Nightmare Attack

"doctor…"

"Do not talk!"

Taking the fat man quickly out of the Sutra Pavilion, looking for a secluded place, Jiang Cheng turned on his phone and checked the video.

In principle, Jiangcheng didn't believe what these monks said, and there was something wrong with the Jijie Temple no matter how you looked at it.

As the video started playing bit by bit, the eyes of Jiang Cheng and Fatty gradually changed. Jiang Cheng was already mentally prepared to see some extremely terrifying scenes.

For example, a few hideous ghosts were wearing monk robes, or they didn't photograph anything at all. Those ghost things were hidden on the ceiling or something, but the result surprised him.

The Sutra Pavilion is the Sutra Pavilion. There are many tall wooden shelves on both sides of the building, which are full of scriptures. Not far behind them, there are several monks sitting cross-legged.

Although the photos were not very clear due to light and angle problems, you can still see these monks with their heads down, and the incense candles enshrined nearby can just reflect half of their faces.

These people were all old, with unusually haggard faces. If it weren't for the action of knocking on the wooden fish, Jiang Cheng would even suspect that these people would have died long ago.

But what really attracted his attention was the eyes of these monks.

They have no eyes, just like the old monk outside, their eye sockets are empty, and the old monk in the middle is facing their backs, opening and closing his mouth, and that's where the sound comes from.

Obviously, this old monk is the abbot of Chijie Temple.

"Are they really all blind?" The fat man stared at the screen, and he could feel the stability and peace of these monks through the screen, which was an extremely rare state of mind.

Putting away his mobile phone, Jiang Cheng also fell into thinking. He was not sure whether the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong belonged to Buddhism or Daoism. Besides, there was a second-generation crimson hiding among Song Tianming and others.

Just when the two were about to get up, Jiang Cheng's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

Seeing the number that appeared on the screen, Fatty's eyes lit up, "It's Yao, Shunyu!"

The phone was connected quickly, and after hearing Yao Shunyu's slightly tired voice, the heart that Jiangcheng had been hanging on finally fell down.

No nonsense, Yao Shunyu quickly told Jiang Cheng about what happened last night.

Jiangcheng's judgment was consistent with that of Yao, Shunyu and Li Bai. The dead Li Maochun was the second generation of Crimson.

"By the way, just remember, we found some more clues, which should be useful to you tonight."

"Kowtow before the devil, scrape gold from the Buddha's face..." Yao Shunyu fell into deep thought after hearing this clue.

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"No, it's just this clue..." Yao, Shunyu paused, "Let me tell you about our situation here. Just now, Heishui Village sent people to inform us that there are two birth-injection ceremonies to be prepared tonight. The first task is to offer incense to the Buddha enshrined in the old temple in the village, and then use a knife to scrape off the gold powder on the face of the Buddha statue. The village needs gold powder to bless newborn children."

"The second task is to go to the house of the clay figurine Zhang at the head of the village. There is a cellar in her house. In the cellar, there is a statue of the Empress Zhusheng. We need to go to someone to kowtow to the Empress Zhusheng, because people from other villages can participate in the Zhusheng Conference in Heishui Village. , this is the kindness of Empress Zhusheng, her old man."

"It's strange, the clues you got this time don't seem to have much hinting effect, Feng Shui...Do you want us to pay attention to the Feng Shui of these two mission locations?"

Yao Shunyu felt that there seemed to be something wrong with it. After all, the so-called Feng Shui was a metaphysical concept, so it was not a hint at all.

"Tell me about the clues you got." Jiang Cheng asked.

"That's right. People from Heishui Village came to give us clothes today. The clothes belonged to Li Maochun. They said they were picked up by the village chief. We found a note in the pocket of the clothes."

"The note was torn from a complete piece of paper, the kind of case paper used in hospitals, with the child's handwriting on it, but this time the handwriting is even more messy, and I can only make out a small part of it."

"Nurse, black raincoat, be careful, doll."

"By the way, there is half a **** handprint on the back of this paper. The handprint is relatively small. It is on the right hand. There are only four fingers and no middle finger."

Jiang Cheng remembered that the last time Yao, Shun, Yu and Li Bai found the clues left by this child, the incomplete **** fingerprints, handwriting, and case papers, all of them were correct.

"This child is very important. If possible, let Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie find this child." Yao Shunyu kindly reminded him.

"Um."

"One more thing, we..." Yao Shunyu suddenly lowered his voice, as if worried about being heard, "We seem to have found the last crimson hidden among us."

Hearing that Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, "Who is he, what flaws did he show?"

"It's a man. As you know, all of us except Li Bai are men, but this man is the oldest among us, probably in his early 50s."

Yao, Shunyu's words made Jiangcheng quite puzzled, "So old?"

In Jiangcheng's impression, those second-generation crimsons are generally younger. After all, they have been eroded so badly that their life spans are generally not very long.

"Well, his surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Yuanchao. He claims to be the guide of the others in the team. In fact, in our terms, he is a tour guide, leading the students to find beautiful scenery in the mountains to paint."

"I didn't pay attention at first. It was Li Bai who told me that there was something wrong with Zhang Yuanchao, who often peeped at Li Bai."

"It's not that kind of lewdness. No one in this kind of place has that kind of thought. It's just a very strange look. Li Bai has noticed it more than once."

"Are there any other questions besides this?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Yao, Shunyu recalled for a moment ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ No, at least not for the time being. "

The second generation of Crimson is generally young, but it doesn't mean that everyone is like this. Jiang Cheng suspects that he has entered a misunderstanding.

"Be careful in everything, and contact us in time if there is any new situation."

"Okay, you too."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng and Fatty discussed the various possibilities of who among Song Tianming and the others was the second generation of Crimson. Perhaps because of being scared, Fatty insisted that it was either Song Tianming or the one who pretended to be The old man who is the head of the family probably has a problem with one of the two. After all, the kind-hearted old man has forced him to see him too much. Yu Chengmu at the beginning, and Luo Tianhe later, which one is not a high-ranking man? So what, it's not that he has a dark heart.

While complaining, Jiang Cheng's phone vibrated again. After connecting, there was a moment of silence on the other side, and then Tang Qisheng's hoarse voice that was almost desperate rang out, "Brother Jiang, I... I'm sorry for you!"

(end of this chapter)