Nightmare Attack

Qin Jian outside the door seemed to have noticed something. His dying voice was gone. His voice began to become weird. His voice became more and more sharp and distorted. "Why didn't you open the door?"

"You open the door! Why don't you open the door!!"

In the end, the sharp voice seemed to pierce the eardrum, resentful, distorted, resentful...Countless negative emotions were mixed together.

I can clearly hear the voice of a woman, not very old, but resentful.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

......

The slap of the door was louder than ever, and bright red handprints were left on the snow-white door paper. It seemed that this door was not very strong...and it would not last long.

But Zuo Jing didn't have any expression of fear on her face.

Because they have seen through the ghost conspiracy.

Therefore, according to the rules, ghosts cannot break in unless the people inside take the initiative to open the door for her.

Just like the teacher Liao Zhi who has passed out.

Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing huddled behind the door and said nothing.

Gradually, the shadow on the door gradually changed, from one to two.

The newly-appearing shadow looked much more illusory than the previous one. His height was average, but his body was unusually large. It was two wide as an ordinary person. It stood a little behind the first one.

It seemed that Qin Jian was the first figure to appear, but he was already dead, and only his corpse stood outside.

And the other figure was the ghost mentioned by You Qi.

The ghost is indeed a woman.

A bold, even more permeating idea appeared in the minds of Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing almost simultaneously. The bloated ghost dragged Qin Jian’s body ashore, and then stood the corpse in front of the door. She was standing behind the corpse. Holding the corpse's hand, pretending to be Qin Jian and patted the door.

Lie them to open the door.

......

"He came to see you?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, the fat man's face became a little unnatural, but he nodded and said in a hesitant tone: "Maybe...maybe."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Cheng glanced at Fatty.

He was holding a leaf in his hand. The leaf was very big, bigger than a human palm, and there were some sticky things on it. He touched it and turned his head to ask, "Isn't this your password for contact?" "

The fat man didn't know how to explain to the doctor, but he always felt that the doctor was wrong.

Ten minutes ago, the fat man who was sleeping in a daze was awakened by a sound of knocking.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. In the dim environment, he suddenly found that the doctor and Xia Meng's bed were empty, and there was no one in the room.

The fat man woke up immediately when he discovered that they were missing.

He tried his best to suppress his fear, shut his mouth, and got out of the bed tremblingly, as if he was about to drill under the bed.

But before he could get in, the book from the first meeting with the doctor came to mind unconsciously. At that time, a ghost crawled out of the bed.

Later, when they found Xie Yu again, the latter's death was very moving.

After swallowing, the fat man dared not move immediately.

He worried that as soon as he got in, there would be a ghost waiting for him inside.

The next second, just as the fat man was thinking about what happened, a hand stretched out from under the bed where he hadn't noticed, and then quickly covered his mouth before the fat man could react.

Then in the fat man's horrified eyes, he saw the doctor, and Xia Meng got out of his bed one by one.

It was the doctor who covered his mouth.

"Tuk"

"Tuk Tuk."

"Tuk."

"Tuk Tuk."

"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk."

"Tuk."

......

The percussion continued, the sound was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent night, and... the fat man frowned, with a special sense of rhythm, as if something was crypting.

His face was pinched, and the fat man who reacted looked at the direction of the doctor's fingers, and took a breath of fright.

A round thing that is not in the middle of winter is reflected in the position of the window, and there seems to be a person standing outside.

No, how could it be human.

It's almost the same if it's a ghost.

Then the shadow suddenly disappeared, and there was a brisk running sound outside.

Blinking an eye, the fat man couldn't understand. Does this ghost still think that people like him will run out to chase him in the middle of the night?

After waiting for a long time, after nothing happened, Jiang Cheng moved towards the position of the window.

I quickly glanced out along the gap, and after not finding anything abnormal, he carefully pushed a part of the window open.

As soon as the window opened, something caught in the gap suddenly fell down, seemingly... it was a piece of paper.

After picking it up, it was found that a large leaf was still sandwiched behind the paper.

It was the piece that Jiang Cheng held at this moment.

The fat man thought for a while, and then realized that this leaf was the one he had picked during the day, and he had put it under the steamed bun, and gave it to the poor little beggar.

After listening to the fat man's explanation, Xia Meng glanced at him, but didn't say much. He was obviously dissatisfied that he had lied to himself before.

Fatty is also very wise not to look at her.

After opening the pile of crumpled paper, there was a very rough picture on it, with something like a small boat in the middle of the picture, and then there were three little people on the boat.

The two little men at the front and back of the boat moved their hands, as if squatting and rowing, and the little one in the middle was a little more refined in comparison. He was standing in the middle of the boat, and his identity should be higher.

It seems that the person who paints is trying to express the meaning of someone taking a boat.

An arrow intermittently extended from the feet of the little man in the middle, with the word "yellow" written on it.

"Do you want to say that Young Master Huang meant to take a boat?" The fat man lowered his voice, frowned and asked, "But why are there people around www.wuxiamtl.com~ they... are they all ghosts?"

Xia Meng, who was standing on the side, took a few glances, then gradually moved closer, pointed to a location and asked, "What is this?"

There was a stain on the head of the villain who was marked with a "yellow" character, as if he had written something wrong and then smeared it out.

"Yes..." The fat man squinted his eyes, "Huh?" He seemed to see something, and suddenly said, "The one that was obliterated seems to be a yellow character."

"He crossed out a yellow character, and then wrote another yellow character." Xia Meng mentioned the costume, then raised his head, "What does he want to express?"

"Could it be that he wasn't sure if it was Young Master Huang on the boat?" The fat man answered, "This is just a guess."

For the time being, there is no answer to this question for the time being.

Unless you wait for that little beggar to come again, or...take the initiative to catch him and serve him with a big punishment.

This painting was obviously not long after the painting was finished, and the ink was not completely dry. Jiang Cheng dipped it with his hand and could still see obvious ink spots.