Nightmare Attack

It's Meng Yumian!

Gao Yan never expected that he would be the first to win.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The black shadow rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, and finally stood in front of him, only separated from him by a layer of opaque plastic cloth.

Through the small hole, the outside world is completely dark.

Those legs... blocked the hole.

"Tick."

"Tick."

......

The sound of water dripping constantly, every drop, like a needle, plunged into Gao Yan's mind.

The heartbeat speeds up, cold sweat is left along the corner of his eyes, all he can do is close his mouth and dare not say a word.

"Stab!"

Gao Yan watched as the plastic sheet between the two was slowly pulled up.

A pair of blood-stained dancing shoes appeared in his vision, and as the plastic sheet continued to be pulled up, he also saw half of his pale calf.

There was no blood on the legs, and there were a few scars, as if they had been cut in the struggle. At this moment, the skin and flesh turned out, revealing the pale flesh inside.

It feels like the zombie meat that has been put into the freezer and frozen for many years after the blood has been drained.

The plastic sheet stopped when it reached the knee.

Gao Yan was trembling, he didn't dare to look up at all, he only used his peripheral vision to look, because he was worried that he would just bump into a terrifying face when he raised his head.

After a rustling sound, both hands stretched in along the pulled gap, their hands were blue-purple, both clenched their fists, palms facing down, and the back of their hands facing up, as if they were holding something in their palms.

This scene really scared Gao Yan, normal people can't do the same action without bending over.

It seems that this is the so-called guessing game.

After the ghost hand reached in, it stopped moving, and it seemed that he was giving him time to choose.

The situation was different from what he had thought at the beginning, and Gao Yan didn't dare to rashly hand over the eyeballs in his hands.

He plucked up the courage and started to check his hands closely.

The movements of the two hands were almost exactly the same, and the fists that were clenched were the same size. Just as Gao Yan guessed what might be the problem, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a little red on the ground below his left hand.

That was...a drop of blood.

Although it was small and not very eye-catching, he still noticed it.

As if it had accidentally splashed, he immediately looked at the ground under his right hand and found that it was clean, with only a little dust.

"When Meng Yumian died, he held a snatched eye in his hand. The hand holding the eyeball must be stained with blood."

No longer hesitating, Gao Yan took out his glass eyeballs and placed them in front of his left hand. He pressed his trembling voice and said, "I choose the left hand."

A stray wind blew in front of him, and he couldn't open his eyes, confused. Then, he heard a sound of "dongdong", and gradually moved away.

The glass eyes under my feet are gone.

The energy in Gao Yan's heart vented, and he slumped in place, unable to move.

Under the rain curtain, Jiang Cheng was hiding behind an iron shelf. Not long ago, he saw a red figure popping out of the equipment room.

But afterwards, the red figure seemed to perceive something, turned around again, and went back, and this time the footsteps were so light that they could even be covered by the sound of rain.

Jiang Cheng immediately figured it out. Someone must have hidden in the equipment room secretly thinking about the darkness under the light, and then was discovered. Meng Yumian killed a carbine.

Who will it be?

First of all, Fatty Huaiyi was ruled out, Wenliangshan even ran to the bathroom direction without daring to turn his head.

It wasn't like Shen Mengyun, and Wang Qi wouldn't be so stupid, so there was only high talk.

The darkness under the lamp...it fits the old guy's slippery character very well.

"Boom."

"Boom."

......

A red body image is like a zombie, leaving the equipment room hop and hop, this time from the 2nd floor, it jumped out 7, 8 meters in a straight jump.

Originally, Jiang Cheng was ready for Meng Yumian to come to him, but it didn't happen. Her stiff back went in another direction.

After the observation, Jiang Cheng noticed that Meng Yumian's course of action seemed to have been set in the morning, and she was searching along a fixed route.

After leaving the equipment room, I went directly to the bell tower.

When she came out of the equipment room for the first time, Meng Yumian also went towards the clock tower, but something went wrong in the middle, which caused her to return to look for Gao Yan.

Although the rain curtain blurred the scene around the playground, the red figure was an exception. Wang Qi was standing at the window of the clock tower, and the red figure was coming towards him.

There is not much fear in Wang Qi's eyes, he believes in his own judgment.

Soon, the sound of "dong dong" came from the stairs downstairs, and the speed was very fast.

It is a desperate ghost.

After hearing the sound, Wang Qi turned around, facing the door, crossed his legs, sat down slowly, then lowered his head, quietly waiting for the arrival of Meng Yumian.

"Crack—"

A small door at the top of the bell tower was pushed open.

"Boom."

In just one step, Meng Yumian jumped in front of him.

In the corner of the light, a pair of dancing shoes that were dyed red was dazzling red, and a little bit higher, they were a pair of wet, pale legs.

Just like Gao Yan's encounter, after being found, the next step is to play a guessing game.

Wang Qi made the choice almost instantly, "Left hand." He fiddled with the glass eyeballs in his hand, and when he handed it out, he seemed a little bit reluctant.

"Boom."

"Boom."

......

The beating sound faded away, and Wang Qi moved his body for a while, stood up, and walked down the bell tower.

When I passed a darkroom downstairs, I stopped. It looked like a cleaning staff's storage room. There were a few tools in it. There were cloth bags and plastic bags hanging on the wall.

Wang Qi smoothly took out a plastic bag from it, and after shaking it, it looked clean.

Cut out two holes easily, just put it on the head.

Jiangcheng is at the gate of the clock tower.

"If the hair is messed up, it won't look good." Wang Qi didn't seem to be surprised by Jiang Cheng's arrival. He straightened the plastic bag on his head ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and tore another one from the wall of the darkroom, facing Jiang Cheng. Swinging, "Are you here too?"

Staring at the black plastic bag that Wang Qi put on his head and the two eyes under the hole, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt familiar.

There was a guy who called himself Wei Jinting in the time when he got the door without the door in the safe apartment.

The two of them dressed... very similar.

They also feel dangerous.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Wang Qi smiled, not paying attention, knocking on his head and muttering to himself: "In my memory, there was someone who liked to do this too, that was a guy with a bad mouth. But I actually forgot his name, no, I really want to...it seems to have forgotten a lot of things."

For the first time, Jiang Cheng smelled a trace of melancholy from this guy.

When he was in contact with Wenliang Mountain before, Jiang Cheng also noticed that he seemed to remember some things vaguely, especially the bus that he got on.

There was a gap in their memory.