Chapter 855

The terrifying background sound was obviously carefully selected, and there was also the sound of the elevator door opening.

"The young man and the old woman entered the elevator, and he didn't pay much attention at first. When the elevator became very quiet, he instinctively felt that something was wrong. After looking around, he froze, his heart skipped a beat, and his legs and feet trembled, because he found that he was probably the only one in the elevator car."

"The old woman was still around, so why could the young man be sure that he was the only one in the elevator?" Zhen Junmei's gloomy voice, accompanied by the terrifying background sound, plus they were standing in the elevator car, really gave people a terrifying scalp tingling feeling.

It was completely immersive.

"Because..." Zhen Junmei didn't pause for long, and her voice rang again. She laughed strangely, which sounded professional, especially like the tone of a ghost character in a movie or TV series. "Because there is no shadow of me on the wall of the elevator car, only you, young man. How can I, an old lady who can do such a thing, be a human being?"

"Young man, look at the wall of the elevator car, is there a shadow of me?"

According to the original body's setting, he must be trembling all over, pale, and dare not look at it at all. If he dropped an item at this time, Zhen Junmei would let him go. If he didn't drop an item, Zhen Junmei would continue to tell him interesting ghost stories.

Jiang Zhao's voice rang out: "Grandma Zhen, there is your figure on the wall of the car, but..."

"But what?" Zhen Junmei was a little strange. The young man's voice didn't sound like he was scared. She first glanced at Jiang Zhao and found that he was staring at the wall of the car on the other side.

Huh? He was scared, but he didn't make a sound in time? This situation is not impossible.

Zhen Junmei subconsciously looked at the wall of the car that Jiang Zhao was staring at. He hadn't dropped the item yet. She planned to stare at the position of the car wall and tell some exciting stories.

When she finally saw the wall of the car and was about to continue telling the story according to the scene, she froze, and instantly felt a blood flow backwards, and the crutches in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"It turns out that reality is the opposite of the story." Jiang Zhao looked at the wall of the car, which only reflected Zhen Junmei's figure. "Grandma Zhen, are you reacting similarly to the young man in the story? I see that your body is a little tense. Are you afraid?"

Zhen Junmei's expression changed again and again. She stared at the wall of the car for a while, and turned her head to look at the young man standing next to her. She could see him with her naked eyes, but the wall of the car did not reflect his figure.

What's going on?

She was really scared just now, but she was a person who survived in this world after all. She had experienced countless lives and deaths, and had seen all kinds of weirdness and weirdness. Sudden things can scare her, but she won't be immersed in fear all the time.

Now she has calmed down.

Don't look at her on the surface, she is very alert in her heart, and at the same time, she is thinking about what is going on.

Is the young man standing next to her really the landlord she usually sees? Or is it something else strange in Building 9?

Jiang Zhao: "Grandma Zhen, tell me another story."

He bent down to pick up his cane. Zhen Junmei stared at the wall of the car, where her cane was reflected. There was still no sign of the young man.

"Thank you, young man."

I didn't expect you were not human.

Although she was not very scared, Zhen Junmei's smile was still a little stiff. It was the first time she encountered such a thing.

"You're welcome."

"Grandma Zhen, to thank me, continue to tell ghost stories."

"I like to listen."

Zhen Junmei pulled the corner of her mouth: "Okay, since you like it so much, Grandma will tell you another one."

Zhen Junmei continued to tell stories. She was still professional and used background music to create an atmosphere. She only occasionally glimpsed Jiang Zhao listening with relish, without much sense of accomplishment.

After one story was over, Zhen Junmei said, "Young man, it's getting dark, and grandma has to go back to rest. I'll tell you a story another day." When you come to this world, you don't have to fight for everything you see, especially when you are not sure. It's better to use other methods to get out of it than to fight.

Jiang Zhao smiled: "Grandma Zhen, tell another one, I like it."

Facing Jiang Zhao's smile, Zhen Junmei's scalp tingled, and she found that the elevator didn't move at some point. She felt bad and could only deal with it superficially: "Okay, whatever you like, grandma will continue to tell."

Ten minutes later, Zhen Junmei's mouth was a little dry, and she took out a bottle of water from her cloth bag to drink.

After finishing the drink, she was about to say that she would not tell the story today and would tell it another day, but Jiang Zhao spoke first: "Grandma Zhen, keep telling, I love to listen."

Zhen Junmei really wanted to scold her this time, but the man next to her was not a human being. He even stopped the elevator somewhere unknown. His strength was immeasurable. She responded on the surface: "Young man, grandma is so old, she can't keep telling stories all the time, she needs to rest, right? Just say you want to hear a few stories, so that grandma can have a general idea."

Jiang Zhao met Zhen Junmei's eyes and spoke in anticipation: "Tell me a ghost story that can scare me to tears, and then go back to rest."

Zhen Junmei almost fell down. No one asked for this!

Could it be that because she had been telling ghost stories every day and scared the landlord to tears, this inhuman thing in front of her found out and the other party thought it was interesting and wanted to be scared to tears too? I feel that this is the truth.

But the other party is not a human, how could he be scared by a ghost story?

Zhen Junmei thought that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to use force. No matter where the elevator stopped, she had to find a way to leave here now.

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