Nightmare Attack

"It stands to reason that it was normal to run a few workers at that time. Some of them were odd jobs from the local area. But it's because these people have already done almost the job, but they haven't paid yet."

After hearing the appearance of these people and their behavior, Jiang Cheng probably determined their identities.

It's the night watchman.

Since they have appeared here, it means that a supernatural event has indeed occurred here, and it seems to be the trickier one.

Time is running out, they have been here long enough, Jiang Cheng worried that Huai Yi could not handle it alone.

"The curator." Jiang Cheng asked: "Listening to what you just said, these missing workers won't have an accident, right?"

Director Zhou sighed and looked at him with a look that you were right. "Later, we didn’t know what these people did, because we were not allowed to approach. A large area around was blocked, and there was still At night, there are policemen on duty."

"But I later heard people say that these people in black went in that night, and then in the early hours of the morning, people started to come out one after another."

"Adding the front and back together, they carried a total of 10 corpses out of it."

Hearing that there were 10 corpses, Jiang Cheng keenly noticed something wrong, because according to what the curator Zhou said before, there should be only a few missing workers.

Is the rest

"You are right." Curator Zhou exhaled, as if a big rock in his heart fell to the ground, with a trace of regret in his tone, "Some of the corpses belonged to the missing workers, and the remaining corpses, yes. Those in black."

As if he was reluctant to talk more about this topic, Director Zhou turned his head and changed his tone of voice: "After daybreak, the people in black are gone. They should have left. The police handed over a drawing to the construction team and said yes. Follow the drawing above."

"As a result, from that day on, the police had been sending people to stare at the construction until it was completed."

After speaking, Director Zhou raised his finger and pointed around, "The screens and walls you see now are all laid out in accordance with that drawing."

Jiang Cheng nodded and looked in the direction of Curator Zhou's fingers. Some of the previous doubts were answered, "No wonder, it always feels strange to come in."

"Some people say that the original Feng Shui here is not good. Those who came here were Feng Shui masters and changed the Feng Shui here." Curator Zhou looked a little confused, "I heard from the older generation that changing Feng Shui is going against the sky. , Is going to suffer retribution, maybe those people in black are"

Director Zhou did not say the rest, but shook his head.

"That's right." Director Zhou seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and continued: "The few words that the man left on the mirror, we also figured out part of it in the end."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up and he immediately asked: "What do you mean?"

Curator Zhou frowned and recalled: "The method is right, the book, it came out, failed, only, try, try, heart, corrosion, the devil, there is no time."

"This is a very old language, and we can only do this." Curator Zhou explained, seemingly regretful.

"Thank you, curator, I just listened to it." Jiang Cheng said naturally: "By the way, after that man died, how did he deal with the things he left in the Folk Museum?"

"Oh, you said those exhibits were pulled away by loading cars. As for where they ended up, I don't know."

"That's it." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Crunch"

The door was opened, Wu Qing came in with two cups of milk tea, "Thank you, senior sister." Jiang Cheng smiled and took the milk tea, then picked a cup from the inside and threw it to the fat man.

Wu Qing had already returned, and it was inconvenient to say some things, so Jiang Cheng got up and said goodbye.

Director Zhou also went out to send them off, and said along the way that he didn't know why he would tell them this, maybe he was old.

After leaving the library, the fat man approached while drinking milk tea, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, why did the curator tell us so much this week? There is no fraud in this, right?"

"Also, I don't feel right about Wu Qing, weird, will there be a problem too?"

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who was also sucking milk tea, stopped.

Immediately afterwards, his face became ugly, the corners of his mouth tightened, he stopped drinking the milk tea, and stared down at the milk tea cup, his fingers trembling slightly.

Fatty slowly widened his eyes, and the milk tea in his mouth no longer fragrant in an instant.

"Fuck, milk tea is poisonous?!" He directly threw the milk tea in his hand 5 meters away.

The next second, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng squirming his lips, spitting out a few pearl beans in the milk tea, and then he took the straw and started to **** and drink the milk tea.

"It's really tasteless to actually put pearl beans." The fat man heard Jiang Cheng beep softly.

The fat man turned his head and looked at the milk tea that he had thrown out like a grenade on the ground, thinking that it would not be easy for the doctor to live such a big life.

But he can live to the present, thanks to the doctor's cover, so he walked up very invisible, "Doctor, what do you think of the foreign man described by Director Zhou?"

"The state of his body when it was found was the same as Xiaolin and Xiaoting. They were killed by the same thing." Jiang Cheng said casually.

"It's stalking ghosts!" The fat man got a cold back.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded, "And did you notice that the secret room described by Director Zhou is very similar to our restored activity center warehouse."

"There are also several chairs, and there is a mirror on the wall. I think there should be a hexagram on the floor of the warehouse, but it was wiped off."

"Yuan Xiaoyi, as well as that foreign man, did the same thing."

The fat man nodded repeatedly and touched his chin~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and said in a weird tone: "Doctor, they all seem to be performing a certain kind of ritual."

"Yes, and this ritual is related to stalking ghosts." Jiang Cheng recalled: "The method is correct, the book, it came out, failed, only tried, tried, heart, corrosion, the devil, there is no time."

The fat man blinked his eyes and said in a regretful tone: "This is what the man left behind in the mirror. It's a pity that it's too scattered, otherwise."

"The method in the book is not wrong, but I don't have time. I can only try my best and I failed." Jiang Cheng's tone changed in an instant, "It came out."

The cold language came out of his mouth, like the oldest aphorism, with an indescribable weirdness.

The fat man's upper and lower teeth were trembling. I don't know why. Hearing these words, a gray and gloomy picture flashed before his eyes, just like a medieval prophecy.

"It's coming out." The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, his pupils contracted: "Who is it? What is that stalking ghost?"

Jiang Cheng put down the milk tea, pondered for a moment, "Heart, corrosion, devil" He tilted his head to look at the fat man, and said softly, "Heart-corrupted devil."