Chapter 456

"Ha ha, Mr. Zhang, I hope we can cooperate happily."

With a joyful man's voice, there was a clear clink.

Shen Yinbing slowly opened her eyes. The first thing that came into her eyes was a bright hall.

In the hall, there are seven or eight tables. Dozens of well-dressed men and women are sitting in front of the table. Everyone's face is full of reserved joy, talking and laughing in twos and threes.

Shen Yinbing has some blank side face, see Secretary Xiao Song, is sitting on his right side, left hand holding chin, close eyes and doze there.

Next to this table are several merchants who appeared at the reception last night, not a foreigner.

Maybe I saw that Xiao Song was dozing, and the voices of those people were very light. When Shen Yinbing looked up, one of them also raised his cup and said, "President Shen."

The man's greeting awakened Xiao Song.

"Ah, Mr. Shen, you wake up."

Xiao Song raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and he was embarrassed to smile.

Shen Yinbing rubbed his eyes: "well, I, I fell asleep?"

Xiao Song poured a cup of boiled water for Shen Yinbing, put it in front of her and said with a smile, "yes, you didn't sleep last night. You just sat down and fell asleep soon. But Mr. Shen, don't feel embarrassed. Many people are just like you. After all, we didn't have a good rest last night. Some of them couldn't survive. They left to have a rest ahead of time. "

"Oh."

Shen Yinbing took the cup and just handed it to his mouth. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in his mind, and he hit it smartly: "how can you fly?"

At this moment, she suddenly thought of what happened before she woke up: she was taken to an empty room on the 17th floor by Mrs. white porcelain.

There, she met Gao Fei and Liu Xiaolong. Mrs. white porcelain celebrated the success of their cooperation. She drank a mouthful of snake wine. After Liu Xiaolong knocked over the black porcelain jar, she saw many frightening eyes, nose and ears

Then, all of a sudden, she didn't know anything.

When I wake up, I am in the hall of many people.

Thinking of the strange room, the disgusting red wine, the frightening human organs, even the 17th floor, Shen Yinbing felt that her stomach was contracting rapidly and quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

Seeing that Shen Yinbing's face suddenly turned pale, Xiao Song was startled and quickly held her arm: "Mr. Shen, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shen Yinbing shook his head, took a deep breath, and scanned around to make sure that he was not in the terrible room, and that there were no scary eyes and nose on the table. After the delicious food with all the color and fragrance, his heart slowly calmed down and asked again, "where's Gao Fei?"

Xiao Song replied, "I didn't see him. I only saw Liu Xiaolong, but he just left."

"Didn't you see him?"

Shen Yinbing held his head in both hands and asked in a low voice, "well, how did I come here? I remember being taken to a room on the 17th floor by the club owner this morning, where I saw - how could I be here? "

Xiao Song was surprised and said carefully: "Mr. Shen, are you ok? I don't understand what you said. At seven o'clock in the morning, the owner of the club did invite you to have breakfast. I'll wait below. After you left, dozens of people, oh, the people we saw, were invited to leave. I was invited here after waiting in the hall for less than an hour. When I came, you were asleep on the table. The waiter said, "you may be too tired. You fell asleep soon after you sat down. That's why I came to take care of you."

"You, when you came here, I fell asleep, lying on the table?"

In Shen Yinbing's eyes, there was a huge fear.

She clearly remembers that she was invited to a room on the 17th floor and met the frightening scene. How did she wake up and show up here?

Xiao Song nodded blankly: "yes, when I came here, you fell asleep."

How is that possible?

I remember that I was in that room!

Shen Yinbing shook his head and asked, "is this the 17th floor?"

Before Xiao Song answered, a waiter who passed by them was surprised and said, "well, this lady, did you just say that this is the 17th floor?"

Shen Yinbing turned around and looked at the waiter: "I don't know --"

Before she had finished, the waiter, who looked around, bent down and whispered, "this lady, maybe what I'm going to say will make you feel uncomfortable, but I still want to say it to you."

Shen Yinbing nodded: "you say."

The waiter's voice was even lower: "in the imperial club, never mention the 17th floor, because there was no 17th floor at all in our club. In other words, when the building was just built, there was a 17th floor, but later our boss closed all the access to the 17th floor with cement, because all the rooms on the 17th floor were closed, All of them contain our boss's dead husband and relics, including his favorite sports car and some Arabian horses, but no one can get in. It has been three years... Let's say, the 17th floor is a tomb in the imperial chamber, which is specially made for the boss's husband. Anyone who mentions the 17th floor of the club will be regarded as an unwelcome guest. "

It seems that he said too much. After the waiter finished, he apologized to Shen Yinbing and left quickly.

What, the 17th floor of the imperial club was originally a tomb specially for holding the remains of a dead person?

No one can get in.

This has been the case for three years.

How can it be!?

Shen Yinbing's eyes were wide open with wordless fear: did I spend last night in the grave?

Seeing that Shen Yinbing's face was pale and her eyes were full of fear, Xiao Song was very afraid. He quickly grabbed her left hand and said softly, "Mr. Shen, are you ok?"

"Me? I, I'm fine, I'm fine. "

Shen Yinbing got up from his chair and walked quickly to the elevator.

Xiao Song rushed to catch up: "Mr. Shen, where are you going?"

"How could there be no seventeen floors? I went there last night. I saw that there were 17 layers of words on the corridor wall. How could there be no such words? "

Shen Yinbing, regardless of song, walked into the elevator quickly. When she pointed to the elevator button, she was stunned: there was no number "17" on it.

But she clearly remembers that the man in black suit who asked her to go to the 17th floor last night pressed 17, but now there is no more.

"Mr. Shen!"

Just as Shen Yinbing stares at those buttons in a daze, Xiao Song rushes into the elevator in time.

Without looking at song, she quickly pressed the "16" button and said in a low voice, "I have to figure out something. Don't say anything more."

After hearing what Shen Yinbing said, Xiao Song had to shut up.

Jingle, the elevator door slowly closed, cut off the noise outside.

Xiao Song has to take the elevator countless times every day, but never once, which makes her feel depressed or even scared.

That kind of invisible, untouchable but real fear made her nibble her lips and look at Shen Yinbing without saying a word.

In Song's impression, Shen Zong, who looks cold and arrogant, is actually very fragile. When they went to climb the mountain a year ago in the summer, Shen Zong was even frightened and cried by a snake passing through the grass.

Especially after the death of chairman Su, Shen Yinbing often cried alone.

Fragile, in the view of Xiao Song, has become the pronoun of general manager Shen.

But now, when the club waiter told her that the 17th floor was just a tomb without access, President Shen insisted on looking for the 17th floor.

What did Mr. Shen see in the hour when he left last night?

Just when Xiao Song was daydreaming, the elevator made a jingle and stopped on the 16th floor.

When the elevator door slowly opened, Xiao Song saw president Shen take a deep breath, and then quickly walked out, she quickly followed.

Because of the so-called business world cup reception last night, the club cancelled its business from the afternoon before yesterday to this morning, so the corridor was empty, and there was no one in it. Only their high heels were on the ground, making a clear sound.

It sounds very pleasant, but it has an unspeakable strangeness.

After getting out of the elevator, Shen Yinbing turns right and goes to the safe passage (that is, the stairs).

When he came to the stairway, Shen Yinbing turned and looked at the corridor wall behind him.

Xiao Song also followed: the place where the wall is one person high is painted with a green number as big as a basketball: 16.

At a glance, Shen Yinbing holds the stainless steel handrail and walks up the stairs quickly.

Soon, they passed the corner and came to the corridor on the 17th floor.

As Xiao Song had seen, there were two sliding doors at the entrance of the corridor on the 17th floor.

These two sliding doors are hung with white curtains, so that people can't see what it looks like over there.

When Xiao Song quickly walked over and opened the door, he forced a smile and said, "Mr. Shen, the waiter is joking. There is..."

Before Xiao Song's words were finished, an incredible expression suddenly appeared on his face, and his eyes were wide open!

Behind the two sliding doors, she didn't see the corridor. Instead, she saw a black painted concrete wall with two big characters painted in red: rest.

Behind the door is a concrete wall.

Staring at the two scarlet letter, the corners of Shen Yinbing's mouth twitched violently, stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and knocked on it.

On the wall, there is a dull sound, which is solid.

Looking at the two characters, Xiao song suddenly felt that they were like a pair of eyes, looking at her coldly, even with a strange smile, which made her subconsciously step back two steps, murmuring: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, there is no way out, we'd better go back."

"You wait for me here, and I'll come as soon as I go!"

Shen Yinbing stares at the words, ponders for a moment, then grabs the handrail and rushes to the 18th floor.

With modern people's understanding of numbers, the eighth and eighteenth floors of each high-rise building are listed as the least favorite floors.

The eighth floor means seven up and eight down.

18th floor, better understand, 18th floor hell.

It is because of this ridiculous reason that many developers in the community sell these two floors at relatively lower prices.

Shen Yinbing ran up the 18th floor in a hurry, just wanted to go to another stairway to see if the entrance of the corridor on the 17th floor was blocked.

"Mr. Shen, wait for me - ouch."

Xiao Song can't rest assured that Shen Yinbing ran up by herself. When she ran up, she sprained her foot. She squatted down and rubbed her ankle with her hand.