Chapter 697 Who Is the Ingredient?

Fang Shenyan's face darkened instantly, and he knew what he had been through.

The thing on the sixteenth floor really found him, and in such an irresistible form.

This deadlock is set, and there is no escape.

He turned around and left without looking back after his cold eyes swept across the kitchen.

The door was open, just a few steps away from him, but he still rushed into the room on the right without hesitation.

This second bedroom is about 20 square meters, and the decoration is still the same as the hall, simple to the extreme.

There is no furniture, let alone a bed.

But what caught Fang Shenyan's eyes was a medical stretcher.

This stretcher is not ordinary, with several straps hanging down on both sides, a total of eight, from head to toe.

This does not look like a stretcher for saving people, but rather like a torture device for holding people.

Fang Shenyan frowned, suddenly turned his head, and his eyes burst into a gleam of light.

But behind him, there was nothing except the empty living room.

After a cold glance, he looked normal and walked straight into the second bedroom.

His palm gently grasped the straps on the medical stretcher, almost at the same time as they touched.

He seemed to have a twitch, and suddenly closed his eyes and buried his head.

Countless complex, intense, and dark emotions crowded into his mind.

A man in a hospital gown was tied up with eight straps on his head, hands, legs, and body.

He twisted his body frantically, trying to break through the straps again and again but to no avail.

His dry and sunken face was full of scarlet blood, and he could only look up to express his pain.

The straps wrapped around his mouth made him bury his humiliation and severe pain in his heart. The straps were wet with saliva, leaving saliva mixed with blood.

It was only a flashback of half a second, but Fang Shenyan's forehead was covered with sweat.

He took a half step back with lingering fear, and his mind and heart were completely replaced by the man's feelings.

The powerless struggle and the pain and humiliation of being a lamb to be slaughtered were so real.

Complete substitution.

Everything seemed to happen to Fang Shenyan.

The strange thing is that when he substituted, he was no longer Fang Shenyan, but just an ordinary person.

What brains, wisdom, courage, all disappeared, and he even felt a cowardly fear of resistance!

Fang Shenyan shook his head vigorously, took a deep breath, and came to the second bedroom.

This bedroom was also next to the previous room, and he understood it as soon as he entered the door.

There is also a medical stretcher here.

After the last experience, Fang Shenyan hesitated for a moment, but still walked over quickly.

He knew that maybe what the man in the hospital gown experienced was what he was about to experience.

Then, he had to take a look in advance as much as possible.

The same scene as last time, but this time Fang Shenyan was mentally prepared, so he reached out his hand calmly.

However, the second picture presented by the second stretcher frightened him.

Because the person on this stretcher...

He knew him!

Here, there was also a man in a hospital gown.

But his face was still good, just a little pale, and he was still calm.

Obviously he had not been tortured for too long, and his psychological quality was very high.

The eight restraints were like sealed steel bars, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

Fang Shenyan saw fear in his eyes, and the calmness of suppressing fear.

Because his right foot was gone.

Strangely, at the end of this flashback of only half a second, the man seemed to feel Fang Shenyan's presence.

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the struggle, stiffened his neck, and looked around.

"Who?"

He was not gagged.

This person had a face that made everyone feel ashamed, regardless of whether they were men or women.

His name was Su Chenghe, the manager of the second branch.

"He is here too..."

Fang Shenyan slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the master bedroom. The facts were clear.

Soon, the medical stretcher in this room would belong to him.

He would end up like Su Chenghe and the man in the hospital gown, suffering from pain and torture.

Run?

Fang Shenyan looked at the open door and shook his head slowly.

Once he got in, he would never get out.

Fight?

Fang Shenyan glanced around and shook his head again.

He didn't even know what a ghost was or where it was, so he couldn't fight.

A way out?

With the clues in front of him, he didn't even know how the attack started, so how could he end it?

Fang Shenyan slowly closed his eyes, and he began to calm his fluctuating heart and find all kinds of clues.

But unfortunately, he didn't have much time.

The next second, Fang Shenyan suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation and oppression.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a small medical stretcher, tied up with restraints all over his body.

And I don't know when, his original clothes had been replaced with a set of hospital gowns.

Because he had been warned, he didn't panic.

After struggling a little, he found that he was not unable to move, but it was quite limited.

The only thing he could do was move his fingers. He couldn't even raise his hands slightly.

Lying flat on the stretcher, the fear of the man in the hospital gown appeared again.

This ghost was quite unusual.

It released those images not simply to announce clues, but to integrate mental interference into the images.

Use the most direct way to explain the most real fear.

It did it.

Because at this moment, even Fang Shenyan, who thought he was as hard as iron, began to feel uneasy and restless in his heart.

Looking at the pure white ceiling, a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

"Fang Shenyan? Is it you?"

Su Chenghe's voice was very close, as if it was right next to his ear.

Fang Shenyan turned his head silently. This degree of freedom can still be achieved.

Perhaps not sealing the mouth and giving relative freedom is the greatest gift that ghosts give to these store managers.

Su Chenghe is no different from the last time they met.

But his face is pale and his body is stiff, especially his right foot.

From this perspective, he only saw a trouser leg.

Thinking of the pig's trotters in the sack before, it's no wonder that Fang Shenyan felt familiar.

This is an invisible bond between store managers, or perhaps it is also a hint that ghosts deliberately "give" him.

"Manager Su."

After receiving Fang Shenyan's affirmative answer, Su Chenghe's pale face showed a brief joy.

But then, he fell into deep panic again.

"It's over. The fact that you can come here means that the two people in front are almost dead!"

Su Chenghe obviously came earlier than Fang Shenyan and knew more.

From the meaning of this sentence, it is obvious that the three rooms in this house and the three stretchers correspond to the three victims.

The killings are in order.

For example, the first man in the hospital gown that Fang Shenyan saw may be one of the other store managers, or just a resident in the building.

He is suffering from endless torture and is almost at his limit.

According to Su Chenghe's theory, there should be another one before the man in the hospital gown.

However, that one should have died.

Fang Shenyan kept silent. He looked at the ashes on Su Chenghe's face and was also anxious.

From the order, the next one to die is Su Chenghe.

And once Su Chenghe died, it would be Fang Shenyan's turn.