In the pitch-black workshop, it's impossible to see your hand!
Zhang Yupeng stood at the duty room door, wearing a headlamp, holding a submachine gun, facing the dark workshop!
The beam of light searches the distance, yet he still can't see!
Because he was too scared!
His body couldn't stop shaking, his tears couldn't stop flowing, his vision was completely blurred by tears.
He heard the ghostly figures swishing around the workshop, heard their brazen giggles!
He trembled as he groped for the safety on the gun, though he didn't know which was the safety, he fumbled around, flipping whatever he could find!
Aim the gun at the distant sound of giggling and pull the heavy trigger!
Click!
Bang bang bang bang...
The gun spewed fire, bullets poured out!
The gunshots were deafening, echoing throughout the workshop!
But when he released the trigger and the gunfire stopped, the workshop resounded with even louder mocking laughter.
"Hee hee hee!"
"Ha ha ha!"
"Hee hee hee hee!"
