So the other party must be a human being, a living human being.

In this kind of place, people are scarier than ghosts.

If Wang Bin is still alive, the result of calling the police is probably that the other party will jump over the wall and kill Wang Bin first.

Because Wang Bin may have seen the opponent's face during the fight.

What secrets does this printing house hide?

Blood paper man, living person.

Is there anyone still willing to walk with ghosts?

In fact, if possible, Zhang Yi didn't want to get involved in this troublesome matter. He could have asked Linlin to call the police and left.

But if Wang Bin dies here, he will be passively involved in a murder case. If things get serious, he will not be able to survive alone.

After all, this is a live broadcast with a large number of viewers. Once the Internet becomes fermented, it will not be of any benefit to you and may even affect your business.

Looking at the traces of being dragged out on the ground, Zhang Yi walked all the way to the end and stopped in front of the door of a small house.

The door to the house had fallen to the ground.

Various rules and regulations are hung on the wall, as well as work forms and photos of appearance and style, like a security room.

"Where are the people?"

The room was not big, but Zhang Yi did not see Wang Bin.

"Is there any secret door?"

Zhang Yi searched carefully, groping with his palms on the wall, but did not find the so-called secret door, but the photo frame on the wall attracted him.

The photo in the frame was taken in front of the printing factory door, with four men in work clothes standing on it.

One of the men was holding a crutch and was picked up by three other men, grinning and taking this photo.

What attracted me was the obviously wiped dust on this photo.

Many things in the room have been covered with a thick layer of dust, but this photo has been wiped.

Zhang Yi took the photo down from the wall.

Turning it over, I saw four people's names on it, as well as the date the photo was taken.

Yang Dongliang, Qi Fengchun, Lu Taihua, Feng Guobin,

April 5, 1993.

The name corresponds to the station on the photo, making it easy to tell whose name it is.

He turned the picture frame over and prepared to hang it on the wall again.

The moment the photo was turned over, Zhang Yi looked through the reflection of the photo frame glass and saw a blood-red shadow standing quietly at the door.

The blood-stained hammer has been raised above his head and is about to hit his head...
Chapter completed!