Chapter 455

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

With the voice of a man with joy, there was a crisp clinking sound.

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 of banquet, dozens of well-dressed men and women sitting at the table, everyone's face with reserved joy, talking and laughing in twos and threes.

Shen Yinbing some dazed side face, see Secretary Xiao Song, is sitting on his right, left hand holding chin, there closed eyes doze.

At this table, there were several merchants who appeared at the reception last night, none of them were foreigners.

Maybe he saw Xiao Song dozing off, and the voices of those people were very light. After seeing Shen Yinbing raise his head, one of them also raised his cup in his hand and said, "Mr. Shen."

The man's greetings 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 her eyes: "well, I fell asleep?"

Xiao Song poured a cup of boiling water to Shen Yinbing, put it in front of her and said with a smile: "yes, you didn't sleep all night last night. You just sat down and fell asleep. Shen last night, I'm sorry, but there are still a lot of people who have left for a rest

"Oh."

Shen Yinbing took the cup and just handed it to his mouth. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he suddenly hit a smart man: "how about Gao Fei?"

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

There, she met Gao Fei and Liu Xiaolong. 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 woke up, I was in the hall of many people.

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

Seeing that Shen Yinbing's face suddenly turned pale, Xiao Song was scared and quickly helped her arm: "Mr. Shen, what's the matter with you? Is that what's wrong with you?"

Shen Yinbing shook her head, took a deep breath, looked around, and made sure that she was not in that horrible room. There were no frightening eyes and noses on the table, but delicious food. After that, her heart beat violently and calmed down slowly. She asked again, "how about Gao Fei?"

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

"Didn't you see him?"

Shen Yinbing held her head in her hands and asked in a low voice, "well, how did I come here? I clearly remember that I was taken to a room on the 17th floor by the owner of the club this morning. I saw it there. How could I be here? "

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

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

Shen Yinbing's eyes, you ground floating on the huge fear.

She clearly remembers that she was invited to a room on the 17th floor and met the frightening scene. How could she appear here after waking up?

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

How could that be possible?

I remember clearly that I was in that room!

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

Song did not answer, a waiter passing by them, but he was surprised and said, "Hey, this lady, did you say this is the 17th floor?"

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

her words have not been finished. The waiter who looked around and said in a low voice: "madam, maybe what I am 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, do not mention the 17th floor, because in our club there was no 17th floor at all. In other words, when the building began to be built, there was indeed a 17th floor. But later, our boss closed all access to the 17th floor with cement, because all the rooms on the 17th floor contained our old people The horse and his husband's sports car, which he loved a few years ago, have not entered the arena In other words, the 17th floor in the imperial club is a tomb, specially designed for the boss's husband. Anyone who mentions the 17th floor in the clubhouse will be regarded as an unwelcome guest. "It seems that I have said too much. After the waiter finished, she gave a sorry smile to Shen Yinbing, and then left quickly.

What, the 17th floor of the imperial club was originally a tomb dedicated to the remains of a certain dead person?

No one can get in.

This has been the case for three years.

How could this be possible!?

I spent last night in the grave with my eyes open?

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

"Me? I-I'm ok. It's OK. "

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

Xiao Song ran after him: "Mr. Shen, where are you going?"

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

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

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

"Mr. Shen!"

When 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 whispered, "I have to figure out something. Don't say anything more."

After listening to Shen Yinbing, Xiao Song can only 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, to the present so that she felt depressed, even afraid.

She bit her lips and looked at Shen Yinbing without saying a word.

In Xiao Song's impression, the cold and arrogant Mr. Shen is actually very fragile inside. When they went climbing a mountain one summer ago, Mr. Shen was even frightened and cried by a snake passing through the grass.

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

In Xiao Song's opinion, fragile has become the pronoun of general manager Shen.

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

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

When Xiao Song was dreaming, the elevator made a jingle and stopped on the 16th floor.

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

Because of the so-called commercial world cup reception last night, the club cancelled its business from the afternoon of the day before yesterday to this morning. Therefore, the corridor was empty and there was no personal shadow. Only the heels of their high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, making a clear click.

This sound sounds very pleasant, but also with a kind of unspeakable strangeness.

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

When she came to the stairway, Shen Yinbing turned her head and looked at the corridor wall behind her.

Song also followed to see: the wall of more than one person high, painted with a basketball as big as the green number: 16.

After a look, Shen Yinbing, holding the stainless steel handrail, strides up the stairs.

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

There are also two sliding doors at the entrance of the corridor on the 17th floor.

Above these two sliding doors, there are white curtains hanging, so people can't see what it looks like over there.

Xiao Song walked over quickly, reached out and opened the door. He forced a smile and said, "Mr. Shen, the waiter is joking. There is obviously..."

Song's words have not finished, his face suddenly floating on the incredible expression, eyes open big!

Behind the sliding doors, she did not see the corridor, but saw a black painted concrete wall with two large characters in red paint: rest.

Behind the door is a concrete wall.

Staring at the two scarlet letters, Shen Yinbing's mouth twitched violently, stepped forward slowly, raised her hand and knocked on it.

The wall, coming from the thump dull sound, a sound is solid.

Xiao Song looked at the two big characters, and suddenly felt that they were like a pair of eyes. She was looking at her coldly, even with a trace of strange smile. She subconsciously stepped back two steps and murmured, "Mr. Shen and Mr. Shen, there is no way out. Let's go back."

"You wait for me here. I'll come when I go!"

Shen Yinbing stares at the two words, ponders for a moment, then grabs the handrail and rushes to the 18th floor.With modern people's understanding of numbers, the eighth floor and the eighteenth floor of each tall building are listed as the least favorite floor.

The eighth floor means seven up and eight down.

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

Because of this ridiculous reason, many developers in the community sell these two floors at a relatively low price.

Shen Yinbing ran to the 18th floor in a hurry. She just wanted to go to another stairway to see if the entrance and exit 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 alone, but accidentally sprained her foot when she quickly caught up. She squatted down and kneaded her ankle with her hands.

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