Nightmare Attack

He seemed to be frightened by the sight of the lame Liu, Pi Ruan's complexion didn't improve until he walked out of the gate of Feng Mansion. He kept rubbing his arms, "Have you seen this? There must be something wrong with the lame Liu. He looked at me. The look in his eyes is not right."

Everyone can see that there is something wrong with the lame Liu, but some people just rely on feelings, while others are good at finding evidence.

"Have you noticed the bowls and chopsticks?" Chen Qiang said, his voice pressed very low, seemingly worried about being heard by something behind him.

"There are 11 of us, but he only gave 10 bowls and chopsticks." Lin Wan'er glanced at it and said, "He didn't count Pan Du's share."

The bowls and chopsticks were placed on the dining table before they came, so Liu Lizi knew that they were missing one person before they appeared.

From 11 people to 10 people.

"Could it be a coincidence?" Someone asked. After all, one less payment of bowls and chopsticks is not a big deal, maybe it's just a mistake.

But Jiang Cheng stopped and made him shut up with just one sentence, "Do you remember what they said when they first entered Feng Mansion?"

They are naturally referring to Wu Ergou and Liu Cripple.

The lame Liu asked Wu Ergou whether these people were the people sent by Director Qiao, and then asked the number of people specifically.

Wu Ergou answered very clearly, 11 people.

What was even more surprising was that after they entered the door, Lame Liu, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around, staring at everyone with one eye, and scanning them one by one.

Jiang Cheng noticed that Liu Lizi's lips were squirming at the time, clearly counting the number of people.

A similar experience reminded him of the scene at the beginning of Xiaoshijian Village. They were also invited to go for similar reasons and acted as the villagers' replacement for the dead.

This time...will it be the same?

But this time the ghost felt to Jiang Cheng not like pure revenge. Although there are few clues now, and almost all point to the Feng family, Jiang Cheng has a very strange premonition.

Unlike other people who focused their attention on Feng's family, he believed that the first thing to do was to find out the train.

Mayflower.

That is the source of the supernatural.

The town is not too big or small, but the streets are fairly tidy. They left Feng Mansion earlier, and the vendors have already set up their stalls, lined up on both sides of the street, and the screams are endless.

Some early shops just simply set up two tables and put a few steamers for steaming buns, even if they are opened.

The drenched water vapor permeates, adding a lot of life to the whole street.

After leaving Feng Mansion, everyone felt much more relaxed. It was strange to say that after stepping into the gate of Feng Mansion, even the sun was shining on them, and they didn't feel warm.

The inside and outside of the door are like two worlds.

When passing by a building, Jiang Cheng glanced at it casually. The building was divided into many shops. Because it was facing the street, business was very good.

One of them is inlaid with grid-shaped glass windows, which is more conspicuous among the merchants. It is a photo studio with many photos hung on the transparent glass windows.

From the current point of view, they are all very old black and white photos, and the pixels are not very good, perhaps because of the posture of the photo, the people above always give people a dull and dull feeling.

After looking at a few photos, Jiang Cheng was about to look away when he suddenly found a few unique photos.

The position of the photo is rather strange. It is lower in the middle. It is usually not easy to notice. It feels like the boss wants to show, but it is not too obvious.

The person in the photo is stepping on wooden clogs, wearing large clothes, with the cuffs hanging down exaggeratedly, with the men standing in the middle, mostly wearing knives.

Perhaps it is because of their height, it feels that if their waist sword can stand up, it will hardly be much lower than a human.

In the photo, the status of women is obviously much lower than that of men. They are arranged on both sides, with low eyebrows and straight heads, showing extreme obedience.

With tall hair buns and pale faces, even in the black and white photos, their lips are still red as if they had just been dyed with blood.

"Oriental?" Huai Yi suddenly said, who also noticed this.

It stands to reason that the war has just ended, and it is true that photos of the invaders should not be hung now, but only from the perspective of photography technology, these photos are indeed the best of all the photos.

"I'll wipe it, this boss is not a thing!" The fat man stared at the photo and said angrily, "I took such a good picture of the Dongyang people, and then just give it to us to fool around."

"I don't dare to give it to the Dongyang people. This is directly related to whether the boss and the family can survive." Chen Qiang touched his chin and said, "But just after the war, there are still these photos hanging, then there is a problem."

When everyone was discussing to go in and give the boss a paid patriotic education class, the glass door of the photo studio was suddenly pushed open from inside, and then one person walked out.

"It's you!" With a black bag in his hand, Wu Dali was stunned when he saw Jiang Cheng and the others.

"Brother Wu." Jiang Cheng nodded, "It's a coincidence, we just came out of Feng Mansion, and I didn't expect you to be here."

"Isn't it? Just right, I was just going to find you, and now I'm going to visit Feng Mansion." Wu Dali opened his black leather bag and said, "You are not looking for five... .. Is there news about that train? Really let me find some."

There were so many people here, they found a secluded place, in an alley, and took what Wu Dali handed over.

It's some photos, and some cut-out newspapers.

The footer of the newspaper had turned yellow, and it seemed that after a long time, following Wu Dali’s guidance, they found a report in an inconspicuous position on it.

"The Mayflower train stops late at night for no reason. Why is it that all the stations are under martial law."

The following are some specific reports. It can be seen that the people who wrote this report are only clear and general, and even the information they have is not as good as the information they have. The whole article is a combination of speculation and conjecture, which is to quote the strange power. .

Although this is indeed the case ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, what really aroused Jiangcheng's interest was a photo that was mixed in the report. The photo was not very clear, but it could be seen that it was taken after the train arrived at the station.

Due to the perspective, only the back half of the train can be seen, about 5 or 6 cars.

With his eyes fixed a little bit, Jiang Cheng stared at the rear of the train. If I remember correctly, the change was in the last carriage.

There are dead old people and children, with their backs facing the car door, and there are very strange faces.

"Give me the photo." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, but his attention was still on the newspaper.

Soon after receiving the train photos and comparing them, Jiang Cheng made new discoveries

There are dead old people and children, with their backs facing the car door, and there are very strange faces.

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