"Ahhhhh!!!"

Screams filled with despair and fear broke the silence of the workshop.

The sudden scream startled many people, causing them to subconsciously use their flashlights to find the source of the sound.

Beams of light swept across the workshop irregularly, filling the entire workshop with strange and rapidly changing shadows.

In the end, all the light source fists gathered on Zhao Wende, and everyone saw Zhao Wende at this moment for the first time.

On the green workshop floor, Zhao Wende was rolling and crawling in the direction behind him.

While screaming, Zhao Wende kept waving his arms in front of him, as if he could block something.

The flashlight that originally belonged to Zhao Wende was rolling on the ground, and the thick beam of light slowly swept across most of the workshop.

With the light source rolling on the ground, Zhang Tong's sight quickly swept across the entire No. 1 workshop.

Except for the huge shadow that keeps growing and changing, the workshop is still empty.

"Wende, what's wrong with you!"

Then a scream sounded. When Mr. Wu saw this scene, he threw the flashlight in his hand and ran towards Zhao Wende with pale face.

The heel of her high-heeled shoes collided with the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed in the workshop.

Almost kneeling down on the ground, Mr. Wu held Zhao Wende in his arms at a loss, patted his back with one hand, and kept comforting him:

"Don't be afraid, Wen De. Auntie is here, don't be afraid!"

Being held in Mr. Wu's arms, Zhao Wende was trembling all over and said in an almost crying tone:

"Auntie! There are ghosts... there are ghosts... there are ghosts!"

"Secretary Ma, she is a ghost!"

The hysterical shouting was filled with fear. Zhao Wende seemed to be scared out of his mind, and all the employees gathered around him.

Seeing Zhao Wende's face distorted by fear, Mr. Wu seemed at a loss.

Then, as if she thought of something, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhang Tong, who was closest to Zhao Wende before, and asked in an almost pleading tone:

"What happened? Why did Wende suddenly become like this?"

After taking a look at Mr. Wu who was in a mess, Zhang Tong looked at Brother Biao who was lying on the ground and did not answer her question directly:

"I think Brother Biao should know more."

"Of course... the premise is that Brother Biao is still alive."

"Biaozi?" After Zhang Tong reminded him, Mr. Wu remembered that Biaozi was always there for him, but he didn't seem to hear his familiar voice.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of Zhang Tong's gaze, he saw that in the faint darkness, Brother Biao's body was limp on the ground, motionless like a dead corpse!

Such a scene shocked everyone, and Mr. Wu even turned pale!

Why is Brother Biao lying on the ground?

What did the security guard say just now? The premise is that Brother Biao is still alive now? Rarely... Brother Biao may also be dead?!

Subconscious guessing caused a faint fear to spread, and many people began to look at Brother Biao with fear.

What on earth... happened?

"Gangzi, go and see what's wrong with Biaozi?"

I don’t know when cold sweat appeared on Mr. Wu’s forehead.

The fear forced her to take a few deep breaths to calm down her emotions, and spoke to a security guard in his thirties in a calm tone.

After hearing Mr. Wu's order, the male security guard who called Gangzi took a deep breath, shook the explosion-proof flashlight in his hand, nodded and walked in the direction of Brother Biao.

Everyone, including Zhang Tong, looked at Gangzi's back nervously!

No one knows what will happen next, it may be a false alarm, or it may be terror!

After Gangzi approached Brother Biao cautiously, he slowly squatted down and tested Brother Biao's breathing with his fingers.

Then he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxed a lot, and even the explosion-proof flashlight was placed on the ground.

Turning around and making a gesture, Gangzi said to everyone in a relieved voice:

"Brother Biao is fine, he just fainted!"

After reporting the situation, Gangzi held up Brother Biao's head with one hand and began to squeeze Brother Biao's philtrum with his other hand.

The employees of the toy factory were obviously relieved when they heard that no one was dead. Everyone, including Mr. Wu, gathered around Brother Biao.

They desperately hoped that Brother Biao would wake up and tell them what happened.

Under the nervous gazes of everyone, Brother Biao faintly woke up after being pressed hard by Gangzi. As soon as he woke up, Brother Biao's fierce face suddenly became distorted:

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Please...let me go!"

In fear, Brother Biao was like an ostrich, huddled there and shivering.

Brother Biao's performance made the atmosphere tense again!

"Biaozi! Biaozi!"

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Mr. Wu was also very nervous, with a bit of timidity on her face, but she still kept calling Brother Biao.

Hearing Mr. Wu's voice, Brother Biao stopped waving his arms and carefully exposed his head, which was originally hidden within the protection of his arms.

After seeing everyone surrounding him, Brother Biao seemed to have returned to his senses. His body went limp and he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed clearly in everyone's ears in the increasingly dim workshop.

"Brother Biao, are you okay?"

Seeing that Brother Biao was not in the right state, Gangzi quickly helped Brother Biao up and asked with concern.

Brother Biao, who was supported by Gangzi, was lying limply and seemed unable to exert any strength.

He looked at everyone around him in horror, the horror on his face undisguised: "Ghost! There is a ghost! Secretary Ma is a ghost!"

"Auntie, Brother Biao is right. Secretary Ma is really a ghost. Let's get out of here quickly!"

As soon as Brother Biao finished speaking, Zhao Wende looked at Mr. Wu in horror.

Brother Biao and Zhao Wende seemed to be completely enveloped in fear, and fear... is contagious.

Brother Biao's weird performance made everyone feel that the air seemed to be getting colder.

"Brother Biao, what's going on?"

"What did you see?"

"Where's Secretary Ma?"

Shrouded in fear, even with Mr. Wu present, many people couldn't help themselves and began to ask about the situation.

In the midst of the panic, Zhang Tong remained silent, carefully looking at every detail around him.

Unlike others who were still in the dark, Zhang Tong was 100% sure at this moment that there was something wrong with this workshop!

"But what's the problem?"

With his eyes flickering, Zhang Tong shook his head. He had too little information.

It can be said that apart from Secretary Ma's weird look, he may not even know as much as Biao Ge.

Thinking of Brother Biao, Zhang Tong withdrew his gaze from observing the surroundings and looked towards Brother Biao.

"Um?"

Just as he shifted his gaze, Zhang Tong saw Gangzi seeming to be rubbing his fingers constantly. This made him a little curious, and he couldn't help but ask abruptly:

"Brother Gang, what's wrong with your fingers?"

Hearing this, Brother Gang raised his hand and showed his thumb to Zhang Tong, and said nonchalantly:

"Nothing's wrong, I just feel a little numb in my thumb. I guess I used too much force when I pressed Brother Biao's philtrum just now."

Hearing this, Zhang Tong nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at Brother Biao, who was obviously weak and weak:

"Brother Biao, can't you stand up now?"

When Brother Biao heard this, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face, and he said in a weak voice:

"I can't stand up, I don't have any strength in my body."

"It's so scary! Zhang Tong, you saw it all, right? Tell everyone quickly, Secretary Ma is really a ghost!"

As soon as Brother Biao finished speaking, Zhang Tong immediately felt that almost everyone was looking at him.

After taking a look at his colleagues who had obviously frightened expressions on their faces under the dim light, Zhang Tong nodded slightly and said in a calm tone:

"If monsters beyond the scope of human imagination are ghosts as you define them..."

"Then Secretary Ma is really a ghost!"

Before these colleagues could react, Zhang Tong continued to use a calm voice to describe what he had just witnessed:
To be continued...