Nightmare Attack

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Nodded, Jiang Cheng signaled that he knew what he meant, and then turned his head to look at Luohe, "What do you think of the things in Feng's Foreign House?"

"The Feng family lives in the western-style building. There are people behind every door, but they are all dead." Luo He said, "Just like him."

Luo He gestured with his eyes. It was obvious that he was talking about the same two people lying on the ground.

"The Feng family are all dead?" Pi Ruan was startled, as if shocked by this idea.

"Probably not, the Feng family is so big, there should be a lot of people in it." The fat man echoed Pi Ruan, and then looked at Jiang Cheng, "Furthermore, hasn't Director Qiao said that if you drag on, the Feng family will die. Absolutely, which means that there are still people alive in the Feng family."

Hearing that Jiangcheng didn't respond much, but Fu Fu grinned and looked at the fat man up and down, "You don't need to listen to what they say, just when they fart."

It seems that I didn't expect this cute girl outside to be so rude, and the fat man didn't know how to respond for a while.

But Fu Fu just said this, and then let him go.

"You can come and have a look. When I leave, I will take some pictures." Luo He's voice sounded in due course.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened it, and pointed the screen side at Jiangcheng.

On the phone is a photo.

It's Linghuyong.

Through Huai Yi's description, everyone has already understood how weird the photo is, but it was not until after seeing this photo that it was still underestimated.

Linghu Yong in a weird posture seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual. Except for the skin, almost everything was full of weirdness.

That weird smiling face, and the withered grass pouring out from the wound.

I don't know if it is preconceived, they can't see a trace of joy from Linghuyong's smiling face, but...full of fear and pain.

This makes people wonder, at the last moment before he died, what did he see?

After receiving Luohe's cell phone, Jiang Cheng looked through pictures one by one.

There are probably more than ten photos in it, except for Linghuyong, everyone else is a raw face.

There are young people in their 20s, middle-aged people in their 40s, and an old man with sunken eye sockets who can stand up only with crutches.

Without exception, these people are all well-dressed.

And the state was the same as Linghuyong, except for the ragged skin, only the hay filled under the skin.

Stiff, sluggish, old-fashioned, gloomy... these words combined, are not enough to describe their weirdness.

Obviously, they are all Feng's family, and the old man among them should be the real person in charge of Feng's family, Master Feng.

It can be seen that Jiang Cheng's guess has come true now.

The Feng family is dead.

Among them, Jiang Cheng stopped for a moment in front of a photo. The photo was a young man, about 30 years old.

Jiang Cheng saw this man, a few days ago, in the basement of the police station.

If I remember correctly, his name is Feng Delin, the third son of Master Feng.

Now it seems that the family members of the Feng family are reunited underground.

Just when Jiang Cheng was thinking, a hand stretched out, holding the phone as if he was about to take it away.

It was definitely not possible to change to normal, but after seeing that hand, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to let go.

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at Lin Wan'er's face.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, her brows trembled slightly, and then returned to normal, "We have seen these pictures."

"Have you seen? Where?" Zhao Xingguo stood up from the ground with red eyes, and his mood returned to normal.

Now he was the only one left. He had just checked that Linghuyong's state was the same as Pan Du's, and he was in the state of a living dead.

There is a heartbeat, but the body is cold, and there is no breathing, and no corpse spots have been found for the time being.

If the ghost is really like what Yoko said and is related to the gods in the temple, then Linghu Yong Pan Du has not completely died, they are trapped in a dream.

In other words, as long as the speed is fast enough, they still have a chance to survive.

Staring at the screen, Jiang Cheng seemed to think of something after a while, lowered his voice and said, "It's that photo studio."

This sentence made waves among the crowd. Fu Fu walked up with his eyes wide open. After a few glances, he condensed his cynical attitude, looked back at Luohe, and said as if confirming: "It's really, it's that. The style of a photo studio."

Hearing that the fat man suddenly said loudly: "By the way, do you remember, what did we see on the wall of that photo studio?"

"Pictures of Oriental people!" Huai Yi said immediately.

They noticed the photo studio because of the photos.

If it wasn't for Wu Dali who happened to come out of the photo studio and interrupted their plan, they would go in and give the boss a lesson.

There are several pictures of Oriental people on the glass wall outside the photo studio.

It seems that the owner of the photo studio used to be very close to them.

The photo studio, these weird pictures, the dead Feng family, the Easterners, and even the Wu Ergou Wu Dali who brought them...Several scattered clues suddenly converge.

Without further ado, everyone immediately began to develop a plan of action for the next step.

Jiang Cheng analyzed the current situation, and glanced over everyone, "At present, this ghost's killing methods are through fantasy and dreams. It can even change and invade our perceptions without disturbing other people around the victim. Know."

It is not difficult to speculate that Linghuyong Pan Du is not an idiot, and they will not leave without authorization.

In other words, they were all killed by ghosts in a relatively safe environment.

Especially Pan Du, he died on his bed.

Combining the background of that song, Jiang Cheng can safely guess that they were most likely introduced into their dreams by ghosts.

Then, died in a dream.

Jiang Cheng tilted his head and glanced out of the window. Through the gap, it was still dark outside. "Now the sky is not completely bright. When the sky is completely bright, we will split up."

"I'm going to look for Yoko~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to find out about the temple. You go to the photo studio. In any case, you must find the owner of the photo studio and ask the origin of the photo." Jiang Cheng looked at Luohe.

"I'm afraid it will not go well with the owner of the photo studio. After all, the Dongyang people and us..." Huai Yi couldn't help but worry.

But before she finished speaking, Fu Fu interrupted her. She sneered and rolled her eyes to Huai Yi, "You don't need to worry about this. As long as you find him, I have a way to get him to speak."

There was a momentary intersecting vision with Fu Fu, and Huai Yi suddenly felt a sense of fear, and his slightly opened mouth closed again.

"What information will Yoko have?" In the eyes of Fatty, she was just an ordinary Oriental woman, and even survival was a problem.

"You can ask her why the Feng family wants to help them." Lin Wan'er lifted her hair from her temples, "Also, who is this person... on earth?"

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