"Did Gangzi become a monster, or was Gangzi a monster to begin with?"

This question fills Zhang Tong's mind, and it is also the answer that Zhang Tong wants to know most urgently now.

These two possibilities will fundamentally guide Zhang Tong's thinking in two completely different directions.

"Damn it!"

"We know too little information to make a judgment at all!"

Zhang Tong's face looked very ugly. The current situation was too passive.

He even suspected that Secretary Ma had planned all of this to get them all to go to the warehouse!

"The strength is still not enough. Even if I am Sequence Eight, I still have enough strength to escape from here!"

When he thought of the extraordinary power he had mastered as an apprentice, Zhang Tong shook his head helplessly.

With extraordinary power like magic, Zhang Tong felt that he could defeat ten of them if he could fool ordinary people.

But facing a monster with its own set of rules, Zhang Tong felt very unsure.

After taking a look at Mr. Wu who was still keeping calm, Zhang Tong took the initiative to ask in order to get more information:

"Mr. Wu, have you noticed anything wrong with Gangzi and Secretary Ma in the past two days?"

After hearing this, Mr. Wu shook his head and said with some uncertainty:

"I don't know about Gangzi. After all, I don't care much about security."

"Secretary Ma...there seems to be nothing wrong, but she keeps saying she is thirsty recently."

Thirsty?

Zhang Tong's brows furrowed slightly, and he wasn't sure whether there was something wrong with the calculation.

However, he continued to ask Mr. Wu:

"Approximately when did it happen? Apart from thirst, were there any other abnormal symptoms?"

This time Mr. Wu did not answer Zhang Tong directly, but carefully thought about the changes, and finally shook his head with regret:

"Also... I saw Secretary Ma, who has always been afraid of Dahei, playing with Dahei for a while yesterday?"

"What's wrong, are these things important?"

Dahei?

That big black dog raised in the factory?

Thinking of the vicious black dog, Zhang Tong blinked, and then he said without hesitation:

"It's very important, it's a matter of our life and death."

When Mr. Wu heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly and his body trembled slightly.

She looked at Zhang Tong's simple dress without any trace, and seemed to be making some kind of decision in her heart.

After a while, Mr. Wu lowered his voice and said in a mosquito-like voice that only the two of them could hear:

"If you can take me and Wende out of here, I can give you one million!"

One million?

Zhang Tong's heart moved, and then he shook his head.

Facing the unknown monster, even he himself was not sure whether he could leave here safely.

Faced with the temptation of one million, Zhang Tong glanced at Mr. Wu with a calm expression:

"Let's talk about it later."

After saying that, Zhang Tong ignored Mr. Wu and looked around carefully.

His pupils had turned blood red at some point.

The yin and yang eyes quietly opened, and seeing the world become decayed and dilapidated with his own eyes, Zhang Tong felt a little more secure in his heart.

…

The workshop is getting darker and darker.

The beams of light were like moths flying into the flame, feebly stirring in the darkness, only to be swallowed up by the darkness in an instant.

Viewed from a high altitude, people shrouded in light are walking through the silent production line.

The buzzing sound echoed in the workshop, and the flashing lights became blurry, like hazy monster eyes.

Everyone is nervous, afraid that something bad will appear in the darkness.

To everyone's surprise, Workshop No. 1, which is mainly used to process raw materials, was passed by them smoothly.

I didn’t see Secretary Ma, and I didn’t encounter the weirdness I imagined!

It seems that there is no real danger in Workshop No. 1 except that it is a little dark.

However, everyone did not relax because of this, but became more vigilant and careful.

Because when they entered Workshop No. 2, they felt the coldness of Workshop No. 2 at the first moment.

It was a coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, moist and greasy.

As soon as he entered such an environment, Zhang Tong had the illusion that his entire body was covered in cold liquid.

Zhang Tong tightened his coat and looked at Workshop No. 2 with his yin and yang eyes.

The No. 2 workshop was still shrouded in thick darkness, and even the yin and yang eyes could not see anything useful.

"Is it more dangerous here?"

Zhang Tong muttered. The change in the environment made him feel the same as those ordinary people.

"Be careful, there may be something wrong in Workshop No. 2."

Zhang Tong reminded Mr. Wu next to him in a low voice, and held the explosion-proof flashlight harder with his palm.

According to the workshop layout of Tongqu Toys Factory, Workshop 2 and Workshop 3 are the main production workshops.

Among the four workshops, Workshop No. 1 is mainly responsible for the processing of raw materials and preliminary shaping of toys, mainly using machinery and supplemented by manpower.

Workshop No. 2 involves a large number of manual assembly steps. On different production lines, workers mass-produce different toys in an assembly line manner.

Here, there are a lot fewer machines than in Workshop No. 1. Even if there are machines, they are just machines that assist human work.

As for Workshop No. 3, the responsibilities actually overlap with those of Workshop No. 2.

It's just that the main categories of production in Workshop No. 3 are toys involving electronics, such as racing cars, robots, etc.

Correspondingly, Workshop No. 3 also has its own laboratory and quality inspection studio belonging to Tongqu Toy Factory, with salt spray testing and other equipment.

The scale of the remaining No. 4 workshop is far smaller than the others.

Because the production line extends here, the only process left is packaging.

Workshop No. 4 is not so much a production workshop as it is a packaging workshop.

After the products are packaged here, they will be uniformly transported to the final finished product warehouse, waiting for the agent to pick up the goods and take them away.

The destination of Zhang Tong and the others is the finished product warehouse at the end of the factory!

With muscles all over his body tense, Zhang Tong walked carefully at the front of the team, his mental energy like a budding lotus, wrapping his whole body in it.

It's really weird here, whether it's the air or anything else.

At this moment, the creaking sound of the door opening came from the end of Workshop No. 1, breaking the peace of Workshop No. 2.

The door is open...?

With fear and hope, almost everyone instinctively looked towards Workshop No. 1.

But the entire No. 1 workshop has long been shrouded in darkness, and they can't see anything.

Staring at the end of Workshop No. 1, no one knew who opened the door.

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

In a strange atmosphere, crisp footsteps sounded at the end of Workshop No. 1.

That's the sound that only high heels can make!

Is it Secretary Ma?

Such a doubt arose in Zhang Tong's heart.

And the next moment...the footsteps suddenly became more rapid!
Chapter completed!