It was Xiao Wu's turn to work night shift again tonight. At this time, there was no one in the office building, no one stayed to work overtime, all the lights were turned off, and only the emergency passage was still lit up with green light.

Xiao Wu took the elevator upstairs, took a flashlight, and walked down the stairs layer by layer.

The flashlight distributed by the property looked grand and thick, with a black stick, and someone believed it was a police baton. But when he touched it, he knew it was plastic. If he used this thing to protect himself, the plastic shell would be broken as soon as he hit someone with a stick.

The light of the flashlight is also very unreasonable. It is dazzling after turning on it, but the light range is extremely poor. After two meters, the light dissipates. The function of this flashlight is more like reminding the person hiding in the darkness to "someone is coming."

Xiao Wu turned on the flashlight, mainly to illuminate the ground in front of his toes. As for the situation in the office areas, he just swayed inside and thought it was done.

The material conditions are poor, and the scope of patrols is wider, and the boss has many trivial requirements, but the empty tables and chairs in this office building are always cuteer than the tombstones in Changshou Garden.

Xiao Wu quickly adapted to this new job.

If he hadn't met Sheng Yao a few days ago, he would have been extremely satisfied with his current job.

When passing by Yu Guangchun and his team, Xiao Wu paused for a moment, and swept the flashlight through the office where the lights were turned off. Suddenly, he remembered that Yu Guangchun and his team had a dinner tonight.

This was what Yu Guangchun told Xiao Wu’s colleague when he entered the office building in the morning.

Xiao Wu was a little envious.

He is a little security guard with a low salary, no benefits, and has to work night shifts, and his hard work is far better than that of programmers who work overtime. But thinking about it again, the treatment of programmers Yu Guangchun and others is far worse than that of programmers who receive options dividends on the Internet. Then again, no matter how far the difference between the two is, it is better than the security guard...

Xiao Wu went downstairs while thinking about it.

He was originally very satisfied with the job, but after meeting Sheng Yao, he resolved the misunderstanding and his mind became active.

Xiao Wu shook the flashlight and arrived at the first floor.

The glass door of the office building is closed, and the street lights outside are covered by the dense leaves of the street trees, and the lights are dim. In addition, dark clouds cover the moon, Xiao Wu can only see the black outline of the flower bed at the door when he sees it from the office building.

He yawned, walked to the front desk, pulled open the chair and sat down. He swept the flashlight and saw two figures outside.

Xiao Wu casually placed the flashlight on the table and shone it at the glass door in front of him.

There were indeed two people at the door. They were armed and swaying, looking at two drunks. They walked to the flower bed, and one of them seemed to have bumped into the flower bed and fell directly to the ground.

Xiao Wu lazily looked at the farce outside and took out his cell phone.

He watched the short videos for a while and looked up at them, but he never saw the fallen person standing up. The man's companion seemed to be urging him, but he had no intention of reaching out to help.

Xiao Wu pinched his cell phone and frowned.

These two drunk men wouldn't vomit at their door, right? Or would they die of drunkenness and be ready to sleep at their door tonight?

Xiao Wu stood up, stuffed his phone into his pocket, grabbed the flashlight, and took out the key. He walked to the glass door, squatted down, and opened the door lock.

The flashlight was clamped under his armpit, and the light shook and shot out the glass door.

Click.

The door lock is opened.

Xiao Wu took the flashlight and opened his mouth while opening his mouth to roar at the two drunks outside, but suddenly froze.

What Xiao Wu saw at this moment was a strange black shadow.

The drunkard fell to the ground was nothing unusual. His companion suddenly expanded, as if he had a special balloon in his hand, and it seemed like he was wearing a life jacket that could inflate it with just one pull, and suddenly a ball swelled out.

The ball was hanging in the air, still expanding, and swaying, gradually approaching the drunkard who fell to the ground.

What the hell is this?!

Xiao Wu's voice seemed to be strangled, and his hand holding the flashlight trembled.

The flashlight shook like a ball, but it could not illuminate the figure ten meters away. But the flashlight seemed to attract the other party's attention. The man turned with the ball in his left hand, as if turning his face towards Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was so scared that his two twitched and wanted to escape, but his legs were sinking to the ground like they were filled with lead.

In an instant, Xiao Wu thought of Changshou Garden, the strange woman in front of the tombstone, and Sheng Yao.

He seemed to have really seen Sheng Yao.

A figure rushed directly from behind to the ball hanging in the air with thunder.

...

In the dark TV room, the projection screen turned back to the old-fashioned imaging tube TV. On the small screen, there was a close-up of Sheng Yao. He followed the two drunkards shaking in front of him without making any footsteps, and maintained a perfect distance, and was never discovered by Liu Yu and Yu Guangchun.

The camera seemed to be pressed against Sheng Yao's ears. As he moved forward, he moved forward steadily.

The camera suddenly stopped and turned the focal length from the two drunk men in front to Sheng Yao's face.

Sweat came out from Sheng Yao's forehead. His expression was nervous, and his originally calm and powerful heartbeat suddenly increased, becoming heavy, echoing in the TV room.

The doctor on the sofa raised his legs, and at this time he exchanged his legs, as if he was not used to changing from a comfortable large sofa to an old sofa with molting skin. His exposed blue eyes flashed in his flash, and his fingers impatiently knocked on the armrest of the sofa.

The nails mumbled.

These noises suddenly disappeared with the sound of heartbeat.

The doctor widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and leaned forward towards the small TV.

In the TV screen, Sheng Yao's pupils contracted and his figure suddenly passed through the camera.

The camera quickly rotated 180 degrees, and then Sheng Yao's back looked like a fast cheetah, pounced on the sarcoma that suddenly appeared.

...

The kicked foot was in the middle of the sarcoma.

Sheng Yao felt a strong countershock force. He leveraged his strength and jumped into the air like a juggling, then turned back to the ground, light and like a feather. The moment he landed, Sheng Yao pounced on him again, this time he waved his fist and hit the sarcoma eyeball.

Sheng Yao only felt his fist hitting a piece of hard glass. The pain made him subconsciously stop.

His gaze met the sarcoma.

The dark green eyes were filled with coldness, hatred, greed and other negative emotions.

In an instant, Sheng Yao fell into an ice cellar.

This is not a human.

This is not even a normal creature.

This is the doctor's treatment...

These three thoughts flashed through Sheng Yao's mind. In the midst of lightning, he punched his feet again, but only beat the sarcoma slightly trembled.

Liu Yu, who was standing in place, seemed to be a statue, turning a blind eye to sarcoma and Sheng Yao. The sarcoma was also like a sandbag, but its eyes and its rotation from time to time proved that it was indeed a living thing.

The sarcoma is like just awakening from sleep, and its consciousness has risen from the depths of the darkness, but its body is still slowly reviving.

You have to stop him quickly! Sheng Yao immediately had this idea.

The flashes in the office building made Sheng Yao look up slightly.

There should be tools such as fire axes in office buildings.

If the fists and feet don't work, then such a powerful tool...

The sarcoma swayed, like a snake shaking its head, observing its prey. It sometimes looked at Yu Guangchun who was drunk on the ground, and sometimes looked at Sheng Yao. It slowly cracked its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth in its body.

Sheng Yao's eyes changed, and he punched the sarcoma in front of him. His body rushed forward at the same time. He used all his strength to directly knock on the sarcoma in front of him. He kept walking, and when he stepped over Yu Guangchun, he bent down and reached out, grabbed Yu Guangchun on the ground, and threw him forward.

The wind came from behind, Sheng Yao turned his heels and his hands were blocking his chest.

Bang!

The sarcoma hit Sheng Yao's chest, and the opened mouth was tightly held by Sheng Yao's hands and could not be opened. The mucus of the same color as the eyeballs fell on Sheng Yao's body.

Sheng Yao raised his eyes. Behind him was Yu Guangchun's humble groan and Xiao Wu's scream. In front of him was a strange and terrifying sarcoma and Liu Yu who stood still.

The flashlight behind him flashed, and Liu Yu's eyes also changed.

His expression was blank, as if he was trapped in a dream and lost his perception of the outside world.

Sheng Yao's heart moved, raised his foot and kicked it away, pushing away the sarcoma in front of him, and another acceleration slippery shovel flew past under the sarcoma that rushed again. He seemed to have a spring in his body, bounced up directly from the ground, and his arms clamped Liu Yu's neck, directly using the standard naked skewed posture in Jiu Jitsu.

At this moment, Sheng Yao himself did not notice that his two ordinary adult arms had expanded more than three times, and he suddenly blocked Liu Yu's neck.

The sarcoma followed Sheng Yao and rotated, but it seemed as if it was stuck in the neck at the same time. It suddenly froze, and the dark green eyes rolled up, and sticky juice overflowed from the cracked mouth.

Sheng Yao couldn't see Liu Yu's expression, but his body was close to Liu Yu's body and his arms were against Liu Yu's neck. Liu Yu's breathing and pulse seemed to be transmitted to him through his skin.

Liu Yu's breathing and pulse were weakening.

The sarcoma lost its motivation first and fell to the ground, hitting its own saliva, and retracted back into Liu Yu's arm bit by bit like a kite that was retracted.

Liu Yu's arm returned to normal, and his whole body collapsed and leaned completely on Sheng Yao's body.

Sheng Yao slowly let go of his hand.

Liu Yu stumbled and lay on the ground.

"Hu...Hu..." Sheng Yao lowered his head and then he started to breathe heavily. He looked at Liu Yu who was unconscious on the ground, his eyes wandering on his left arm, scanning his condition inch by inch.

After watching this for a while, Sheng Yao squatted down, picked up Liu Yu's arm, rolled up his sleeves, and directly looked at his skin.

Liu Yu's skin was clean, not only did he not have traces of the monster, no ulceration or discoloration, nor did he have blood stains or blood scabs when he first met him.

Sheng Yao let go of his hand.

He slowly looked up, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the light in the office building.
To be continued...