Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Factory of Death

For everyone's trust, although Xia Qi has some emotion and achievements in his heart, it is extremely difficult for him to make a choice.

After all, a word he seemed to say casually would completely change the fate of these people, whether they were alive or dead.

Although he had expressed his opinions and proposals before, although he was also the "captain" of this small team before, but at that time, few people would really care about his words, at most he was just regarded as one of many ideas, and when there was really nothing he could do, he tried to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

And his so-called "captain" title is just a title, and the real title should be called the Minister of Logistics.

Not because of the contempt of the crowd for him, but because he really has no strength and no ability.

But since he was able to demonize, this subtle change has gradually begun to happen.

"It's a decision that's easy or not easy to make, and before I make this decision, I just want to ask you, do you want to give up or do you want to continue?"

What Xia Qi said is not wrong, this decision is actually nothing to worry about, because if everyone is determined to solve this incident, then sooner or later they will have to meet the ghost, so it must be sooner rather than later.

If, on the other hand, everyone feels that it is too risky to participate in the resolution of this incident, then they will not have to make any choice and just take the car back to finish.

After all, this is just a private job, and it is not an incident forcibly assigned by the company.

"It's definitely going on, it's already come to this point, how can there be any reason to give up." Liu Yanmin didn't want to say it.

"That's true, but ......"

Zhao Jingshu was a little hesitant, after all, she was the weaker one among everyone, but seeing that Leng Yue and Xia Qi both looked like they wanted to continue. She gritted her teeth and nodded.

Li Qiuping heard it clearly next to him, and thought that Xia Qi felt that what they had to face was too dangerous, and had decided to give up and go back, which also frightened Li Qiuping, and shouted to Xia Qi one after another:

"Mr. Xia, you can't be untrustworthy, you promised me to help me. You can't just go like that......"

"Did we say we're leaving? Just reached an opinion, we are not very familiar with National Highway 202, so you will lead the way. ”

Xia Qi saw that Li Qiuping was a lot older, and he was still crying and screaming, and he also agreed with the sentence in his heart that the older a person gets, the more he regrets his life.

National Highway 202, in an abandoned factory nearby.

It was a former glassware factory that had been abandoned for years, and the rusty doors were covered with broken threads and dusty cobwebs.

In one of the production halls. A thick layer of dust completely obscured the original appearance of the place, and the pieces of broken glass of various sizes were faintly visible on it.

And on the orderly arrangement of several workbenches, it is like a lying corpse, and there are several bloodstained people horizontally.

Some of these people are still surviving, and some have already died of unbearable torture, and have been relieved for a short time after the cruel torture.

Zhang Wei ...... Are you still alive......"

A weak voice sounded in the workshop, and a man with only one finger left in his hands was flipping his body with difficulty on the operating table.

"I want to go home......"

Weak cries. Breaking the dead silence again, the man turned his body in a direction with all his might. I wanted to be more comfortable, but I fell straight off the worktop, making a dusty door.

"That ghost thing seems to be gone, we need to cheer up, it's useless to cry."

The man was already numb to the pain, and he got up from the ground with difficulty. Then he moved in front of the console not far from him.

Because there lies his best friend.

"I want to go home...... I'm so tired......"

"Dawei, you have to cheer up, brother will take you away and take you out of this place."

The man gritted his teeth, trying to get to the console as quickly as possible. But because of the weakness of his body, his feet were weak and he fell directly to the ground.

He was already dizzy, but this fall almost knocked him out, and he slowed down for a while before he got up from the ground again and continued to walk towards the operating table not far away.

It's just that when he actually came to the console, he found the person lying on the console, no, it was just a corpse, to be exact.

A corpse with more than half of its body gnawed away.

His friend had his eyes wide open, and he had collapsed on the console, not knowing how long he had been dead, but the voice was still echoing in the workshop:

"I want to go home...... I'm so tired......"

"Ah......!!!h

The man roared in despair, and began to desperately flee towards the door of the workshop, although he fell down every few quick steps, but every time he would get up strongly, until he could no longer get up, he could only rely on his limbs, lean on his head, and rub forward little by little.

Finally, the man climbed to the door, but the rusty door completely extinguished the little flame of hope he had left. He couldn't slam open the door, he couldn't push it open, he could only roar weakly at the emotionless piece of metal.

He hated the world, hated everyone in this world, hated the that caught them here, and he hated his weakness and uselessness even more.

"Hey!"

An old man's sigh suddenly resounded in the dead silence of the workshop.

The man's struggle stopped, and a pair of bloodshot eyes began to search desperately in the workshop.

"Giggle ......"

He didn't find the source of the sigh, but he heard a string of baby-like laughter.

"Horn."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and at the same time, the door against which he was leaning suddenly opened a gap. The man raised his head and looked, and suddenly there was a little fire of hope in his heart, but before he could crawl towards the door, he saw a gray baby, crawling in through the crack.

And what was incompatible with the small body was a very old face growing on its head!

"Giggle ......"

Seeing the desperation on the man's face, a strange smile appeared on the baby's wrinkled old face.

"Giggle ......"

After a while, the workshop returned to its previous dead silence, except that on the ground near the door, there was an additional corpse with only half of the head left.

At 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, two cars slowly stopped outside the abandoned factory shrouded in the haze of death.

After the car door opened, Xia Qi and the others walked out of the car one after another, all looking at the factory in front of them with solemn eyes.

"Near National Highway 202, only this factory is abandoned, and it should be here."

Li Qiuping pointed to the rusty door in front of him, and said to Xia Qi and the others with a trembling voice. (To be continued.) )