Nightmare Attack

"You also think that dotting the eyes is a big pit, right?" Du Moyu thought subconsciously. Google search reading

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It has nothing to do with dotting the eyes. Didn't you pay attention to what the night watchman said just now? He only mentioned that red paint was used to paint the nails of the female paper man. Did he say what to use to paint the eyes of the male paper man?"

Du Moyu has a good memory. After recalling, he admitted: "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."

In this kind of task, NPCs will not make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that they can't dot the eyes of male paper men.

"So we can only choose to paint the nails of the female paper man." Because of his profession, Du Moyu's imagination ability is comparable to that of the fat man. In the dark room, he imagined himself squatting down and carefully painting the female paper man with bright red nails.

There were all kinds of paper men around, and then he looked up inadvertently. The female paper man was tilting her neck and looking at him affectionately. This scene was really exciting!

Du Moyu has never painted his girlfriend's nails.

As if thinking of something, Du Moyu quickly said: "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that some of the paper figures had dirty feet, with grass and dirt stuck on them.

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I noticed it too. These paper figures should be the ones that left footprints when they went to the mourning hall to carry the coffin last night.

"So if we accidentally pick these paper figures out this time, we'll be dead. Du Moyu's face was a little solemn. After a moment, Du Moyu quickly said: "I have a suggestion. Let's pick the paper figures that are hung up. We can see the feet of these paper figures. Pick the ones with clean feet, the female paper figures with clean feet!"

Du Moyu's suggestion was generally correct, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think things are that simple. Those female paper figures with clean feet might have some ghost things mixed in."

"Let's take it one step at a time." Du Moyu encouraged himself, "Anyway, we are not the first to go." "Jiang Cheng looked at Du Moyu, "How do you know?"

"Didn't you see the red line on the lot?" Du Moyu was a little surprised, "There are scales on the red line, and each person's is different. I think the one with the scale closest to the front goes first."

Jiang Cheng took out the lot he drew during the day and took a closer look. He found that there was indeed a row of inconspicuous scales on the side of the lot.

And his scale corresponds to the position of 3.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart "clicked". Oops, he was negligent.

He was still wondering what the order was for each of them to go from the third watch, and why the night watchman didn't reveal it.

"Not bad." Jiang Cheng's face was calm, and he looked at Du Moyu with a mysterious look of relief, "Your observation skills are still acceptable, and your novel should be barely acceptable. I'll give you a rocket when you go out.

Du Moyu scratched his head embarrassedly and reminded quietly: "We are not called Rocket, but Alliance Leader."

"It's the same." Jiang Cheng skipped the topic and asked: "Which one are you going to?"

Du Moyu took out his stick and showed it to Jiang Cheng: "I am the 5th, the last one."

"The last one feels more dangerous, so you should be more careful." Jiang Cheng thought of what happened to Pang Xiaofeng last night. If Yu Chengmu hadn't intervened, the last person to die would have been A Biao.

"Thank you for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I have the confidence to survive."

"By the way, I also saw their order. Zhang Junyu was the first, A Biao was the second, and as for Zhou Qing, he was too far away from me, I didn't see him." Du Moyu was a little regretful.

Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu on the shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is the 4th."

"Did you see it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment and felt that it was better not to hit him. He was not stupid, but his mind was too simple and confused. "I guess so." Jiang Cheng responded.

The two discussed the paper figurine mission for tonight for a while, and two core issues were highlighted by them. The first was the missing woman that Jiang Cheng had been thinking about, that is, the wife of Manager Zhou.

According to the village chief, they searched the entire village, but did not find the woman, nor did they find the woman in the river. The village chief and the man who led the way were intentionally or unintentionally infiltrating the situation that the woman was at home.

Considering that their target tonight was the female paper figurine, Jiang Cheng's ominous premonition became more prominent.

The second was the words of the night watchman after he left, "Be careful of the candles."

During their entire conversation, the night watchman did not mention anything related to fire. Before leaving, he suddenly said this, which made people confused.

Could it be that they would encounter something related to candles tonight, or a situation?

As the night deepened, Zhang Junyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he asked him to rest and keep watch by himself.

Jiang Cheng declined his kindness. Zhang Junyu was not a fat man, and he could not trust him.

Time passed by minute by minute, Zhang Junyu was bored, walking around the room, and moving some things from time to time.

Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing, Zhang Junyu touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and replied that he was accumulating materials. Many inspirations for his supernatural novels came from missions, which is why many readers follow him, because they are real enough.

As he was talking, the sound of knocking on the clapper sounded, as if it came from a far away place. The sound was not crisp, but also had a dying smell.

It also painted a dangerous background for tonight's mission map.

Jiang Cheng looked at the door and whispered: "Du Moyu is about to start."

"Open the door to hell, there will be death or no life!" Zhang Junyu cursed viciously, but he still remembered what happened to Pang Xiaofeng.

On the other side, Du Moyu, who heard the sound of bangs, took a deep breath, opened the door, glanced at the house where Jiang Cheng was located, then turned and walked towards the papermaker's house that he remembered during the day.

The night was dark, and there was an unusual silence in the whole village.

There were no birds chirping or the mournful chirping of autumn insects, and everyone in the village seemed to be dead.

Du Moyu suddenly had an unfounded guess as to whether everyone in the village was really dead. The villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figures.

At night, when the villagers return home, the real body of the paper man will be revealed.

"Da da da."

He walked stiffly along the dirt road in the village.

When he arrived at the door of the papermaker's house, a faint light shone in front of his feet.

It's the Bagua mirror.

Du Moyu took a deep breath, cleared his distracting thoughts, and stepped through the door.

Although he had been here during the day, Du Moyu still walked around the house complexly, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood. He also thought about the problem that Jiang Cheng thought of, that the missing woman had not yet been found.

Who knows if she will come back, but now she is hiding in the house.

What Song Zhenning was even more worried about was whether the woman at this moment was still a human being.