Nightmare Attack

"You also think the finishing touch is a big hole, right?" Du Moyu thought subconsciously.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It's nothing to do with the finishing touch. Didn't you pay attention to what Shi Gengren said just now? He only mentioned using red paint to paint the nails of the female paper figurines. Did he mention what to use to paint the eyes of the male paper figurines?"

Du Moyu has a good memory, and after recalling it, he admitted: "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."

In this kind of quest, NPCs will not make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that they can't add the finishing touch to the paper man.

"So... so we can only choose... to paint the female paper figurine's nails." Because of his occupation, Du Moyu's brain-filling ability is comparable to Fatty's. In the dark room, he made up his own mind. The scene of crouching down and carefully painting the female paper figurine with bright red nails.

There were all kinds of paper figurines around, and then inadvertently looked up, the female paper figurine was tilting her neck, looking at him affectionately... Slot, this picture is really exciting!

Du Moyu has never painted his girlfriend's nail polish.

As if thinking of something, Du Moyu said quickly: "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that the feet of the paper figures were dirty with grass and mud sticking to them."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I also noticed that these paper figurines should be the ones who went to the mourning hall last night to carry the coffin and left footprints."

"So if we accidentally pick out these paper figures this time, we will die." Du Moyu's face was a little solemn.

After a while, Du Moyu said quickly: "I have a suggestion, let's pick the paper figurines that are hanging up, we can see the feet of these paper figurines, pick clean feet, and clean female paper figurines!"

Du Moyu's suggestion was in the right direction, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think it's that simple, and there might be some ghosts mixed in with those women's paper figurines with clean feet. "

"Let's take a step by step." Du Moyu encouraged himself, "Anyway, the two of us are not the first to go."

Jiang Cheng heard this and looked at Du Moyu, "How do you know?"

"Did you not read the red line on the lottery?" Du Moyu was a little surprised. "The red line above has a scale, and everyone's is different. I think the one with the highest scale goes first."

Jiang Cheng heard the words and took out the sign drawn during the day. After a closer look, he found that there was indeed a row of inconspicuous tick marks on the side of the sign.

And his scale corresponds to the position of 3.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Too bad, he was negligent.

He was still thinking about the order in which each of them went from the third watch, and why the watchman didn't reveal it.

"Not bad." Jiang Cheng's face remained calm, and looked at Du Moyu with an enigmatic look of relief, "observation is not bad, your novel should be barely passable, I'll give you a rocket when you go out. ."

Du Moyu scratched his head embarrassedly, and reminded in a low voice: "We are not called Rockets, we are called Alliance Leader."

"It's all the same." Jiang Cheng skipped the topic and asked, "Which one are you going?"

Du Moyu took out his sign and showed it to Jiang Cheng: "I'm the fifth and the last."

"The last one feels more dangerous, you should pay more attention to yourself." Jiang Cheng thought about what happened to Pang Xiaofeng last night, if Yu Chengmu hadn't stabbed the bar horizontally, the dead person would be the last Abiao.

"Thank you for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I have the confidence to live."

"By the way, I also saw their order. Zhang Junyu was the first, and Abiao was the second. As for Zhou Qing, he was too far away from me, and I didn't see it." Du Moyu felt a little regretful.

Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu on the shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is the fourth."

"Did you see it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, and felt that it was better not to hit him. He was not stupid, but his mind was too simple and stunned, "That's it." Jiang Cheng responded.

The two discussed the paper figurine task tonight for a while, and there were two core issues, which were brought up by them.

The first is the missing woman Jiang Cheng was thinking of, that is, the wife of the shopkeeper Zhou.

According to the village chief, they searched the whole village and found no woman, not even in the river. The village chief and the men who led the way were consciously or unintentionally infiltrating the situation that the woman was at home.

Contacting that their target tonight was paper figurines, the ominous premonition in Jiang Cheng's heart became more and more prominent.

Second, it is the sentence of careful fire that floated after the beater left.

During their entire conversation, the watchmen didn't mention anything related to fire. Before leaving, they suddenly said such a sentence, which made people puzzled.

Could it be that they will encounter something related to the candle tonight, or a situation?

As the night got darker, Du Moyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he let him rest assured and have his own vigil.

Jiang Cheng declined his good intentions, Du Moyu was not fat, he couldn't believe it.

Time passed by, Du Moyu was bored, walking around the room and moving some things from time to time.

Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing, and Du Moyu touched his nose a little embarrassedly~www.readwn.com~ replied that he was accumulating materials, and many of his spiritual novels were inspired by missions, which is why many The reason why readers follow it, because it is real enough.

As he was talking, the sound of knocking on the clapper sounded, as if it came from a far away place.

It also painted a dangerous background for tonight's mission map.

Jiang Cheng looked at the door and whispered, "Zhang Junyu is about to start."

"Open the door to hell, there is no life or death!" Du Moyu cursed fiercely, he still remembers Pang Xiaofeng's affairs.

On the other side, Zhang Junyu, who heard the sound of the clapper, took a deep breath, opened the door, glanced at the house where Jiangcheng was, then turned and walked towards the place of the paper maker's house in the impression of the day.

The night was dark, and the whole village revealed an unusual silence.

There were no birds chirping or the wailing of autumn insects, and all the people in the village were dead.

Zhang Junyu suddenly had an unfounded guess, whether the entire village was really dead. The villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figurines.

At night, when the villagers return home, the paper figurines are revealed.

"Da da da."

He walked with stiff steps along the dirt road in the village.

When he came to the door of the paper maker's house, a dim light shone on his feet.

It's the gossip mirror.

Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, cleared his distracting thoughts, and stepped into the door.

Although he had been here during the day, Zhang Junyu still briefly walked around the house first, sharpening his knives without chopping firewood.

The ghost knows if she will come back, and now she is hiding in the house.

What Zhang Junyu is more worried about is whether the woman at this moment is still human.