Nightmare Attack

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"Who do you suspect?" Chen Qiang asked suddenly.

Lin Wan'er tilted her head to look at him, and when the two eyes touched slightly, Chen Qiang unnaturally avoided it. He was just curious, but he didn't expect...

"I suspect it doesn't matter who it is." Lin Wan'er said, "It's important to find out this person."

The sky was already dark. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone still moved Pan Du Linghuyong's body into the room at Zhao Xingguo's request.

Of course, Zhao Xingguo then closed the door of the room from the outside and followed everyone to the living room.

After all, facing the two corpses, no one can stand it.

Seeing familiar people turn into corpses, and there was such a weird smile on the corpse's face, this contrast made Zhao Xingguo just think about it, and he felt a chill on his back.

Everyone was discussing the details of the task one after another. Jiang Cheng was looking at the photos one by one while holding his mobile phone.

The photos were taken by Luohe, with doors in the background.

According to Huai Yi, these doors are rooms in western-style buildings, and the photos are pasted on the doors, disguised by decorative paintings.

Obviously, the people in these photos live in the corresponding rooms.

Before they were alive.

Jiang Cheng put away the phone, then stretched out his hand, and handed it back to Luohe. "Mr. Luo is really a bold man, so in times of crisis, he still has the heart to take pictures of every door."

I changed to an ordinary person, opened the quilt in Fengjia Yanglou, and found that there was a teammate who was still next to him not long ago.

Even if they don't, they will flee immediately, so it's important to save their lives first.

But according to Huai Yi, Luo He and Fu Fu exited the foreign building last, about 5 minutes after they opened the window.

At the time they thought it was because the two were entangled by ghosts.

Not only that, Luo He also carried the corpse of Linghuyong with a strange smile on his back.

It now appears that Luohe used that period of time to walk and stop in the corridor, and then took photos of every door of the room.

This courage alone makes others feel ashamed.

In response to this, Luo He just smiled, and said in a flat tone without any specificity: "I just think these photos are very important, and it is good for us to confirm whether there are any survivors in the Feng family."

"As for Yigao people are bold..." Luohe paused and raised a pair of blue eyes to look at Jiang Cheng, "I think we just made the right choice among the limited options. I think If Mr. Jiang came, he would do the same."

"If Mr. Jiang, and your friends are not rubbish." He added at last.

Hearing the last sentence, the fat man's previous goodwill for Luohe disappeared, and now in his eyes, this is a kind of pretending to be offensive, very hateful.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking seriously, touched his chin, suddenly raised his head and said, "Are you really a night watchman?"

Luohe was taken aback for a moment.

"It doesn't feel like it, I also know a few night watchmen, between you and them...not much the same." Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere tone.

Luo He seemed to be interested. Instead of worrying about being seen through, he was more interested in how he was seen through.

He slightly folded the five fingers of his left hand, and clenched the black book in his hand.

A strange breath filled his side, like a transparent shell, Fu Fu who was standing beside him also tightened his lips, a crazy depressive breath surged in his eyes.

"You are of lower quality than them, and you speak awkwardly." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked cowardly, "You won't be a temporary worker? I was busy at the end of the year, and I was drawn to make up the number."

"Then if something goes wrong, I will be directly pulled out by the leader to commit the crime."

"The reason is that you have not undergone induction training." Jiang Cheng said quickly: "Or more directly, saying that you are disabled and re-employed. Although your limbs are healthy and seem to have no major problems, you are mentally disabled, and then sell for a lot of misery. , Calling on the society to be more tolerant of you brain-dead."

Hearing that the fat man couldn't help being happy, and he wanted to take advantage of the doctor's mouth. It was really a wrong calculation. The doctor is careful, and the neighbors in the neighborhood know it.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Fu, who was traveling with Luohe, grinned when his companion was damaged, and there was a flash of gloating emotions in his eyes.

No. 3 belongs to a very special person in Crimson. He is neither good at calculating nor fighting for the strong. He belongs to a person with a more peaceful mood than his appearance.

It is more of a problem to communicate with people, and often chat with God to death.

Therefore, during the meeting, the No. 3 speech is generally not arranged, even if necessary, he is the last one, and at this time, other people are usually ready to leave.

Fortunately, No. 3 never felt embarrassed.

But No. 3 is also recognized by Crimson internally, and the person closest to her husband, at least his feelings for him can be seen with the naked eye.

"tread."

"tread."

"tread."

......

There was a strange sound of footsteps from far to near, and occasionally mixed with the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground. Everyone immediately became vigilant, looked away, and looked at the door.

The outside sky was already half bright without knowing it. Although the window was closed, a rickety figure appeared through the window paper, approaching the door step by step.

"Boom."

"Boom boom."

There was a knock on the door, and then came the hoarse voice of Liu Lizi, "Guests, are you...are you up? Ahem...it's dawn."

Liu Lizi's body seemed to be worse than the day before, he kept coughing, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Everyone looked at each other, and then Zhao Xingguo was still cruel, walked up quickly, and returned with a lazy and impatient tone: "Here, it's coming, early in the morning, it's still dark, so what do you do so loudly? "

After the door opened, it turned out to be Liu Lizi's twisted body outside.

He poked his neck and looked inward unnaturally, as if looking for something.

The others pretended to be just getting up ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and walked out of their rooms disheveled. Among them, Fatty and Pi Ruan are the most similar.

"What's the matter?" The fat man asked carelessly: "Is it going to have breakfast?"

"Nothing." Seeing that his vision was blocked, Lame Liu retracted his gaze and stared at them with a strange face. "I just wanted to ask, how have you rested recently?"

Jiang Cheng supported his chin, shook his head thoughtfully and said, "Not good."

The lame Liu looked at Jiangcheng immediately.

"Don't you know, since I lived here, I couldn't sleep well at night. I finally fell asleep yesterday and had a nightmare." Jiang Chengxin said with lingering fear.

"What did you dream of?" Liu Lizi urged.

Jiang Cheng looked away, and suddenly stared at the lame Liu with a weird, thought-provoking look, "I dreamed of an old man squatting in a corner with his back facing me."