Nightmare Attack

　　 "Then you should ask them," Luo Yi replied.

　　 "What did Director Li tell you?"

　　 Luo frowned, "What Director Li?"

　　 "It's the one who took the lead in catching you, Dean of Academic Affairs," Zhou Taifu explained to the side with help, "Her surname is Li, Director Li."

　　 Luo looked even more at a loss, "There is no director, just the three female security guards, you have all seen."

　　 "hiss——"

　　 The fat man took a sigh of relief. The plot is not going in the right direction.

　　 But since Luo Yi has already said that, everyone has no other way, but from the look of their eyes, no one believes what he said.

　　 all believe that he is hiding private.

　　 Finally everyone broke up.

　　 After returning to the room, Zhen Jianren first put it on the door and listened quietly for a few minutes. After making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he walked to Luo's bed and sat down.

　　 He lifted his chin and slowly said, "Now you can talk."

　　Unexpectedly...

　　 "I'm telling the truth," Luo Yi looked helpless, spreading his hand and said, "There really wasn't any clue there. As soon as I was about to leave, I was caught by a few female security guards who rushed in."

　　 "They closed the door without saying anything. Give me a good meal to clean up."

　　 "After that...you will come."

　　......

　　 "Papa!"

　　 Jiangcheng threw the gnawed duck bones into the bag, turned his head and said to the fat man, "Fat man, help me unscrew the ice tea. I have oil on my hand."

　　 The fat man unscrewed the bottle and handed it over. After Jiang Cheng took it, he took a few big mouthfuls, and the tingling sensation in his mouth disappeared a lot.

　　 "Fatty man," Jiang Cheng asked, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

　　 The fat man shook his head, his chubby face looked worried and worried. After a while, he raised his head and asked: "Doctor," he stared at Jiang Cheng, "Are you telling Luo Yi the truth?"

　　 Jiangcheng put down the duck head in his hand, thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be true."

"How to say?"

　　 "He doesn't need to lie," Jiang Cheng said, "They think they have been targeted by ghosts, so they are the ones who are most urgent to escape the mission."

　　 "Under these conditions, they will not do anything that harms the interests of the team. They want others to quickly find clues and end the task."

　　 "You can understand it this way," Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look at the position of 405 next door, with awe-inspiring expressions, "Brothers Zhen Jianren and Luo, they are now the most loyal lackeys of all of us."

　　 Although Jiang Cheng's metaphor has always been strange, the fat man simply thought about it and knew what he said was reasonable.

　　 "Doctor," he raised his head, and continued to ask, "What's the matter with that female ghost suddenly disappearing?"

　　 Hearing this question, Jiang Cheng's face changed slightly. He paused, as if out of respect for the female ghost, he lost half of the duck head in his hand.

　　 After a while, he replied: "What is certain is that this is by no means a good thing. Now there are fewer clues and I can't make a specific judgment, but I suspect it has something to do with the rules."

　　 The fat man opened his eyes slightly, "You said... the rules?"

　　 Fan Li once mentioned something similar, but it's a pity that the words are half way, and people are gone.

　　 was also put on the newspaper by the corpse, begging someone to claim it.

　　 "Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Each task has its own rules. This rule not only restrains us, but also restrains the ghosts in the task."

　　 "But as the mission time limit approaches, the rules are gradually blurred. Take this mission as an example. In the first rehearsal, ghosts must be photographed anyway."

　　 "In other words, the ghost must appear there within a fixed period of time, otherwise the plot cannot advance."

　　 "But you saw it this time," Jiang Cheng said. "The ghost has disappeared. Until now, we don't know where she went."

　　 "And since the task has a time limit, then I think the end of the time limit is our dead time, but will we be directly erased by the inherent rules?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I don't think it will. I think the most reasonable arrangement is that the ghost will break through all the rules and restrictions imposed on it, and appear in front of us in the most brutal posture, ignoring the conditions of time, space and terrain, and surviving all the survivors. Kill it."

　　 "Then, all members are destroyed and the mission is over."

　　 The fat man made his back feel cold, and he swallowed, "Doctor, you don't actually need to explain to me in such detail, I just want to know how to survive, and how to die I am better than you."

　　 "Fatty?"

　　 The fat man looked up at Jiang Cheng, and suddenly felt that his whole person's feelings had changed a lot. He hesitated for a few seconds before carefully replied, "Doctor, what do you want to say?"

　　 "No matter what happens tonight, don't leave this room."

　　 "Okay...Okay."

　　 Fatty swallowed hard.

　　 Jiangcheng retracted his gaze and glanced out of the window. Tonight seemed to be darker than usual. On the way back, a few dark clouds floated in the distance, dark and scary.

　　 It's rainy night again...

　　 Jiangcheng stared out of the window, his eyes seemed to hide something that the fat man couldn’t understand. After a while, he slowly turned his head and said: "You go to sleep, I will stay all night tonight."

　　......

　　 Ye, it gets darker and darker.

　　 There is no thunder and lightning, a late autumn rain, long overdue.

　　 The rain is neither too big nor too small, knocking on the window~www.wuxiamtl.com~ makes a dull sound.

　　 The fat man shrank his whole body under the quilt, showing only a pair of small eyes, and looked around.

　　 The wind that came in from nowhere, swept across the corridor and across the door, making a whining sound, like the whimper of a dying person.

　　 Fatty has no sleep.

　　 Jiangcheng sat on the paved floor alone, gnawing the duck head silently.

　　 Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and a pair of ink eyes seemed to be deeper than the night, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in the fat man's heart.

　　 Tonight...someone will die.

　　 Thoughts gush out inexplicably.

　　 is very strong.

　　 The darkness in the room is almost overwhelming.

　　 The only light source is the camera beside Jiang Cheng.

　　 The camera screen is on, blinking constantly.

　　 should be playing a video.

　　 But there was no sound.

　　 The whole building seems to be covered by wind and rain, without any sound of life passing by.

　　405,406.

　　 is too quiet.

　　 Jiangcheng threw away the last duck head, took out the wet wipes, and carefully dried his hands.

　　 Then, he stood up slowly.

　　 "Fatty," he called softly, as if he knew that the latter was not asleep at all, but what frightened Fatty the most was his unusually calm voice.

　　In the impression, he has never seen such a doctor.

　　 Jiangcheng paused, and continued to speak: "Something happened..."

　　 The fat man got up, his first reaction was to look at the position of the door and window, but he didn't notice anything abnormal.

　　 Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he swallowed.

　　 The next second, he lifted his neck mechanically and looked at the ceiling.