Chapter 776 The Sixth Person

Cold, shaking.

Chu Zihang seemed to have had a long dream, but now he woke up.

The moment he woke up, Chu Zihang did not open his eyes, his breathing was steady without any change, and the muscles in his body were relaxed to the extreme to maintain the current state.

In the darkness with his eyes closed, he first determined his physical condition. There were no missing limbs or obvious wounds, but his consciousness was still slightly chaotic and blurry after he recovered. There was no blunt pain in the back of his head, so he could consider it an inhalation or injection. Caused by the drug, the duration of coma can be judged to be about five hours based on the degree of thirst.

He is now in a sitting position, with his head hanging down naturally, his hands flat on the armrests of the chair on both sides, and his feet close to the legs of the chair. Since he was able to maintain his posture in this way until he was awake, he could conclude that his limbs were tied to the chair without struggling to verify and alert him.

There is the incessant operating noise of industrial machinery in my ears. With a slight twitch of my nose, I can easily smell the pungent smell of copper rust and dust. The whole environment is vibrating slightly. Earthquake? No, Chu Zihang soon felt a slight sense of weightlessness, and then the vibration stopped after a heavy sound of landing.

At this time, Chu Zihang probably understood his situation, so he no longer hid it, raised his head and opened his eyes. The eternally burning golden pupils did not emit any glimmer. Someone thoughtfully put them on for him. A pair of contact lenses obscured the biting edge in his pupils.

Sure enough, he was currently in an abandoned elevator. The elevator light above his head flashed with a cold white light like a horror movie, illuminating the surrounding elevator walls that had been stained with rust by time. Sitting under him was a man. A chair, made entirely of metal, was covered in brown rust like the elevator. No, was it blood?

Chu Zihang turned his head and fixed his eyes on the metal chair armrests where his hands were tightly tied with steel wires. The dark red marks were too deep. According to his experience, they were more like the marks left by dried blood than rust. of dry shell. This means that he is not the first guest in this chair.

The wire that bound his hands and feet on the chair was not thick, it could even be said to be extremely thin, but it was full of incredible toughness and sharpness. Chu Zihang made a slight movement of raising his hand and felt a stinging pain on his wrist, red. Blood seeped out from around the iron wire that was deeply embedded in the skin, which also told an obvious fact - you can break free from this chair, but you need to be prepared to lose all your hands and feet, but anyone with any brains can do it. Wouldn't try it easily.

But compared to the restricted situation, his attention at this time was more focused on the ground, that is, the floor of the elevator. There was a track under the metal chair that extended to the closed opening and closing of the elevator door. , this reminds people of the conveyor belt of the automatic assembly line. Are the people on the chairs the pigs waiting to be slaughtered on the conveyor belt?

The joke wasn't funny.

The elevator made a crisp ding-dong sound, and the rusty elevator door opened. What appeared in front of Chu Zihang was pitch black. The weak light source of the elevator was completely unable to illuminate this darkness.

Chu Zihang's night vision was not very good, and when he looked into the deep darkness, he could only see the endless unknown. He looked up at the floor display on the elevator. The LCD screen had long been broken, but it was being used by someone who didn't know it. Three words were written on the red color of blood or paint: Terminal.

"We have arrived at the terminal. Passengers who have not yet got off the bus, please get off in time and be sure to carry your belongings." A voice announcement actually sounded in the elevator, and a low electronically synthesized voice came from the disrepaired speaker.

If Lu Mingfei were here, he would probably complain that he mistakenly entered the set of "Saw", but it is a pity that Chu Zihang has not even seen that movie, and the current scene is just a fundamentalist to him The kidnapping case of a American-style perverted killer.

After the voice broadcast ended, the metal chair under Chu Zihang made a "squeaking" sound. As expected, the entire chair began to move on the track, leading Chu Zihang toward the elevator door.

Deep darkness rushed in, and at the same time there was a strong smell of blood, like entering a slaughterhouse by mistake. The creaking rails and metal chairs went deeper into this dark passage, and the smell of blood became more disgusting. .

Chu Zihang sat expressionlessly on the chair and allowed himself to be driven forward. After being deprived of vision by darkness, his sense of hearing and smell were amplified to the limit, especially hearing and touch.

According to the time he was unconscious, the current time should be during the day. Even if there is an error of more than an hour, it can be roughly determined to be in the afternoon time period, but there is no light here, not even a little bit, plus the air. Due to the humidity and the trajectory of the elevator just now, he should be in an underground facility now.

Where was he before he fell into coma?

The memory rolled back and finally stopped in front of an abandoned hospital building on the outskirts of the coastal city. Yes, he returned to that coastal city during the summer vacation and was preparing to enter an abandoned hospital to investigate some things during the vacation, but He had no memory of anything after entering the hospital.

Suddenly, while he was still silently reminiscing, his eyes looked straight at the end of the passage, because there he caught more breath - the breath of a living person.

A door opened in the darkness, accompanied by a squealing sound like a horror movie. The smell of blood suddenly faded a little, and a cool air flow hit his face. He passed through the long and airtight corridor and came to a spacious environment. Several heartbeats also sounded within Chu Zihang's perception. At least he was not lonely here.

The metal chair stopped after moving forward for a short distance, and then there was deathly silence. Chu Zihang turned his head and stared into the darkness, his eyes staying on each heartbeat. He roughly calculated that there were about five heartbeats, including himself. six people.

The heartbeats of six people were beating in the darkness, but there were only four breathing sounds. Chu Zihang glanced at the two heartbeats without breathing sounds, and almost at the same time he felt eyes falling on him. It seemed that things were more complicated than before. It's much more interesting than imagined.

Behind the back, the door that Chu Zihang had just passed through suddenly closed. The loud noise was like a switch. Electric current passed through the wall and wires made a crackling sound. The tungsten wire heated rapidly, and white light fell from the top of the head like a waterfall, illuminating a huge picture. There are six figures sitting side by side around the round table. Behind each person is the same metal chair. The white light shines on their faces, showing fear, indifference, or confusion.

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes slightly, looked up and looked around after his pupils accepted the brightness of the light. He was now in a spacious, airtight room, about the size of a conference room. The walls were covered with peeling chalk, except for the round table in the middle. Other furnishings and miscellaneous items, no further information could be found to determine the location.

Apart from Chu Zihang, there were five people on the round table, four men and one woman. They were all dressed in different clothes and had different reactions, either anxious or calm. There was also a track under the chair they were sitting on that extended to the door. It was not difficult to guess. They came here in the same way as Chu Zihang.

Now judging from the distance between the six people sitting around, there is no room left at the round table. Everyone seems to have their throats choked by this weird atmosphere. They didn't say a word or scream, and they all looked at each other in silence. Watching each other, waiting for the development of the situation.

There was silence for three minutes, complete silence, the only things that could be heard were each other's heartbeats and breathing.

"It looks like everyone is equally unlucky."

Finally someone spoke.

The first person to break the silence was a man with a well-proportioned figure and strong arms diagonally to the right of Chu Zihang. His face was close to the vicissitudes of forty years old. He had bun ears and a healed scar on his cheek and jaw. He was wearing a black dress. jacket, with a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses tucked into the collar of the jacket.

"I think our current situation is quite bad. I don't see any vents here. Assuming that the door is no longer open, we are likely to die here due to lack of oxygen in an hour." Black Jacket The man stated the facts he observed in an extremely calm tone. It was rare that someone could maintain as keen an observation as Chu Zihang in this situation.

"I'm afraid this fact will not happen." Someone spoke again, and the eyes of the man in the black jacket and others fell on the only woman in front of the round table.

She was a woman wearing a doctor's white coat, but even the loose gown couldn't cover her fiery figure that would make every director feel lovesick. She wore lipstick and light makeup, and her iconic phoenix eyes caught the light. Because of this, there was a hint of confusion under the squint.

"Why?" Chu Zihang became the third person to speak, and the tone of the question was as calm as a simple casual question.

"What a handsome boy, you must have received a certificate of excellence as a top student in your school, right? I don't know if the handsome boy's face distorted by the fear of death will make him more outstanding than ordinary people." The woman in the white coat stared at After a while, Chu Zihang actually chuckled, which made many people look a little strange.

"Why can you still laugh in this situation?" The fourth person couldn't help but ask. He was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His long and narrow face looked very shrewd, but now it was filled with panic.

He was wearing a perfectly fitting sand-colored corduroy suit, a coffee-studded tie and a blue undershirt. Most people wearing suits can only wear a sales temperament, but in him you will only see a lot of 'successful people' Four words, although I don’t know whether it has a derogatory or a complimentary meaning.

"Wow, the suit is nice, custom-made? Edward Sexton or Tom Ford? It must have cost you a lot of money, right?" The woman in the white coat turned her head and whistled frivolously. Under normal circumstances, she would have been blown away. Whistlers, but now it seems the tables have turned.

"Is now the time to talk about this?" The woman's teasing made the man in the suit on the verge of losing control of his emotions, but even so, he sat still in the chair because everyone had the same hands and feet that were so sharp. Some abnormal wires were tied tightly, and no one dared to bet whether their wrist bones were stronger or the wires were stronger.

"You don't seem to be worried about your situation." Chu Zihang looked at the woman and said.

"Aren't you the same? Handsome brother." The woman stared at Chu Zihang and said with a chuckle.

"Does anyone know what time it is now? Accurate to the date?" Someone spoke again, a big boy sitting on Chu Zihang's left hand side.

He is about the same age as Chu Zihang. He is wearing a uniform from an unknown school. He has neat broken hair and wears a cross pendant in front of his body. Although his appearance is not as good as Chu Zihang's, he can still be considered to be capable. The style that adolescent girls scream for.

"Another handsome guy, sister, am I just lucky?" The woman started laughing again, and even gave the boy and Chu Zihang who were sitting next to each other a wink that made the other men a little commotion. Her Whether his behavior is completely inconsistent with the loose doctor's coat, or whether it is "completely consistent" from a certain perspective. No one knows.

This school uniform Chu Zihang was turning his head to observe the young boy next to him. He seemed to have some impression of the other person's clothes. This should be the uniform of a private high school in the north of the city that is as famous as Shilan Middle School. Then My high school is famous for being on par with Shilan Middle School in terms of tuition fees and academic style. After years of development, it feels like it is second to Shilan Middle School.

"I hope someone can answer my question, so I ask again, does anyone know what time it is now?" The boy in school uniform spoke again, ignoring the woman's teasing and speaking calmly.

"Ah, you are so cold. Sister, I have been in a coma for about eight hours. If my calculations are correct, then the time now should be 1:30 in the afternoon, which is 1:30 in the afternoon on July 16th." The woman in the white coat gently hit her She yawned, and the information she spit out accurately made Chu Zihang take a second look at her.

"July 16th? Does this mean I was in a coma for two days?" someone whispered.

"Kidnapping? Blackmail? If I were a kidnapper, I would definitely not be so stupid as to let all the chickens get together. Don't you think it would be troublesome to fight?" A deep, rough male voice suddenly sounded, interrupting everyone. .

Five eyes were cast on him, and the person who spoke, and was the last one to speak, was a ruthless man with big muscles and a round waist. Even the chair he was sitting on was one size larger than the others. He was wearing a sweat-stained vest, with two bare trousers exposed. His arms were as thick as the thighs of a man in a suit, and every wrinkle on his fleshy face had the word "not to be messed with" written all over it.

"Dare you do something to me? Did Blind Ma or Brother Long do it? No matter who it is, I will make him regret being born. If he does something that is unethical and unethical, his limbs will be chopped off." The man with flowery arms will have his limbs chopped off. He spoke with gritted teeth and seemed quite dissatisfied with his situation. His eyes turned left and right, but his eyes lit up slightly when he saw the woman in the white coat. However, the latter looked away as if she had seen stool. She said "oh" and turned away. Face.

"Wait. You. Are you Jiang Shouyi? The suspect who was only given three years of probation in the second trial of the underground casino murder half a year ago?" The man in the black jacket who spoke first suddenly locked his eyes on the man in the suit with flowery arms, as if he had seen him. He frowned as if it was a big trouble.

"Do you recognize me?" The man with the flowery arm looked up and down at the man in the black jacket.

"The answer is yes or no," the man in the black jacket whispered.

"There are only a few people named Jiang Shouyi, and I am the only one who is famous. Who else could it be but me?" The flower-armed man was not offended by the fact that the other party exposed a series of misdeeds when he opened his mouth. Instead, his expression was full of the feeling of being in a strange environment. The exhilarating feeling of becoming a "celebrity".

"After all, your tattoo is more recognizable than your dog-gnawed face. It's hard not to recognize it." The man in the black jacket stared at the arm of the man with flowery arms. Many fonts can be seen in the complex and lush patterns. Such as "truth", "filial piety", "yi", "righteousness", "virtue", "faith", "plum", etc.

The man in the black jacket stared at the man with the flowery arms, danger written all over his face. If his movements were not restricted, he might have stood up and pounced on him now.

"The note? It's interesting, but Sir, please don't talk nonsense. What kind of society is a gangster? Only those who have been defined as going to the law can be called gangsters. At best, we can be regarded as idle and undesirable members of society. You are labeling me too much. Jiang Shouyi can't eat it." The man with the flowery arm grinned and said with a yellow tooth.

"Are you a policeman?" The man in the suit looked at the man in the black jacket and was stunned. "Why are policemen also kidnapped?"

"This is not a simple kidnapping." The man in the black jacket, who was also the policeman identified at the scene, said calmly.

His gaze swept across everyone in front of the round table, "Can you tell me the last time and place that everyone stayed in your memory before you were kidnapped and passed out? If you don't know the specific length of coma, just tell us the date and time. I need some information to sort out the current situation."