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This place looks familiar.

Wang Chuan struggled to get up and realized that he was lying on a floor with a single bed behind him.

This is a bedroom, and you can see the open door when you look up. At this time, a faint light came in from the window, allowing him to see the layout in the room.

A wooden bed covered with light yellow stripes, and a light pink quilt is folded up and placed on the head of the bed.

Next to the bed is a plastic woven basket that houses these men's clothes.

Next to the bedroom door is a desk with a desktop computer on it, and there are several women's magazines standing next to the computer.

Just looking at the decoration, Wang Chuan didn't remember seeing this room somewhere.

“Where is this place?”

He looked around and found no trace of the ghost.

The sky outside has begun to turn white, and the day is about to come.

After confirming that there was no danger around, Wang Chuan quickly walked to his desk and flipped through the magazines, but found that they were all ordinary reading materials and nothing special.

He came to the plastic basket again and squatted down and flipped over the clothes in the basket, trying to find some clues.

Unexpectedly, he found it.

There seemed to be a hard card item in his pants pocket. He reached out and took out the card in his pants pocket and found that it was an ID card. The column of his name clearly stated "Sun Zihao"

Wang Chuan only understood why he looked familiar here.

"Is this an employee dormitory? Is it Sun Zihao's dormitory?" He stood up with his ID card and looked out the bedroom door in surprise. He saw that the structure of the room was exactly the same as that of the employee dormitory he lived in.

Why didn't the ghost kill him? Why did he bring him here?

He walked out of the bedroom door strangely and walked out of the bedroom door. On the left side of his door, the toilet was open at this time, and a mirror was facing the toilet door. Wang Chuan's figure was reflected in the mirror, but now he didn't have time to look at himself in the mirror, but instead he was attracted by the bottles and jars under the mirror.

Although he is a male, he can still recognize what these are.

Toner, facial cream, eye cream, liquid foundation, hair removal cream, blush, mascara...

It’s okay to have toners and other things, but Sun Zihao, a big man, can use mascara and hair removal cream?

The more Wang Chuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He retreated to the bedroom and took a look at the pink bedding on the bed. This was not like the color that Sun Zihao could use.

He frowned and thought of something. He quickly walked to the wardrobe and opened the door. He saw that the wardrobe was full of women's clothes, mostly skirts and stockings.

Wang Chuan has no doubt that Sun Zihao has a fetish for women.

His first reaction was that this was actually a place where a woman lived, and Sun Zihao's clothes appeared here because he would spend the night here at night.

This is not Zhao Shuang's room.

In other words, Sun Zihao spent the night in another woman's house as Zhao Shuang's boyfriend, and this woman was their colleague.

Wang Chuan closed the wardrobe door and walked towards the living room.

The living room was placed in a regular manner with gray sofas and glass coffee tables, and in the living room he finally found clues to the owner of the house.

Several family photos were posted on the wall above the sofa. Wang Chuan stretched out his head and saw that there was a woman and a middle-aged couple in the family photos.

This young woman looks familiar.

"Jiang Mei?" Wang Chuan found this face in his mind.

Jiang Mei is a colleague of Zhao Shuang and Sun Zihao, the company's finance.

It is also one of the eight missing persons.

Now it seems that he is also Sun Zihao's affair.

Seeing this, Wang Chuan suddenly understood the chat history on Xia Jianren’s mobile phone when he first entered the dungeon.

Zhao Shuang asked Xia Jianren if he had known "that thing" for a long time, and probably "that thing" was the matter between Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei.

He remembered that Zhao Shuang had just remembered something not long ago, saying that they had a dispute in the car.

I guess this is also the one who argues.

Wang Chuan frowned and had an idea in his mind. Could it be that Zhao Shuang had tampered with Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei after knowing about Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei, and then deliberately argued with them halfway and got out of the car, so that he could survive and let them die.

But at that time there were more than 30 colleagues in the car who had nothing to do with this matter. If this was the case, then Zhao Shuang would be terrible.

The birds outside the window pulled Wang Chuan out of his thoughts. He touched his cell phone that had been in his pocket. It was almost seven o'clock now.

The phone was there when it was entered into the copy, and he kept it with him. Of course, Wang Chuan had already switched the mode to silent, for fear that it would ring randomly when it shouldn't have been.

There were contact information from several other players on the phone book. He thought for a while and called the phone.

Cangyue was a little disbelief when she received the call from Wang Chuan.

They all knew that Wang Chuan disappeared out of thin air, and it was probably a bit unlucky, but they didn't expect that they would still receive a call from this person.

At this time, the bus had just stopped halfway up the grave mountain, and several people were about to get off.

Xia Jianren also saw the caller ID on Cangyue’s mobile phone screen. He pinched the fan in his hand and took a step back: “It’s not that Wang Chuan was killed by a ghost. The ghost was dialed by his phone with his phone, right?”

Cangyue also had this idea in her mind.

She thought for a while before she decided to answer the call, but when she answered, she kept her phone away slightly, afraid that some strange sound would come from the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chuan's voice really came from the earpiece.

"Cangyue?"

"Wang Chuan? You are not dead yet?" Cang Yue was also very surprised.

"Are there anyone else next to you listening to your phone call?"

Hearing the words Cangyue realized something, she looked at the people around her side and took a few steps back: "No one can hear what you are saying."

Wang Chuan then continued: "Listen to me, I am in Jiang Mei's dormitory now."

Jiang Mei? Cangyue remembers that this name is on the list of missing persons.

"I found Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei..."

Cangyue quietly listened to Wang Chuan’s narration, then glanced at Zhao Shuang, and saw that she was staring at the base not far away, as if she was not paying attention to this side.

She whispered to the microphone: "So the overturning incident is very likely to have something to do with her?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes," Wang Chuan's voice came from the microphone, "You should be with her now, be careful. If things are really the same as I guess, then this person will be too vicious."

In order to revenge Sun Zihao and Jiang Mei, letting the whole company be buried with them together, it is indeed vicious.

But if this is true, then life will be easier.

The resentment of those ghosts comes from Zhao Shuang. As long as Zhao Shuang dies, they can live.

Cangyue held her pocket.

"By the way, where are you now?" Wang Chuan's voice continued to come from his phone.

Cangyue looked at the base in the distance: "Fenshan, the police found Zhao Shuang's place, Gu Mian drove us up, hoping to stimulate Zhao Shuang's memory. Are you coming?"

Wang Chuan, opposite, was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know why the ghost took me to the employee dormitory but didn't kill me. I want to find some clues here. If I find anything, I will contact you by phone. If the phone doesn't work, I will send you a text."

"Okay," Cang Yue nodded, "Then be careful."

After saying that, the two stopped talking.

At this time, Xia Jianren pinched the small fan in his hand and came over: "Is it Wang Chuan?"

"Yes," Cang Yue nodded, "He is still alive."

Cang Yue felt very strange when the ghost didn't kill him.

Xia Jianren threw the fan with advertisements printed from the bus and threw it into the car window: "What did he say?"

Cangyue turned to look at Zhao Shuang in the distance: "He told us to be careful of Zhao Shuang."

But no matter how vicious a person is, he is afraid of a knife. As long as he verified that the deaths of the more than thirty people were caused by Zhao Shuang, the copy will be safely ended if she cut her knife.

Cangyue guessed that he brought Wang Chuan to Sun Zihao's dormitory to let him know the truth.

The base built on the hillside is a row of small dirt houses, with several tables and chairs placed in the house. There are no people here on weekdays, only those tired of climbing will rest here for a while.

Zhao Shuang had already walked into this row of small dirt houses, and it seemed that she wanted to remember what happened that day.

But a few people saw her trying to recall her for a long time, but in the end she still didn't recall anything.

"I have no memory of this place." Zhao Shuang covered her forehead with headache, and the others looked at each other.

Zhao Shuang got off the car here, and she had never been there after going up. The place above probably wouldn't stimulate her memory.

"Why don't we go up a little longer?" Xia Jianren suggested, "Maybe we can find something when we go to the place where the car fell, and there are still a few people who are missing, maybe they can find clues."

There is no other way now, and several people agree.

It was already completely bright, and there were more idle people climbing the mountain. In order not to cause a sensation, Gu Mian had already driven the bus to a hidden place to hide it.

Next, if you want to continue to move up, you can only walk.

Fortunately, there was a cement main road built on this mountain, so it was not too tiring to get up.

Wang Chuan on the other side had already searched Jiang Mei's house, and now he stood back at Zhao Shuang's door. They were in a hurry when they ran away last night and had no time to throw them to the door, so the door was still open, which was just convenient for him to go in and investigate.

He carefully pushed open the door and searched carefully in the room, trying to find out if there were any clues related to his grandson Hao Jiangmei.

But after searching through it, I found nothing.

Instead, he found a fan with the advertisement for "Treatment of Kidney Deficiency". He looked at the pile of useless things in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Twelve hours have passed now." Xia Jianren looked up at the lit sky.

One-third of the mission time has passed, and there are still twenty-four hours to suffer.

If they can find a way out, they will not suffer in the next twenty-four hours.

Climbing is a physical job. Before the bus overturned, the few people were exhausted and panting and could no longer walk. There was a pavilion in front of them, so they stopped to rest in the pavilion for a while.

Originally, they planned to discuss their next plans, but unexpectedly, there were men with white hair sitting in the pavilion, so they could only shut up and rest silently.