Nightmare Attack

Not return......

Lost in the memory, he unconsciously burnt the match, the light of the fire beating like candle beans, the smoke diffused, and it was blurred before his eyes like a dream.

The past comes to mind a little bit.

Faces that were broken, painful, or frightened lingered in front of him.

The ragged people knelt helplessly in front of him, crying and wailing, begging the man in front of them to let them make a living.

Zhou Taifu enjoys this feeling very much.

Holding the power of life and death, as high as a god, mortals are only worthy to crawl under their feet and pray in a low voice.

In the next second, gunfire gushing out, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the skin, and the sound of the flesh falling to the ground...

Pleasant, like the sound of nature.

"Um...cough...cough cough..."

Zhou Taifu's pupils shrank suddenly and coughed violently.

The picture in the memory was full of cracks like a spider web, and then suddenly shattered. He stared at the half-burned smoke in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The familiar taste spreads in the nasal cavity...

Sang Jiji!

No, it's dead grass!

Dead grass is added to this cigarette! !

This is not the rainforest of Southeast Asia, how could it...how could it be... there is such a thing?

Just when he was in extreme panic, there was a flash of light in the aftermath.

In the position close to the wall.

Like a ghost, he seemed to have received some guidance, raised his leg, and walked over step by step.

When I squatted down, I realized that it was a piece of wrinkled wallpaper.

The wall paper was damp, causing one corner to tilt up, exposing the reflective objects behind it.

He stretched out his hand and slowly and slowly uncovered the wallpaper.

Behind... is a huge mirror.

He is almost a half tall.

The width is unclear, but it is a lot more than the height.

Because of the damp, there was a hazy cloud of water in front of the mirror.

Zhou Taifu looked at the unclear self in the mirror, and suddenly felt a strange feeling for no reason.

In a hurry, he looked away.

In the corner of the mirror, there are a few sheets of note paper pasted.

He stood up, reached out and lifted it off.

There are words on the back of the paper, and the font is beautiful, and I guess it is a well-behaved and quiet girl when I look at it.

This is the diary of a girl.

It's just not clear why it was hidden here.

He looked over one by one, slowly, his speed was getting faster and faster, and his entire face changed accordingly.

After reading the last line of the last page, Zhou Taifu's gaze stayed on the signature at the bottom right, his pupils suddenly jumped.

"Chen Yao..."

Although Zhou Taifu had never heard of this name, the things recorded in the diary combined with the clues he had already mastered were enough to make him piece together most of the plot.

The answer...has been revealed for the most part.

Just when he turned around excitedly and informed Yu Wen that he had found a clue for the clearance, he suddenly realized that he did not know when it started, and his back became silent.

He immediately turned around.

It was dark into the eyes.

The light from Yu Wen's phone...is gone.

He turned to look at the position in front of the door, Feng Lan also turned off the phone.

In a huge music classroom, he seems to be the only one left now.

He didn't call the names of either of them, but made a decisive decision, quickly bent down, and at the same time extinguished the miniature flashlight in his hand.

He held his breath and also lived in the darkness.

Something must have happened, and there was a bit of coldness on his forehead, he was sure.

Feng Lan didn't know, but there were only two possible reasons for Yu Wen to turn off the phone.

First, she found an anomaly nearby, most likely a ghost, she turned off her phone to hide herself.

Second, he jerked his heart abruptly, maybe... Yu Wen is already dead.

But no matter what, one thing is certain, the ghost...must be nearby.

"Crunch—"

The sudden rubbing sound made his scalp numb.

The sound was extremely close, and it would not be more than 5 meters away from him.

He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and his gaze slowly swept across the faint darkness around him.

no.

nor......

Where did this sound come from?

until--

"Crunch—"

His figure was startled suddenly, this time he could hear it clearly, this strange sound came from...behind him! !

But isn't it a mirror behind you?

He turned around slowly mechanically, as if giving himself time to adjust, his eyes protruding in the mirror, his face was pale, and he was obviously terrified.

Although terrible, he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed himself.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Yu Guang glanced inadvertently and noticed a dark shadow behind him in the mirror.

Sombra's position is much higher than his own.

"Crunch—"

The shadow shook slightly, and Taifu could see it clearly next week.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets, his mouth was wide open, but he could no longer make a sound.

That is a corpse.

The corpse whose neck was strangled by a rope and hung from the ceiling! !

The corpse wore white ballet shoes on his feet, the back of the instep was taut, and the toes were facing down.

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air in the silent and confined space, blowing the corpse gently, and the rope hanging the corpse made a familiar rubbing sound.

"Crunch—"

After a sound, the entire music classroom fell silent again.

......

The sky was dark.

There are not many street lights on campus, only one is far apart, and the light from each can only radiate a small area around it.

Under the street lamp, two figures walked side by side.

"Doctor," the fat man said with a tangled face, hesitantly: "Can you believe what Li Yanwei said?"

Jiang Cheng replied without hesitation: "No."

Fatty's footsteps startled, and the look in Jiang Cheng's eyes became strange.

He originally thought that Jiang Cheng would say that only a part of it was credible, or half-truth, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to veto it completely.

"Please start your performance," the fat man said sincerely.

While rushing, Jiang Cheng stretched out four fingers, shook it, and said, "Four points."

"Wait!" The fat man hurriedly called to stop ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and then rummaged through his pockets, and finally drew out a notebook and a pen, then pulled out the cap of the pen, opened the notebook, and said to Jiang Chengdao afterwards: "Go ahead, doctor."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man who was about to take notes, and let out a "tsk".

"First of all--" Jiang Cheng filled the long voice. The fat man really felt that Jiang Cheng had the posture of his teacher in public classes in elementary school. "10 years ago, Li Yanwei was just a student. Even if it is, I can help Chen Yao transfer. Who does she think she is? Is the school run by her family?"

"Secondly, the golden content of the anniversary celebration is self-evident. Is it a solo dance or whether to add a partner? Can this kind of thing really be decided by Chen Yao, a freshman who has just entered the school for a few months?"

While listening, the fat man scribbled in his notebook. Some of them didn't understand well and didn't interrupt Jiang Cheng. He made a mark next to him, ready to ask again after class.

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