Nightmare Attack

Fortunately, one end of this music classroom is stepped, and the overflowing water only stays under the first step.

As they walked up the stairs, they finally said goodbye to the weird feeling of stepping in the water.

That pattering sound is going to drive them crazy.

Zhou Taifu shook the water from his shoes and stared at the surroundings, his voice involuntarily lowered, "This place is too big. If you want to search all over, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Try searching first, if you don't find anything," Yu Wen didn't want to separate.

Standing in their place and looking around, the darkness swallowed almost everything here, and everything was shrouded in haziness.

The two started from the far left.

There were piles of equipment there, which were supposed to be used during rehearsals, and it was troublesome to move them back and forth, so they simply stayed here.

When I thought that in less than 30 hours, they would be here at midnight to participate in the third rehearsal. The movements of the two of them accelerated a lot.

After a simple search, nothing special was found.

The two continued to walk in. Fortunately, in addition to the mobile phone in Yu Wen's hand that could illuminate, Zhou Taifu also borrowed a miniature flashlight from Feng Lan.

Feng Lan untied it from the keychain.

The light is not strong, it can only radiate a short distance, but it is better than nothing.

Zhou Taifu moved his steps cautiously. There were many wires laid on the ground, which were colorful. At first glance, they looked like a web of spider spirits in a silk hole.

He tried his best to keep his steps high and avoid stumbling on the line.

Ten minutes passed, and the two only searched a small area. At this rate, they would never have time to withdraw before dark.

"No," Zhou Taifu straightened up, "we spread out a bit, so that the range can be larger."

Yu Wen had no better way to see her appearance, so she nodded and said, "Then you should be more careful, and call me if you encounter a situation," she said seriously, "There are too many obstacles here, some can block the vision, Be careful when you go to such a place."

Zhou Taifu nodded, "Okay, we stay within 10 meters."

Just when Zhou Taifu was about to turn around and search on the other side, Yu Wen suddenly shouted in the direction of the door: "Miss Feng!"

After a long while

"Miss Yu," Feng Lan's response came from the door, but from her voice, Feng Lan was obviously terrified, "Please hurry up, it's so dark here."

Yu Wen felt more relieved when she heard Feng Lan's reply. She gestured to Zhou Taifu, and the latter left.

Go to the other side to search.

But there is always a gap between ideal and reality. The two of them are racing against time, slowly and weirdly ignoring the distance between them, causing the distance between them to become farther and farther.

The weird and inexplicable atmosphere gradually eroded them, they became more and more impatient, and their movements became a lot more irritable.

Zhou Taifu rolled up his sleeves and moved out a cabinet that might seem to be problematic, but the final result showed that he was thinking too much.

The cabinet was extremely clean and there was nothing.

The same goes for the gap under the cabinet.

"Crunch—"

A sudden rubbing sound caught the attention of the panting Zhou Taifu. He turned his head and looked around. There was nothing unusual except for the flashing light of Yu Wen's phone on the other side.

"What sound?" He frowned.

"Crunch—"

As if playing hide-and-seek with him, he heard another sound as soon as he bent down.

This made him almost horrified.

It's not the harsh rubbing sound of the old door shaft being pushed, it's the rope, like it will break in the next second because of embarrassment.

As a former mercenary, assassination is also one of the skills that must be mastered.

He once strangled a betrayer with a rope himself, and the rope made this noise when the man was dying.

He did not act immediately, but faced Yu Wen's direction and asked in a loud voice: "Did you hear anything?"

The lights over there flickered, and then Yu Wen's voice came, "No."

Her voice was calm, Zhou Taifu couldn't help letting out a long sigh.

"Save your snacks," he looked around, reminding his companions at the same time.

It was darker here than before, and now only dark shadows remained where the outline could be seen.

Zhou Taifu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which he brought along when he bought soy milk early in the morning.

He is not addicted to tobacco, but has an unspeakable obsession.

Originated from mosquitoes that wreak havoc in the dense forests of Southeast Asia.

The veterans there smoked their own rolled tobacco with ground leaves of a plant.

It's refreshing to take a sip, and you won't get tired if you don't close your eyes all day and night.

He once asked the veteran the name of the plant, but Lao Ming, with his burnt yellow teeth, told him with a smile that it was called Sang Ji Ji in their local area.

There is also a name called Dead Man Cao.

This grass is weird. It grows in the mud where a large number of corpses are buried, and it only grows in places where fresh corpses are buried.

The veteran grabbed his arm with a callused hand and said that he had seen it with his own eyes that the grass had come out of the arm of a dead person.

At that time, Zhou Taifu was an exciting spirit.

First, a small bud, and then a little bit of nutrients are removed from the flesh and blood, and finally the plant is 20 cm tall.

Blood red blood red.

You can see it far away.

"It's human flesh and blood in it," the veteran smiled, curled up his mud legs in straw sandals, and stared into the distance.

There was something in his eyes that Zhou Taifu couldn't understand.

"Baby," the veteran didn't look at him, his voice was as rough as grit and smoked a cigarette all year round, "Listen to my persuasion, let's go, leave here while you can go, go wherever you want, never never return."

"But I only took half of my commission," Zhou Taifu said, as if he could not bear to interrupt the veteran's thoughts. He half-coaxed and half-comforted and said: "I will stop after I finish this ticket, go home and get married, and live a peaceful life. go with."

The veteran also seemed to see his prevarication, and after sighing, he stopped talking.

The rough homemade cigarette flared between his fingers, and the flame was as bright as blood, and after a sip, the whole nasal cavity was full of sweet smell of blood.

The veteran finished smoking a cigarette, patted his butt, and left without greeting him, carrying the Aka 47 rifle whose handguard had been broken several times.

His trousers were dirty and could not see the color. One end of his trousers was rolled up, and the other end was dripping directly under his feet, stepping on the muddy water, making a "click" sound.

Just when Zhou Taifu was about to get up and leave, he inadvertently found out that there was a stone in the position where the veteran was sitting cross-legged.

No~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He took a closer look, it was not an ordinary stone.

That is a monument.

The stele is also inscribed with local characters.

He is relatively unfamiliar with local scripts, so he can only squint his eyes and recognize word by word——

"Those with blood on their hands will not return."

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