Nightmare Attack

Chapter 56: intelligence

   After returning to the room, the fat man had not recovered from the shock.

   can hinder the silence of the night, and he is inconvenient to speak loudly, so he can only suppress his voice extremely low.

   "Doctor, what are you doing?"

   "It's nothing," Jiang Cheng whispered while wiping his hands with a wet rag, "I think they are too inactive, give them some pressure. You know, I also do it for their good."

   Fatty is used to Jiangcheng's routine, and then he asks: "Then this blood is..."

   "Just what you think," he shrugged, "borrowed from Long Tao."

   Fatty's expression became more and more exciting.

   He hesitated for a while, as if thinking and reasoning for himself: "Doctor, I guess you want to create an illusion that they have been targeted by ghosts. If they don't crack the task in time, they will die first."

"uh-huh."

The fat man licked his lips and followed behind Jiang Cheng, "I can understand this, but you can just print a handprint. Why do you have to draw your fingers so long?" He looked at the former and asked, "Yes. What's the meaning?"

   "You want to interfere with the direction of the two people's investigation, so that they think the murderer must have a huge hand!" The fat man seemed to have figured out something, and his tone was excited, "Is it like this? Doctor!"

   "Not actually," Jiang Cheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly. Looking back at the fat man, he said, "Mainly, I don't think there is a bottom left in the bottle, thinking not to waste it."

   The corners of the fat man’s mouth twitched: "...I thank you especially for Long Tao."

"You're welcome."

   ran out of the only two bottles of mineral water left, until the **** smell on his hands was finally not so strong, Jiang Cheng dried the water on his hands, and went back to the floor to sleep with satisfaction.

   "Doctor," After a while, the fat man whispered, "Are you asleep?"

   "Sleeping to death," Jiang Cheng replied clearly: "I just dreamed of Long Tao. He said that he couldn't eat sweet and sour ribs without his chin. He would borrow your chin for two days, and then pay you back."

   "I was talking for you, but you woke up," Jiang Cheng said while chattering, turning over and saying, "Don't worry, I guess he will be there soon, and it won't be a few minutes late."

   "My doctor..." The fat man was crying, wishing to sew Jiang Cheng's mouth, "You can shut up."

   There are about two hours left until dawn. Jiang Cheng felt that the fat man should not fall asleep again after hearing the story.

"Doctor," the fat man said sneakily, "I have a question to ask you, and I just thought of it," he lowered his already low voice, "just now we were in the corridor, you are not afraid of being caught Ghost attack? You know, the cheongsam girl died in the corridor."

   Jiangcheng pulled the quilt and covered his chin, which also made his voice more dull.

   It sounds weird to the fat man’s ears, “It’s because the cheongsam girl died in the corridor, so I’m not afraid.”

   The fat man opened his eyes wide, "What doctor do you mean?"

   "Nothing," Jiang Cheng turned his back again, leaving the fat man behind, "I'm tired."

   "Oh, good doctor," the fat chick nodded like a meter, "you can rest assured to sleep, I will wake you up if something happens."

   After finishing talking, the fat man didn't dare to disturb Jiang Cheng any more, so he lifted his legs and sat cross-legged on the bed.

   If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the fat man's thick legs could actually be curled up. If Jiang Cheng saw this scene, he would definitely sigh loudly for the magic of the Creator.

  ......

   In the cafeteria, Jiang Cheng is picking his teeth leisurely.

   Most of the students have gone to class, and now only a few groups of students are eating breakfast.

   When the fat man thought of going to the equipment center for information, his two eyebrows seemed to be folded together.

   "Doctor," he retracted his gaze from a girl in a cool dress, and turned to Jiang Cheng, "When shall we leave?"

   He blinked his small eyes and suggested, "Or go there around 12 noon, when the yang energy is sufficient, those things can be somewhat restrained."

   "Enough," Jiang Cheng dangled a toothpick and glanced at him diagonally, "Remember when Long Tao died?"

   The fat man thought for a while, his face suddenly became difficult to look.

   Jiangcheng was right. The time when Long Tao died was not far from noon. It seems that time does not restrict the ghosts in this mission very much.

   At this point, the fat man began to chirp again, and he said in a grieving tone: "Doctor, you said what you could do at the time, you have to put the equipment center next. You will know the most dangerous thing at a glance!"

   "It's all right now," he sighed, "Forget it, the doctor, I won't tell you anymore, when shall we leave?"

   Jiangcheng raised his head, "What body to move?"

   "Go to the equipment center!" The fat man asked in surprise, "Are you amnesia?"

   "You all know the most dangerous place, why should we go?"

The fat man was dumbfounded by the question. After a while, he squatted and said: "No, doctor, isn't this set by you at the meeting yesterday?" He paused, "Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi went to the students to inquire, 407 Nasan Let’s go to the rehearsal woman, let’s come to the equipment center."

   "Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded like an enlightened one, "So you said this, I just said it casually at the time."

   "Just say it casually?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng stirred the tofu brain in front of him with a spoon, but was not ready to drink it. "The equipment center knows that it is a very dangerous place at first glance, and a fool will go to ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Fatty feels his brain It's not enough anymore, it's not even as good as the bowl of tofu brains in front of me, "Then...then how do we go back? "

   His worries are not unreasonable, and they are bound to get together later to share today’s gains.

   If you can't get anything out of this side...

   "Doctor," the fat man leaned over, and persuaded with all his heart, "I think we'd better not shake this cleverness. If we go back empty-handed without any information, the two teams will not give up."

   "Who said we would go back empty-handed?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

   Don't know why, Jiang Cheng smiled, and the fat man's right eyelid began to jump, and at the same time, the chrysanthemum waited for a chain reaction.

   "Doctor, don't laugh." The fat man pressed his right eyelid and found that he couldn't control it at all.

   Jiangcheng really became serious. He lowered his voice, looked at the fat man and said, "We went to the equipment center in the morning, but as soon as we walked to the door, before we even entered, we saw a woman in it from a distance."

   "The woman with disheveled hair, bowed her waist, and put on a very strange posture. What's more frightening is that the woman has an unusually huge hand."

   "We didn't dare to come close, so we could only hide behind the door and peep from a distance."

   "After a while, the woman left at a pace that her six relatives did not recognize. Only then did we realize that she was drawing a picture with her head down."

   "There is a person on the painting." Jiang Cheng blinked.

   The fat man sounded like a heavenly book, but he was strangely attracted by the nonsense stories that Jiang Cheng had fabricated. He turned around, looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Who is in the picture?"

   "Hoo——"

   Jiangcheng let out a long sigh, raised his eyebrows and said: "Zhen Jianren."

  

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