Nightmare Attack

"You have really made progress if you can see through the disguises of these ghosts. Jiang Cheng pretended to sincerely praise the fat man, looking into his eyes, waiting for any flaws that might be revealed.

The fat man's face became embarrassed after hearing this. He looked around and found that no one was paying attention, so he lowered his voice and said, "Doctor, it's not what you think. All of this... it seems to be a coincidence."

Jiang Cheng became interested after hearing this and motioned for him to continue.

After organizing his words, Fatty sighed. His experience was similar to Jiang Cheng's. He also woke up in a cell underground at the Roman Hotel. When he woke up, he met all his teammates he knew.

But unlike Jiang Cheng, Fatty not only didn't notice anything was wrong with these people, on the contrary, he got along with them and was moved to tears, feeling that this was a sure thing.

After they got the key, they went to find the room, but when they passed the mirror at the corner of the stairs, the fat man who was singing with Jiangcheng Du Moyu's arms did not pay attention to his steps. One of them failed to step firmly, and his feet slipped. People fell towards the mirror.

Just when the fat man thought he was going to smash the mirror and be scratched into a big face by the fragments, a strange feeling came. The mirror actually broke like water. When he opened his eyes again, he had passed through the mirror and came to another world.

This world is also the Roman Hotel, but it is just a hotel after a fire. The surrounding wooden structures were burned beyond recognition.

Before he could be frightened, the scene in front of him through the mirror almost made him collapse. In the mirror, Jiangcheng Du Moyu and his teammates had completely changed, turning into burnt black corpses.

Until now, Fatty couldn't figure out when his teammates were replaced.

If someone else told him this, Jiang Cheng wouldn't believe it to death. This was too ridiculous. But Fatty was different. When Jiang Cheng recalled his incredible luck, he couldn't tell the truth from the lie for a moment.

"Were you the first to wake up?" Jiang Cheng changed the subject.

The fat man shook his head and whispered, with some weirdness in his tone, "No, I am the second one, the person sitting there... is the first one."

Following the fat man's line of sight, Jiang Cheng looked towards the long wooden table. Around the wooden table, three people were sitting. The light from the kerosene lamp reflected the three people's faces in and out.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown and gold-rimmed glasses.

An old man wearing white training clothes with white hair and beard.

Next to the old man, there was a young girl, about 14 or 5 years old, wearing a Lolita-style retro court dress, white high socks, and a pair of square-top black leather shoes.

The first impression it gives is that of a well-behaved lolita, but this set is completely useless for an old Jianghu like Jiang Cheng. After all, no one knows whether the inside is black or not before it is cut open.

What’s even stranger is that the girl’s left eye is covered with a piece of black cloth, whether it’s an injury or a physical defect. She looks a bit like the one-eyed pirate in the movie.

His eyes lingered on the middle-aged man in a long gown, the old man in white training uniform, and the loli girl with an eye patch. To be honest, Jiang Cheng couldn't see through these three people.

"Which one of the three is it?" Jiang Cheng asked softly.

"That girl, the girl with the blindfold." The fat man replied.

The fat man's ability to clear the illusion was entirely due to luck. As for why this girl was faster than the fat man, Jiang Cheng couldn't figure it out. If it was also luck, it would be fine. If there was something else... Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and showed a hint of caution, then it would be worth it. Thought deeply.

During this period of time, people woke up one after another. Because everyone was an experienced veteran, there was no panic. The atmosphere of silence spread, and everyone was taking the time to think.

Finally, someone sighed, "No need to wait any longer, it's just us." It was a man wearing a security uniform, with dark skin and a fine stubble.

Hearing this, someone walked over to those who were still lying on the ground, squatted down, and tried one by one. Finally, they slowly stood up and said, "They are not breathing. They are dead."

There were a total of 6 corpses on the ground, which meant that the illusion of the Roman Hotel had eliminated 6 companions.

Now there are only 12 people left.

One-third of the people were eliminated directly at the first level, and you can imagine the difficulties later.

A neatly dressed man in a suit and ties stood up, looked around, and said in a gentle tone: "No offense, everyone, let's get acquainted with each other."

No one answered him, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. The man was neither anxious nor angry, and his attitude became more humble. "Since no one objects, let's start with me. My name is Zhang Shiwei, and I work in a pharmaceutical company."

"Li Bai, surgeon." The woman who gave Jiang Cheng water nodded. She was very conspicuous in a white coat.

"Li Shanru." The flat-haired woman said casually without looking here.

The woman with a crew cut had a pale complexion, and it was impossible to tell her gender without opening her mouth. She spoke very irritably and even insulted him. Jiang Cheng had a deep impression of this person.

Zhang Shiwei nodded and reminded with a smile: "Miss Shanru, please tell me about your occupation. If it is convenient, this may be helpful in the next task."

Li Shanru raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Shiwei with interest, "I work in a funeral parlor. Have you ever heard of an embalmer? I am responsible for sewing up corpses and closing the eyes of corpses that cannot be closed."

Zhang Shiwei looked embarrassed and said no more.

"He Ping." The man in the security uniform nodded and said in a very calm tone, "I work as an internal security guard in a private bank."

The voice came from not far away. The middle-aged man in a gray gown was looking at the long wooden table. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and full of oppression.

After feeling everyone's distant gaze, He Ping's face sank. After a while, he raised his head and said, "You are right. I used to be a private bodyguard overseas. In a war-torn place, some conflicts are inevitable to protect my clients."

The middle-aged man in the gray gown showed a strange expression when he heard it. Just when everyone thought that there would be a conflict next, the man in the gown retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "Luo Tianhe, I am a fortune teller."

As soon as the name came out, someone reacted violently, "Are you Luo Tianhe?"

Luo Tianhe did not react.

Jiang Cheng secretly remembered the name. It seems that his feeling was not wrong. The three people sitting around the long wooden table were indeed not simple. What he wanted to hear most now was about the identity of the loli girl.

Jiang Cheng always had an indescribable feeling about that girl. Her existence made him very uncomfortable. Although the girl turned sideways and had her back to him, he just felt like he was being watched.