Nightmare Attack

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There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and the people walked slowly, seemingly emboldened, but the vain footsteps still betrayed him.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, "Is Miss Chen there?" Qin Jian's voice came from outside the door, listening to the long breath.

But perhaps because of preconceived reasons, the fat man felt that this old guy was a little bit scared and out of breath no matter how he heard it.

Without Jiang Cheng speaking, Xia Meng got off the bed.

After I walked to the door, I didn't plan to open it either, but replied in a lukewarm voice, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Qin?"

"It's okay." Qin Jian licked his lips and said in a calm tone: "We have just discussed some clues here. I want to discuss with you Miss Chen and see what follows..."

The fat man sneered in his heart, Qin Jian, the old fox, had no less bad water in his belly than the doctor. It was obvious that he was afraid of death and wanted to see the painting, but it turned out to be the same as the savior.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your kindness." Xia Meng said unceremoniously, with a very different attitude from before, "I'm tired and have to rest. I'll talk about it when I have time."

No matter what Qin Jian said next, Xia Meng didn't reply.

After a stalemate for a while, Qin Jian left with a gloomy face.

After all, without any evidence, he didn't dare to really break in.

On the way back, Qin Jian frowned. He was already certain that the people in this room must be plotting something, otherwise why would Chen Xiaomeng not let himself in.

You know, she just invited herself actively.

What is she worried about?

And... Qin Jian's loose fingers suddenly clenched, what Chen Xiaomeng said just now...I'm tired.

Why are we not tired?

Also, that fat man and Hao Shuai, why don't they talk?

Could it be...

Are they not there?

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He immediately speeded up his pace and couldn't wait any longer. He must find a way to verify the authenticity of what they said, at least... he must see the painting!

......

"Mr. Qin." Sitting there, An Xuan looked calm and calm. There was a pot of unnamed flowers in front of him. It should be the flowering period is about to pass, and it is already a little dying.

Stroking the blade, he smiled, raised his eyes and asked: "You don't really believe what they say?"

Qin Jian squinted his eyes, his face was as usual: "Mr. An is worried."

Yu Qi heard the two talking and sat up from the bed.

The paintings hanging in their room had disappeared, otherwise he would never dare to be so leisurely when facing his bed.

"It seems that the painting is the problem." You Qi's voice sounded different from the past, with a sense of formality: "After that painting appeared with us, Tang..." He paused. , Glanced at An Xuan and found nothing unusual before continuing to say: "That girl had an accident, and now the painting has been transferred to their room, it seems that they are the next one to have an accident."

"Just don't know who it is." Youqi said with some regret.

In the task, trial and error with human life is the most helpless, but it is also the most effective way.

As long as the ghost takes action, then it is bound to leave clues.

The ghost's killing methods, looks, clothes, and even actions, behavior habits... all of these help the remaining people to perfect the plot and find a way out.

Taking Tang Shirou's death as an example, they have inferred that Young Master Huang had married, and that the woman was dead, and the body was probably sunk in the lake.

But Qin Jian's mind is not here at the moment. While dealing with An Xuan and You Qi pretending to be calm, he recites those few words silently in his heart.

The drums are sounded during the third watch, the boat travels on the lake, and the night travels in the mortuary, lying in Yinshuang.

What does... mean?

......

"Doctor." The fat man kept his excitement, and whispered: "You are really good, the old fox Qin Jian...has taken the bait!"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows.

"Heh." Xia Meng, who had just cooperated with Jiang Cheng, was obviously upset. She stared at the two and sneered and said: "I advise you not to be too happy. What will happen in the end is still unknown."

When the fat man wanted to say a few words, the middle-aged woman came, still with the same dead face, and mechanically conveyed to them some rules about swimming in the lake at night.

Then when they left, they were informed as usual that the afternoon was free time and they could walk around the house at will, but they were not recommended to go to some special places.

The reason is that they are worried that they will be frightened.

As for the kind of fright, the middle-aged woman didn't say, and Jiang Cheng didn't ask about it tacitly.

After the woman left, Jiang Cheng slowly stood up, first closed the door, and then did a few very sand-sculpted stretching exercises, and then ran to the bookshelf in the room.

The bookshelf is one person high, and the materials are very solid, and a few taps with my hands still make a dull sound.

Jiang Cheng stretched out both hands and buckled the two ends of the bookshelf, as if he wanted to remove the bookshelf.

"Doctor." The fat man ran over, "I'll come."

Jiang Cheng didn't let the fat man take over. Instead, he stretched his neck and pouted at Xia Meng who was sitting on the sidelines, "Mengmeng," he said emotionally, "You come and help me!"

Xia Meng glanced at him, then looked at the painting on the wall, turned her face away, and ignored him at all.

Jiang Cheng was not discouraged either. He moved the very heavy bookshelf to the front of the painting by himself, completely blocking the painting.

Then I made a simple layout to make everything in the room look very harmonious.

"Doctor." The fat man stared at the bookshelf that was completely integrated with the environment, and asked: "You are..."

"Is this painting terrible?" Jiang Cheng asked breathlessly.

The fat man subconsciously replied, "Horrible."

"Then...the painting disappeared suddenly?" Jiang Cheng asked, squinting.

Xia Meng couldn't see it anymore, opened the door and left first.

......

After a while, a sneaky figure walked quickly from the gravel road on the side. While walking, it looked around ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and seemed very afraid of being seen.

Then he stepped forward and slipped into the wing room of the Jiangcheng trio.

After entering the house, Qin Jian immediately closed the door.

In the bushes not far away, hiding a pair of blinking eyes, "Doctor." The fat man retracted his gaze and whispered, "Qin Jian is here."

"It's the same as you said." The fat man continued, "The old guy doesn't feel at ease if he doesn't see it with his own eyes."

Half an hour ago, everyone gathered together, and they discussed using this afternoon to go nearby to see if they could find any clues.

Qin Jian kept quietly following Jiangcheng's people until they had walked far away before sneaking back, preparing to enter their room to look at the painting.

Especially... those few words on the painting.

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