After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 270 Factory 2nd Floor

Ming Nanjin walked towards the black shadow in the corner. Without a doubt, the black shadow was a corpse. However, Ming Nanjin wanted to know what had happened in this factory.

Ming Nanjin leaned forward slightly and carefully examined the body. Jiang Shiwen stood aside, his face becoming more serious, his eyes revealing solemnity and contemplation.

Yan Zeyu was so frightened that his face turned pale, his body trembling slightly, and he stammered, "Whose is this?"

Ming Nanjin did not answer, but continued to examine every detail of the corpse attentively.

His fingers gently touched the clothes and skin of the corpse, judging the time and cause of death. After some examination, he determined that the body had been dead for less than two months.

Judging from the posture of the body and the marks around it, he was thrown in from behind.

Ming Nanjin stood up and slowly scanned the ground with his eyes. He found that in addition to their footprints, there were also footprints of a fourth person.

This discovery made the atmosphere even more tense.

The three of them were full of doubts. Who threw the body here?

What is the purpose of this mysterious fourth person?

Ming Nanjin's eyes became sharper. He knew that they had been involved in an incident full of mystery.

To solve this mystery, we must continue to investigate further following these clues.

Jiang Shiwen also realized the seriousness of the matter. He tightly gripped the weapon at his waist and looked around vigilantly.

Although Yan Zeyu was frightened in his heart, he suppressed his fear and followed behind the two of them, not daring to relax at all.

The stench and eerie atmosphere in the room seemed to be even stronger, and the furniture entangled with cobwebs seemed to be telling unknown stories.

After Ming Nanjin finished examining the body, he slowly stood up. His face was grim, emitting a chilling aura like frost.

There was a sharp light flashing in those deep eyes, as if it could penetrate all the fog.

He said coldly to the two people behind him: "There are still bodies in here."

When Jiang Shiwen and Yan Zeyu heard this, their eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief. Countless questions surged in their minds, how could this be possible?

In this seemingly ordinary yet eerie dormitory, there is already a terrifying corpse. How could there be more?

Jiang Shiwen's brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing deep doubt and uneasiness. Yan Zeyu was so scared that his lips trembled slightly and his face turned even paler.

Ming Nanjin ignored their shock, stood up decisively, turned around and left the room filled with stench and gloomy atmosphere.

His steps were firm and steady, as if he had a plan in mind. He walked straight to the second floor of the factory, the shaky staircase that looked like it was about to collapse.

The stairs looked particularly shabby in the dim light, and some of the wooden boards were loose, as if they would break at any time.

With every step they took, the stairs made a heart-wrenching creaking sound, as if warning them not to get close.

Jiang Shiwen and Yan Zeyu looked at Ming Nanjin's departing back. Although they were filled with fear, they knew they couldn't stay alone.

They hurriedly followed Ming Nanjin's footsteps and carefully stepped onto the shaky stairs.

Jiang Shiwen held the railing, feeling the rough and rotten wood, and his heart was full of vigilance.

Yan Zeyu followed Jiang Shiwen closely, glancing around from time to time, fearing that something terrible would suddenly appear.

As they walked, the creaking sound of the stairs echoed in the silent factory like a terrifying melody.

Their heartbeats became more rapid, and a tense atmosphere enveloped them. With every step they took, they could feel the breath of death permeating around them.

But they also know that only by facing it all bravely can they find the truth and solve this mysterious mystery.

Finally, they reached the second floor.

The second floor was even more dilapidated, with cracks all over the walls and the window glass broken long ago. The wind blew through, making a humming sound, like the cry of a ghost.

Ming Nanjin stood there, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

He knew that there were more secrets hidden here, and he had to uncover them and find the answers.

Jiang Shiwen and Yan Zeyu stood behind him, nervously waiting for his next move.

Ming Nanjin stood quietly in the corridor on the second floor, her eyes slowly scanning everything around her.

Completely different from the scene downstairs, the floor here is made of cement and is covered with mottled colors. Those colors are intertwined together like an abstract painting, making it difficult to distinguish the original color of the floor.

The traces of time are particularly clear here, as if every mottled mark is telling a story of the past.

Ming Nanjin narrowed his eyes slightly and thought secretly in his heart.

One thing he was sure of was that this was the core area of ​​a factory, which was also the main place of the factory.

A trace of doubt suddenly flashed across Yan Zeyu's eyes, and then as if he had discovered some important secret, he said to Ming Nanjin: "Jin, is this a factory?"

Ming Nanjin nodded slightly, without saying anything more, and continued to walk forward steadily.

He always had a strange feeling in his heart, as if this place was familiar, but the memory seemed to be from a long time ago, so distant and vague.

"It seems that his brain has not been frightened yet, and he still knows that this is a factory."

Jiang Shiwen's voice came slowly from behind Yan Zeyu.

Indeed, because of his extreme fear, Yan Zeyu forced Jiang Shiwen to walk behind him, while he himself followed Ming Nanjin closely in front. Only in this way could he gain a little pitiful sense of security.

"Stop talking, walk properly, and stop stepping on my heels, thank you. You've turned my sneakers into slippers."

Yan Zeyu turned around and smiled at Jiang Shiwen, but the smile was extremely forced, with the corners of his mouth just slightly raised, and the three words "cnm" seemed to be written all over his face.

At this moment, they had unknowingly gradually approached the mysterious gate.

The three of them slowly walked to the door, and suddenly an eerie breath hit them in the face. That breath seemed like a cold wind blowing from the underworld, making people shudder.

The rust and scratches on the gate are like ancient totems, as if telling stories from the past, making people imagine what kind of intense scenes have taken place here.

The rust seems to be the accumulation of time, and the scratches seem to be the marks of fierce conflict. The two are intertwined together to form a picture full of mystery and danger.

Ming Nanjin slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the surface of the door, feeling its cold texture.

His fingers seemed to be talking to history, trying to read the secrets of the past from the cold touch.

"Jin, do you like this kind of door?" Yan Zeyu looked at Ming Nanjin touching the rust on the door and asked curiously.