Nightmare Attack

"The body is probably down there," said Xia Meng, who was standing beside him and looking down in the same position.

"Doctor." The fat man who had returned to the room asked, "Could Shi Liaozhi be a ghost in disguise?"

"I don't know."

The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng with a suspicious look. The latter was sitting at the table, looking out the window, seemingly thinking.

After feeling the fat man's eyes, Jiang Cheng turned his head and explained in a rare way, "You don't have to look at me. I'm not the children's version of 100,000 Whys. I can't know everything."

Although he said so, he paused for a while and still expressed some of his own thoughts, "From the phenomenon, I can't see that he has any problems for the time being, but I can't figure out how he escaped from the ghost."

"Could it be a prop, doctor?" The fat man seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said excitedly, "He has a life-saving white paper on him!"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "It's possible."

"Doctor. "Licking his lips, the fat man comforted him and said, "In fact, I also think that there should be no problem with Shi Liaozhi. Think about it, if he is really a ghost in disguise, why would he take us to find her own body? Isn't this helping us advance the plot?" "Also," the fat man continued, "there is no problem with his shadow being reflected on the lake." In the fat man's understanding, the ghosts in the mission cannot be described specifically. They are like a collection of all negative factors, brutal, murderous, cunning, weird, and extremely deceptive. The only thing that can limit them is the rules. Jiang Cheng shook his head, "What you said is not conclusive evidence and cannot prove the identity of Shi Liaozhi." Blinking, the fat man who was about to say something was interrupted. After a moment, he reacted and looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes and asked in confusion, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean." "Did you see the body?" Jiang Cheng looked up and asked. The fat man was stunned for a moment. "Also, who told you that the lake can reflect ghosts?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask, "Have you verified it with your own eyes? "

The location of the body was said by Master Liao Zhi, and ghosts could be seen on the lake surface was said by You Qi.

None of them saw it with their own eyes, they just heard it.

"Doctor." The fat man opened his eyes wide, "Do you think there is something wrong with this You Qi?"

"I don't know whether he has any problem, but I know that if we believe everything they say, then we probably won't be able to get out of this book." Jiang Cheng patted his sleeves and said very naturally.

After a while, an embarrassed expression appeared on the fat man's face.

The doctor was right, he was negligent.

"Okay. Jiang Cheng didn't embarrass the fat man too much, and changed the subject and asked: "After we went into Young Master Huang's place, did anything happen outside?"

Hearing this, the fat man nodded immediately, "Doctor, I was just about to tell you," his expression became very serious. Before, Xia Meng had been following him, and now that Xia Meng was gone, he said it.

"That little beggar came to see me." The fat man lowered his voice, "I was hiding behind a landscape stone to keep watch for you, and he suddenly appeared and scared me."

"Here he is again?" Jiang Cheng frowned slightly.

"Yes." The fat man nodded repeatedly, "He was holding a bowl and asked me for a steamed bun. He was so confident, as if I owed him."

Jiang Cheng touched his chin and said, "He sent us intelligence last night, so it's normal for him to ask for some reward today."

"Did he say anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Hearing this, the fat man seemed to have thought of something. His eyes suddenly dimmed, and his mood also became depressed. "That little beggar is very pitiful and can't speak," he paused, "He is a mute."

"I saw that he couldn't speak, so I thought of drawing a picture on the ground to ask him," the fat man suggested, "The one he sent last night. As a result, before I finished drawing the boat here, he grabbed the pen and finished the whole picture. Later, I pointed to the crossed-out yellow word on the picture and asked..."

"Wait." Jiang Cheng interrupted and said, "You mean he drew a new picture, and then the crossed-out yellow word appeared again?"

"That's right, doctor." The fat man nodded repeatedly, "I was also very surprised. How could he make the same mistake a second time? So I pointed to the crossed-out yellow word and asked him, but he just shook his head, as if I was wrong."

When the fat man mentioned the painting, Jiang Cheng took out the painting sent last night from his arms and spread it on the table to look at it.

In the middle of the painting is a small boat with three little people on it. The two little people in front and behind seem to be rowing.

The little man in the middle was much more delicate, and they guessed that he should represent Young Master Huang.

An arrow extended intermittently from the foot of the little man, with the word "Huang" written on it.

Now their focus was on the little man's head, where there was a stain, and under the stain was also a "Huang" word, but it seemed to be written wrong and finally erased.

Thinking about it, Jiang Cheng slowly narrowed his eyes.

The fat man stood aside and did not dare to disturb him, but he was very anxious in his heart. He knew that the doctor must have thought of something.

Finally, he couldn't help but urge: "Doctor," he whispered: "What did you think of?"

"Young Master Huang is a person." Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man nodded. The doctor had mentioned this before, so he was not surprised.

"But the person is not Young Master Huang." Jiang Cheng said again.

The fat man was stunned for a while, and then it took him a long time to react. The look in his eyes when he looked at the doctor changed, as if he was looking at a lunatic.

Jiang Cheng seemed to have figured it out. He tapped the crossed out yellow characters on the painting with one hand, then moved away, tapped the remaining yellow characters, and said: "This yellow is not that yellow."

He looked at the fat man and emphasized: "This is not a clerical error, it is a deliberate reminder for us."

A pair of eyes wandered between the two yellow characters. After a moment, the fat man slowly opened his eyes wide and looked at the doctor with an incredulous look on his face, "The young master Huang on the lake is actually Mr. Huang?!"

Jiang Cheng nodded.

In an instant, the fat man's face changed, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. This was so weird and outrageous, but after putting everything together, it all made sense.

No wonder Master Huang is crazy but no one cares about him. No wonder Butler Zhou and his team are so indulging in Master Huang’s weird behavior. No wonder everyone in the Huang family is cooperating with his acting.

It turns out that Young Master Huang is Mr. Huang.

"So there is no Mr. Huang at all, right?" The fat man's face changed color. "There has always been only one Mr. Huang, and he is actually the one who is sick!"

"Could it be that the dead woman was just a poor person who was forcibly married into the house by him, but because she didn't want to, she was killed by the angry Mr. Huang? Afterwards, the resentment could not be eliminated, and she turned into a ghost and came back to take revenge?"

Fatty suddenly felt that he had seen through the essence of this dungeon, and had even imagined a large plot that seemed reasonable.