Nightmare Attack

No. 13 looked at the face opposite and nodded, "No. 2, leave me alone in the car.

Knowing that No. 13 needs an absolutely quiet environment to activate his ability, No. 2 stopped disturbing him, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked alone to a nearby street light.

The dim light stretched the shadow of No. 2, adding a sense of loneliness.

Seeing No. 2 leaving, No. 13 took a deep breath and was about to start.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of playing cards.

His expression became solemn, he clasped his hands together, held down the playing cards for a few seconds, and then scattered the cards on the chair beside him. He used a lot of force, but none of the cards fell to the ground.

The next second, a gust of wind blew in the closed car, and a white glove appeared out of thin air on No. 13's left hand.

This white glove seemed to have an indescribable magic power. The playing cards on the seat were manipulated from a distance and began to move in a strange state.

The playing cards shook and turned over one after another, until only one card was left facing away.

The flipped playing cards are neatly arranged around the last card.

If someone is observing carefully nearby, they will find that among the cards that have been turned over, there are 52 positive cards and 2 secondary cards.

And this also means that the card currently lying upside down on the seat is an extra one and does not belong to any card in this set.

Since the appearance of this card, the number 13 hole has gradually spread, and the whole person has taken on an extremely weird posture, as if he is on the verge of death.

At the same time, a figure was reflected in No. 13's eyes.

He was a tall man, exuding an astonishing aura. Near him, there was a thin layer of black mist. This mist was so weird that even light seemed unable to escape.

He is the number one who is proficient in the power of space.

He is also No. 13’s first suspect.

After completing the contract with the guy inside the door, No. 13 finally moved, and the white glove turned over the last card.

In an instant, No. 13's face became paler. The card showed a clown-like guy, but it was far more terrifying and grotesque than any known clown image.

The clown also wears a white glove on his right hand, but his left hand is bare.

It's very similar to the white glove on No. 13's left hand.

To be precise, the white glove on No. 13 was stolen from the clown.

The clown on the card stared out with malicious eyes, staring at the face of No. 13. The next second, the corners of the clown's mouth opened in an exaggerated manner, as if it had won the bet this time, and its body squirmed strangely, and then stretched out violently. Come out with your left hand.

An incredible scene happened. The hand actually came out of the cards and grabbed No. 13's wrist, as if trying to pull him into the cards.

This absurd and weird scene actually happened in reality.

"Well..." No. 13 frowned and veins popped up on his forehead. He was enduring great pain.

His hand was completely pulled into the cards, and with a crisp snap, his little finger was bitten off.

"Kacha."

"Kacha."

…

The clown in the card showed a satisfied smile, chewing constantly with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. A pair of malicious eyes stared at No. 13's face, as if waiting for the next delicious meal.

After all... one day, it will completely eat this delicious meal in front of it.

The first try, failed.

No. 1 is not the murderer of No. 10.

The clown in his sect has the ability to verify. As long as he imprints the suspect in his mind, and then uses the clown's ability, he can verify whether it is consistent with the figure that killed No. 10 not long ago.

This is a gamble, and you have to pay a price if you lose.

If they are consistent, then he wins, and everything is fine. If they are inconsistent, and he guessed wrong, then the clown wins, and the price is to eat a part of him.

Just start with his left hand.

Now that the suspicion of No. 1 has been eliminated, it is time to verify the next person.

No. 13's pale face was covered with cold sweat. He endured the pain and re-cast the cards, starting the second gambling game.

This time, the person he chose was No. 6, Chen Ran.

No. 13 definitely doesn't believe Chenran would betray Mr. and them for profit, but as strong as No. 6, he also has a fatal weakness. His weakness lies in No. 7.

If at a critical moment, the night watchman captures No. 7 and uses No. 7 to threaten him and ask him to kill No. 10, whether he will do it or not is something No. 13 can't guarantee.

The white gloves operate smoothly and gorgeously, giving people a sense of beauty like falling cherry blossoms.

But as the answer to the mystery is revealed, No. 13 sees the clown's joking face again, and the bloody scene is staged again. The clown pulls No. 13's hand into the world inside the door that belongs to him.

Blood was left on No. 13's hand, and it was covered with bite marks, which was too horrible to look at.

But I don’t know why, under such pain, a trace of relief appeared on No. 13’s face. This expression angered the clown in the card.

What it wants is despair, because only the prey of despair...is the most delicious.

"It's not No. 1, nor No. 6..." No. 13 raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were red, "It's really... very good."

Compared with the physical pain, he really couldn't bear it, and these two relatives took action against No. 10.

He didn't want to see what his family would look like after hearing the news.

Everyone will be sad.

The clown in the card is eager to try, staring at the face of No. 13 full of hatred and greed. It is very anxious and eager to start the next gamble. It will definitely have a full meal today before it is willing to give up.

Like a wolf that smells blood.

Whose turn is it next?

The original candidate for No. 13 was No. 8, or... No. 2, but just after he glanced outward, a sudden surge of emotion surged in his heart. No. 2 stood under the street lamp, and the dim light reflected his face. It flickers on and off.

No. 2 had his back turned to him, his body slightly hunched, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

For a moment, No. 13 suddenly felt like an asshole. Why would he doubt his family, No. 2, No. 6, No. 8, and even No. 1? They are all a family.

No. 1 once saved No. 3's life, so he will never harm No. 10.

Definitely not!

So the next target... No. 13 paused and turned to look at a building not far away. There... there was a guy named Wu.

Could it be him?

No. 13 is not sure.

But for the safety of No. 10, he must give it a try.

As the white glove appeared again, the car was once again enveloped in a strange atmosphere...

"boom!"

No. 2, who was secretly feeling sad, shook his body and turned around immediately. He saw the car door being pushed open, and No. 13, whose hands were still dripping with blood, stumbled out half of his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed in a low voice: "He, It's him!

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