire that year, you can still vaguely make out the words written on it: Women's Changing Room.
"Hey, this place is great. I've never been in the women's locker room in my life. Let's go in and have a look!"
The two people walked into the women's locker room, and they saw a row of iron cabinets on the left and right walls. The burn marks left by the fire could also be seen on them.
The addict coughed twice and said with some disappointment: "It doesn't look like there's anything here!"
"What else do you want? I've prepared a yellow flower girl for you!"
The drug addict laughed and laughed: "Young girl? That's a great relationship. If a young girl comes out, I'll do it right now!"
The balding man gave the addict a slap on the back of his head: "Stop daydreaming. If this thing is done, you can have as much as you want, young lady."
"You can find a cupboard to hide in later, and I'll think of a way to lure those kids here. Then we'll work together inside and outside, and we'll do it together."
The addict nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say!"
The balding man looked at his phone and said, "It's almost time. I'm going out. Please be fresh in a while. Don't let me get in trouble!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the women's locker room.
After the bald man left, the addict opened all the cabinets he could, but they were all empty.
Finally, he found a relatively clean cabinet, hid it in, and closed the cabinet door.
Because there are ventilation holes on the cabinet door, the addict hiding inside does not feel particularly stuffy.
He began to fantasize about how he would enjoy life after receiving the ransom. As he thought about it, he breathed unconsciously, as if he was addicted to cigarettes.
Just as he was about to smoke a cigarette, clear footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Could it be that the bald man is back?
No, the sound of footsteps was very clear and crisp. It should be the sound of high heels, definitely not a bald man.
Could it be those elementary school students?
It doesn't feel like it. Let's not talk about whether a primary school student can wear high heels. Just this steady and slow pace does not sound like a primary school student.
Who could it be?
The addict suddenly felt a sense of unreasonable fear. He wanted to call the bald man back, but he was afraid of disturbing the person outside.
As the footsteps got closer and closer, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the footsteps would keep going and never stop at the door of the women's locker room.
But out of fear, the crisp footsteps actually stopped at the door of the women's locker room, and the addict quickly held his breath.
After a while, footsteps sounded again, it walked into the women's locker room, and then came to the cabinet on the other side.
The addict hiding in the cabinet heard the sound of the cabinet being opened, followed by the rustling sound of taking off clothes.
The addict was both scared and curious. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and mustered up the courage to lie on the vent and look out.
Through the faint moonlight, he saw a woman standing in front of the cabinet opposite. The woman was changing clothes. It could be inferred from her smooth skin that this woman was very young.
The addict couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and he didn't know whether he heard the sound of him swallowing saliva or felt his hot gaze, but the woman opposite turned her head.
But when the addict saw the woman's face, he gasped.
It was a face that had been burned beyond recognition. The whole face was like charcoal, and the facial features could not be distinguished at all.
The addict was startled by this face and subconsciously hid back.
But now he was hiding in a narrow cabinet. As he hid, his head suddenly hit the backboard, making a "bang" sound.
The addict feels that his heartbeat is about to stop, and he thinks that he will definitely die at this time.
However, the noise just now did not seem to attract the woman's attention. She just looked left and right, then turned her head back and continued to change clothes.
The addict hiding in the cabinet breathed a sigh of relief, but just when he thought he had escaped, the cabinet door was suddenly opened.
He saw the woman who was burned beyond recognition standing outside the cabinet. Her face was like charcoal. There was a crack in the mouth, and bright red liquid seeped out from the crack...
In the corridor, the bald man was looking for a place to hide. As he was walking, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Didn't I tell you to hide in the closet? Those kids are coming soon!"
The bald man said with some annoyance, but when he turned around, he found that the people standing behind him were not drug addicts at all, but several people whose whole bodies had been burned to black charcoal.
These people stood in a row, and the people at the back put their hands on the shoulders of the people in front, and the hand on the shoulder of the balding man was the hand of the person standing in the front...
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