, That is definitely an illusion.

Xu Beijin turned his attention to this nightmare.

He looked at the little girl, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Maybe you can try to bring this little girl below the 9th floor."

Ringo blinked, and then said, "Fighting with poison?"

Xu Beijin: "..."

...If you really think so...

"...Well, almost."

Xu Bei said helplessly.

Ringo tilted his head: "You don't like me saying that?"

Xu Beijin corrected his statement: "I just don't think this statement is in line with the actual situation, but it is indeed a vivid metaphor..."

Ringo said briskly, "You don't like me." He looked at Xu Beijin with a particularly sincere gaze, "You are amazing, I didn't think of this way at all."

Xu Beijin: "..."

...Go away! Are you Ringo? ! Are you too weird? Return that real Ringo back! !

Xu Bei looked at Ringo as if he was watching a monster.

Ringo also looked at him in confusion.

The little girl looked at them two, blinking, slightly curious.

Just when the two of them stared at each other, the taskers finally rushed from the top floor to the 16th floor.

Along the way, they also found the 31st floor where the little girl was originally located, and the 20th floor where the photo was, but found nothing.

At this time, Wu Jian took the initiative to propose a possibility: "Maybe the boss has found the little girl and went to the 16th floor?"

"It's possible." The man in the suit nodded, and then asked a little strangely, "Why are you so sure that he went to the 16th floor?"

Unexpectedly: "..."

He chuckled and wondered, haven't you heard the rumors on the bottom of the narrow building? The big brother's sweetheart is on the 16th floor...

However, he thought again, even if the man in a suit knew the rumor, he probably didn't even know that the bookstore owner in the rumor was on the 16th floor.

Wu Jian didn't intend to gossip about the big guy behind his back. He was more of the strength of Ringo, so even if he had more brains, he didn't break Ringo. He just tried to explain the big guy's acting style: "Big Ringo is more straightforward.

"So, if he finds the little girl, he might go straight to the 16th floor and find the woman who claims to be the little girl's mother. If it were me, then I would do the same."

The man in the suit nodded: "Yes, it does make sense." He said thoughtfully, "However, if he really took the little girl to find the woman, but now the nightmare is not over, then... …What's the problem?"

Fei whispered, "No matter what, let's go to the 16th floor and take a look."

She thought, maybe, she still has something...want to talk to the bookstore owner.

This mysterious bookstore owner, a resident of the narrow building with a huge reputation at the bottom of the narrow building, his nightmare that has never been opened to the outside world... Does he hide any great secrets?

After Fei realized the problem with the residents of the narrow building, she even more wanted to have a conversation with Xu Beijin.

Regarding...about, "playing" this matter. About her guess.

So, the taskers came to the 16th floor.

Originally, Ringo had already planned to take the little girl down to the 9th floor, but as a result of this group of taskers swarming, he could only stop.

He probably repeated what the woman said just now, and the taskers suddenly realized what had happened in this nightmare.

The man in the suit stared at the little girl for a while, and then muttered to himself: "It seems that only by taking this little girl around the building can we collect the most complete information."

Fei nodded, glanced at the boy, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you take her to the 9th floor below..."

Speaking of this, Lin Cao said in a kind of honourable tone: "Beijing also asked me to take her down to the 9th floor."

North End?

Those who knew Xu Beijin existed, looked at Xu Beijin with a surprised look; those who didn't know, noticed the reactions of other people, and looked at Xu Beijin blankly.

Xu Beijin: "..."

He thought blankly, it turned out that this was the scene of the death of the society.