Nightmare Attack

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Soon, the person in charge of the lottery was selected. Group 1, Miao Qing, and Group 3, Jiang Zhao, were the leaders of each group. Just when everyone thought that Group 2 would send Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng shook his head. , looked at the fat man and said, "It's time for the organization to need you."

"Oh, good." The fat man nodded and walked out.

Mu Wanming found a crumpled piece of paper out of nowhere, then tore out three strips of similar size, and took out a pen. Just as she was about to make a mark on it, she was interrupted by Miao Qing.

"Let's do it." Miao Qing's tone was very polite, but his eyes were full of distrust towards Jiang Zhao and the others.

"Just follow Mr. Miao." Jiang Zhao took the pen and paper with a smile, handed it to Miao Qing, and explained by the way: "Some of the previous unpleasant things were because I was fascinated by ghosts, and there will be no next time. If I can cooperate sincerely with everyone, I will show everyone’s sincerity.”

"We very much hope to see Mr. Jiang's sincerity. Everyone's goal is the same, and they all want to live." Seeing that Jiang Zhao has given the steps, Miao Qing is also willing to continue. After all, the task has not officially begun. At this time It's too ugly and it's not good for anyone.

Jiang Zhao nodded kindly when he heard the words, and then looked at Jiang Cheng. He knew that this person was the core of the two groups and the most difficult one to deal with. "Jiang Xiaoyou..."

"You can live through tonight and then talk about other things." Jiang Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to him. This person can change the name of someone else as soon as he comes up. He even sells his teammates when he is in danger. To expect him to cooperate sincerely, it is better to believe that Fatty will fly.

"Ah!" Fatty sneezed suddenly.

Jiang Zhao's face turned red and white, although he still had that kind smile on his face, it was just a little distorted.

Bai Xiaojie first carefully checked each note, and after finding no problems, she used a pen to lightly tick one of the notes, and then folded the three notes into small squares. On the ground, "Because I prepared it, the two of you will draw first." Everyone understood that Bai Xiaojie's move was to avoid suspicion.

Jiang Zhao looked around the three squares for a few seconds, then reached out and took one, but he didn't open it on the spot, but looked at Miao Qing and Fatty while holding the note, apparently waiting for them to be together.

"Brother Wang." Miao Qing looked at Fatty and reminded, "It's your turn."

"What are you dawdling at, hurry up!" Mu Wanming rubbed her arms, she felt very bad here, she would rather go into the room and stay than stand in the corridor.

It was already dark outside, and there was a shadow at the end of the corridor, as if something was standing in the shadows.

The fat man squatted in front of the remaining two notes and grabbed one without hesitation.

Miao Qing picked up the last one, but before he could open it, he saw Fatty spread the opened note on the ground, scratched his head, and said in a simple, honest and somewhat embarrassed manner, "That...I got it."

A tick is drawn on the unfolded note.

Now even Huai Yi can see some signs. Brother Fugui doesn't seem to be very good in Crimson, and his ability has not been shown for the time being. How can I describe it? He is like Crimson's mascot, with flexibility. And the lucky value is ridiculously high.

And this kind of breath seems to be able to infect the people around him. During the time he was with Fatty Jiangcheng, the door in his body became much quieter, and he even felt cured.

"Wang Xiaoyou's luck is really good." Jiang Zhao praised in different voices.

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"I would like to admit defeat." Miao Qing put away the note and stood up.

For the time being, there were no three connected doors. Jiang Cheng chose two rooms next to each other for Fatty Huai Yi. Jiang Cheng lived across from them. If something went wrong, he could easily take care of them.

Soon, everyone had chosen a room. Miao Qing took the initiative to take on one of the two doors that were suspected to have problems, while Jiang Zhao's group continued to draw lots until Mu Wanming walked out with a look of resentment. Obviously, She won.

Just as Mu Wanming took a deep breath, he opened the remaining door that was suspected to be problematic, and when he was about to walk in, an old voice sounded, "Wanming." Jiang Zhao walked over quickly, "For the teacher and you. Change it." He pursed his lower lip slightly, and a rare sincerity flashed in his eyes.

Mu Wanming was stunned for a moment, "Master..."

Jiang Zhao patted her arm and said with a wry smile, "Come on, you don't have much experience, so let's pass this door for you."

"Thank you, master." Mu Wanming went to Jiang Zhao's original door. The door had been opened by Jiang Zhao, revealing a black gap. She was overjoyed and moved, but the master still thought of herself.

Ouyang Huanbin snorted and then entered his room.

This room in Jiangcheng is not big, and the layout is very simple. It is like a hotel, with a bed, a table and a chair with armrests near the window. The window is very narrow and the lighting is poor.

Jiang Cheng tried it, and the window could only be opened about 1/5 of the way, and then it got stuck, and no one could get through the gap. Here, his first reaction was to prevent the people in this room from escaping.

With this idea in mind, he began to check the room in a targeted manner. The lights in the room flickered on and off, and the lighting provided was very limited. After Jiang Cheng found a few candles in the drawer, the situation was slightly better.

He continued rummaging in the drawer and found a few more pieces of cloth and a box of nails.

When he was moving the chair, he found that the chair was surprisingly heavy. After careful observation, he unexpectedly found that it was an iron chair with a layer of wood-colored paint on it. In a dim environment, it was impossible to find it without touching it.

And the front end of the armrest of the chair~www.readwn.com~ still has traces left by repeated friction,

Next, he found scratches on the lower part of the chair legs, which were concentrated on the two front legs of the chair, but not on the back two.

Slowly, a picture emerged in Jiang Cheng's mind. Someone was once trapped in this iron chair, with their hands and feet fixed. They should have used iron handcuffs and shackles.

And these traces are left by people's constant struggle.

His fingers rubbed the scratches, and for a moment, he seemed to be able to feel the pain and despair of the people at that time.

Where exactly is this place?

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but stand up and looked strangely in the direction of the corridor. Could it be that these rooms are used to imprison people. This was not a residence before, but a prison for imprisoning prisoners?

But there is no reason why the prison should be arranged as carefully as the downstairs, and the overall layout of the building is not the same.

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