Nightmare Attack

"Is it him?!" The fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then his scalp became cold and a chill surged in his heart.

Housekeeper Zhou is Xuanji's father. Combined with what they saw and heard in the Huang Mansion, the unbelievable ghost scenes and the frightening idea of ​​the crazy Mr. Huang gradually emerged.

This is a well-planned revenge.

It's a father's revenge on his daughter's murderer.

"Doctor." Fatty said quickly: "How did you think there was something wrong with Butler Zhou?"

Rather than the answer itself, Fatty was more curious about how the doctor deduced this result based on the current clues.

"I have been to the kitchen of the mansion before." Jiang Cheng walked along the roadside, trying not to attract the attention of the people around him. "I tasted the food prepared in the kitchen. Except for the one prepared for us, the other flavors They’re all very bland.”

Seemingly giving up on the fat man's ability to understand, he continued to explain: "Opera singers eat relatively lightly. They need to take care of their voices. Over time, this has become a habit engraved in their bones."

The fat man was surprised: "So doctor, you have already guessed their identities?"

"No." Jiang Cheng replied. "I just felt weird at the time."

"Doctor." Fatty followed Jiang Cheng and asked, "Should we go back now, or should we go to Luogu Lane to take a look?"

“Go to Luoguxiang.

"good."

When he actually stood in front of Luogu Alley, Fatty couldn't help but be a little surprised. According to the name, Luogu Alley was just an alley, but after arriving, he discovered that this alley extended in all directions and had at least hundreds of houses.

If they searched for them one by one, they probably wouldn't be able to find them all by nightfall.

But to Fatty's surprise, after asking several nearby vendors, a rickety vendor who was blind in one eye and pushing a candied haws cart thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about Team Leader Zheng?"

"Here." He pointed to a fork in the road and said, "They live in the C-shaped house on the second corner. If you go in from here, turn left at the first intersection and that's the largest courtyard."

Following the hawker's guidance, the two quickly found the corresponding courtyard. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but just standing outside the door, the fat man felt a gust of wind blowing around him.

"Find a safe place and wait for me." Jiang Cheng took out half of the kit and stuffed it into the fat man's arms, and said, "If I haven't come out in 10 minutes, you go back and call someone."

"Doctor, let me accompany you in. If anything happens, there will be someone to help you." The fat man volunteered.

In the end, Jiang Cheng accepted Fatty's suggestion. The two chose a secluded location and climbed in through a broken wall.

The yard was very quiet and there seemed to be no one.

Finding the largest room, Jiang Cheng carefully opened the door. It was a room similar to a warehouse, but it was divided into several areas with wooden boards.

Jiang Cheng found a table with some scattered papers piled on it. When he got closer, he saw that there were sketches of maps.

The map was drawn in great detail. Jiang Cheng looked at it for a while and even found the wing where he lived.

"Doctor." The fat man said in surprise, "This looks like a map of the Huang Mansion." He pointed to a building, "Do you think this looks like the attic where Master Huang lives?"

Of course.

Because that's it.

These people drew a large number of maps of the interior of Huang Mansion here, and some were places they had never been to in Jiangcheng. On the map representing the lake, they also found a circle drawn with a red pen.

The fat man blinked and asked, "What is this?"

"It's the tidal flat in the middle of the lake." Jiang Cheng put the map back to its original position.

The fat man thought about it and immediately realized that this was where Mr. Huang, who was pretending to be Mr. Huang, was singing at night. They didn't know it before and thought it was a ghost floating on the lake.

During the scene of carrying the bride, Jiang Cheng had been there before, so he remembered it very clearly.

During the subsequent search, they found a wooden door at the innermost part of the room. After opening it, light came in, and the scene inside was so frightening that the fat man's hair stood on end.

I saw a row of paper figures standing next to the wall.

Wearing a bright red paper coat and a green melon hat, the paper man's mouth is neatly grinned, and the corners of his eyes are raised exaggeratedly, showing a beaming smile.

What's even more frightening is that all the paper figures turned their heads and stared at the door, as if they would come to life at any time.

Looking away, Jiang Cheng's expression couldn't help but change. There was actually a paper sedan made of white paper parked near the back of the room.

The paper sedan was pale and pale, and there were four paper figures standing around it serving as bearers.

Two plain white paper lanterns are held in the hands of the two leading paper figures.

For a moment, the scene was extremely strange.

"These" the fat man's eyes widened and he felt that the breath in his nose was cold, "these are what we saw before"

Halfway through, he couldn't continue. He felt that the surroundings were eerie and he shuddered unconsciously. It seemed as if these paper figures were alive, staring at them and listening to their words.

Jiang Cheng walked towards the paper sedan. The moment he opened the sedan curtain, the fat man's heart twitched hard.

There was also a paper man sitting in the sedan chair.

A paper bride dressed in red and wearing a hijab.

The bride was holding her hands on her legs, and something seemed to be pressed underneath, but it was not clear from the fat man's perspective.

The fat man subconsciously felt that the bride would come back to life sooner or later.

There is no basis for it, just his intuition.

But fortunately, until the doctor took out a wooden box painted bright red from the paper bride's hand, the bride did not move, nor did she turn into a green-faced fang, or an evil ghost with a face full of rotten flesh and pounce out.

Opening the box, there was a book lying quietly inside.

The book looks very old and a little damp. The cover is half rotten and the pages inside have long turned yellow, but fortunately the words on it are still clear.

The fat man stretched his neck to read it, feeling that the book looked like a secret book in a martial arts novel.

"Doctor." Looking at Jiang Cheng who was just looking but not speaking, the fat man felt as anxious as a cat scratching his heart. His throat rolled a few times before he asked: "What is written in it?"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty. There was something in his eyes that the latter couldn't understand. Fatty swallowed unconsciously and did not dare to say the next words.

"Xuanji was indeed killed by Mr. Huang." Jiang Cheng said: "Steward Zhou wanted to use the murderer, Mr. Huang, and us, to summon the soul of his daughter."

His eyes widened suddenly, and the fat man lost his voice and said: "Summoning spirits?"

Nodding, Jiang Cheng turned over the book in his hand and gestured: "This book records a way to summon the soul of the deceased through a certain ritual at midnight, using paper figures to reenact the victimization process of the person who was killed. ”

The fat man swallowed his saliva and whispered: "What ceremony are you referring to?"

"Human skin drum." Jiang Cheng replied.