Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng didn't answer, he knew that what he was about to hear next was really useful.

"During the building renovation process, a worker accidentally found a secret room after removing a heavy cabinet."

"There is a strangely shaped candlestick in the secret room, with white candles inserted in it, forming a very strange shape."

"Later we learned that that shape is called a six-pointed star."

"There is also a chair on each corner of the six-pointed star, and a dark red flannel is hung on the wall facing the chair."

"After the worker uncovered the cloth, there was a large mirror behind it. It was about the height of a person. The black solid wood frame looked very heavy."

When he heard the mirrors hanging on the wall and the chairs placed around him, the first thing Jiang Cheng thought of was the warehouse in the activity center.

The arrangement of the two is almost the same, both of them seem to be performing some kind of ritual.

He felt that they were getting closer and closer to the strange source.

Speaking of this, Director Zhou’s expression became more solemn, and the eyes looking at Jiang Cheng became weird, and even a little scared, "This is not the weirdest. The workers and workers also found some other things in that secret room. thing."

"What is it?" Jiang Cheng asked softly, he didn't want to press too tightly, worrying about irritating this good library director.

"Corps." Curator Zhou tightened his collar subconsciously, and his voice was different from before. "It's not an adult, it's all the corpses of some babies."

"Soaked in a glass jar is the kind of glass jar used in the Medical Exhibition Hall." Curator Zhou tried to explain to Jiang Cheng, "Many, many. I heard that there are dozens of them, large and small. There are fetuses in various periods. ."

"Those glass jars are placed on the shelf next to each other. It is said that the oldest fetus has grown a lot of hair."

Curator Zhou's words quickly formed a picture in the fat man's mind. Fetuses of various sizes were up and down in the glass jar, and one or two mischievously opened their eyes suddenly, as if to say hello to him.

After the fat man shivered, he lifted his chair and leaned against Jiang Cheng again.

"Where did the most advanced worker have seen this? With a flash of his flashlight, he was terrified at the time, and he ran out stumblingly and directly called the police."

"Later there was news from the police that after inspection, these babies had lost their vital signs before they were made into specimens."

"In other words, they are all dead babies."

"But there is a problem with the source. It was the foreigner who secretly bought it from a nearby maternity and infant hospital through illegal transactions."

"After the police came, they checked the secret room carefully and heard that a lot of mess was found inside."

"Weirdly shaped silverware, some bottles and jars with unknown things, the rest are books, a lot of books."

"Anyway, it's like a small research room inside."

"With the deepening of the police investigation, they unexpectedly discovered that the identity of this foreign man is also problematic."

"The identity he used is fake. The person who called his name died many years ago. He was an imposter."

"After mastering these tangible evidence, the police quickly rushed to the hospital."

"But this man has been in a coma since the last incident, and the doctor said he was not sure when he would wake up."

"The police have no choice but to tell the doctor that as soon as the patient shows signs of awakening, he will notify them immediately."

"Unexpectedly, that night, when the nurse on duty was rounding the ward, she suddenly found that the man was missing. The hospital had been searching all night, but no one was found."

Curator Zhou sighed and looked at Jiang Cheng with a deep look, "The next day, the man was found here, in that secret room."

"When it was found, the man was already dead."

"Dead again" The fat man showed a **** expression on how he ended up like this again.

"Again?" Curator Zhou turned his head suspiciously, looking at the fat man's big face, with strange words written all over his face.

Just as the Fatty looked nervous and Jiang Cheng was thinking quickly about how to make it up for Fatty, Director Zhou's next sentence interrupted all their thoughts.

"How do you know that there is more than one dead person?" Curator Zhou stared at the fat man in surprise.

Fatty: "I"

"He guessed it." Jiang Cheng hurriedly turned off the topic, and said with a serious face: "The curator, besides this man, is there anyone else who has had an accident?"

Director Zhou looked at the fat man up and down again with weird eyes, perhaps because he was dumbfounded, not like someone who could hide things, so he let him go, turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, and said in a low voice. : "Don't interrupt me, just listen to me."

"This man died in the secret room, but he was in his state at the time of death." Curator Zhou paused, tightening his lips and said, "It's weird."

"He is lying in the middle of the secret room, with his feet facing the mirror, without any injuries on his body, his eyes closed, his face is peaceful, his hands are stacked on his abdomen, and a large silver cross is pressed under his hands. , The whole person looks like he is asleep."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's pupils trembled slightly, and the fat man took a breath. They were not unfamiliar with this way of death.

Xiao Ting, and Xiao Lin last night, they were all like this when their bodies were found, even their bodies were still hot.

"Later, people found a few lines near the mirror. They didn't have it before. It should have been left by this man."

"We looked at teachers who understand foreign languages ​​at the school, but they said they didn't understand and didn't know each other. Later, they photographed them and sent them to several old professors at the Dajing City Research Institute. I begged them to help."

"Unexpectedly" Curator Zhou shook his head~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Now it's frying. "

"A few days later, one early morning, there was a group of people, about a dozen, all wearing that black trench coat and black leather shoes, led by a gray-haired middle-aged man, and the others were 20 years old. Young man in his early days."

"I didn't say hello to us before I came, so I drove all the construction workers out and took over the scene."

"The police are also at the scene, helping them to maintain order."

"Then I don't know if I heard any news, and I started to count the workers one by one as soon as I got up."

"At that time, due to the rush to the construction period, several floors were constructed at the same time. The total number of workers for each project was 100 people. It was very difficult to manage."

"But with this statistics, everyone is dumbfounded." Curator Zhou hesitated for a few seconds before whispering: "A few people are missing."

"The person in charge of the on-site construction was immediately stunned. He hesitated and explained that I saw them yesterday afternoon. Why did they disappear every other night?"