Nightmare Attack

"You should ask them about this," Luo Yi replied.

"What did Director Li tell you?"

Luo Yi frowned, "What Director Li?"

"It's the one who took the lead in arresting you, the Dean of Academic Affairs," Zhou Taifu helped explain, "Her surname is Li, Director Li."

Luo Yi looked even more confused, "There is no director, just the three female security guards you have all seen."

"hiss--"

The fat man took a deep breath, this plot was not going quite right.

But now that Luo Yi has said this, everyone has no other choice, but judging from their eyes, no one believes what he said.

They all thought he was hiding something.

In the end they broke up on bad terms.

After returning to the room, Zhen Jianren first pressed against the door and listened quietly for a few minutes to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Then he walked to Luo Yi's bed and sat down.

He raised his chin and said slowly, "You can speak now."

unexpectedly

"I'm telling the truth," Luo Yi said with a helpless expression, spreading his hands: "There are really no clues there. Just as I was about to leave, I was caught by several female security guards who rushed in."

"They closed the door and gave me a good meal without saying a word."

"You will come later."

"Crack!"

Jiang Cheng threw the chewed duck bones into the bag, turned to the fat man and said, "Fat man, help me unscrew the ice black tea, my hands are oily."

The fat man unscrewed the bottle and handed it over. Jiang Cheng took it and drank several large sips, and the spicy feeling in his mouth disappeared a lot.

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng tilted his head and asked while competing with the duck head, "Don't you want to eat?"

The fat man shook his head, his face looking worried.

After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Doctor," he stared at Jiang Cheng, "do you think Luo Yi is telling the truth?"

Jiang Cheng put down the duck head in his hand, thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be true."

"How to say?"

"There is no need for him to lie," Jiang Cheng said. "They think they have been targeted by ghosts, so they are the ones who are most urgent to escape the mission at the moment."

"Under such conditions, they will not do anything that harms the interests of the team. They want others to quickly find clues and end the mission."

"You can understand it this way," Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at 405 next door with a solemn expression, "Brothers Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi, they are now the most loyal lackeys of all of us."

Although Jiang Cheng's metaphors were always strange, Fatty thought about it briefly and realized that what he said made sense.

"Doctor," he raised his head and continued to ask, "Why did the female ghost suddenly disappear?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly. He paused, and as if out of respect for the female ghost, he threw away half of the duck head in his hand.

After a while, he replied: "What is certain at the moment is that this is definitely not a good thing. There are few clues now, so I can't make a specific judgment, but I suspect it has something to do with the rules."

The fat man opened his eyes slightly, "You mean the rules?"

Fan Li once said something similar, but unfortunately he was half-finished and the person was gone.

It was also revealed that the body was published in the newspaper, begging for help.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Each mission has its own rules. These rules not only bind us, but also bind the ghosts in the mission."

"But as the mission deadline approaches, the rules are gradually blurred. Take this mission as an example. During the first rehearsal, the ghost must be photographed no matter what."

"That is to say, the ghost must appear there within a fixed time, otherwise the plot cannot advance."

"But you also saw it this time," Jiang Cheng said. "The ghost disappeared. Until now, we don't know where she went."

"And since the mission has a time limit, I think when the time limit ends, it will be our death, but will we be directly erased by the inherent rules?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I don't think so. I think the most reasonable arrangement is that the ghost will break through all the rules and restrictions imposed on it, appear in front of us in the most arrogant manner, ignore the conditions of time, space, terrain and other conditions, and kill all the survivors." Get rid of it.”

"Then, all members will be wiped out and the mission is over."

The fat man's back felt cold. He swallowed, "Doctor, actually you don't need to explain it to me in such detail. I just want to know how to survive. I know how to die better than you."

"Fat man?"

The fat man looked up at Jiang Cheng and suddenly felt that his whole feeling had changed a lot. He hesitated for a few seconds before carefully replying: "Doctor, what do you want to say?"

"No matter what happens tonight, don't leave this room."

"Okay."

The fat man swallowed hard.

Jiang Cheng looked back and glanced out the window. Tonight seemed darker than usual. On the way back, a few dark clouds floated in the distance, making it scary.

Another rainy night

Jiang Cheng stared out the window, and there seemed to be something that Fatty couldn't understand in his eyes. After a while, he slowly turned his head and said, "Go to sleep. I'll stay awake all night tonight."

The night is getting darker.

There was no thunder or lightning, and a late autumn rain came belatedly.

The raindrops were neither heavy nor light, knocking on the window and making a dull sound.

The fat man huddled his whole body under the quilt, with only a pair of small eyes exposed, looking up and down, left and right.

The wind that came in from nowhere swept through the corridor and across the cracks in the door, making a whining sound, like the whimpering of a dying person.

Fatty was not sleepy at all.

Jiang Cheng sat alone on the floor, silently gnawing on the duck head.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his dark eyes seemed deeper than the night. Fatty suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Someone will die tonight.

The thought came inexplicably.

Very strong.

The darkness in the room was almost overwhelming.

The only light source was the camera beside Jiang Cheng.

The camera screen was on and kept flashing.

It should be playing a video.

But there was no sound.

The whole building seemed to be covered by wind and rain, and there was no sound left by any life.

405, 406.

It was too quiet.

Jiang Cheng threw away the last duck head, took out a wet towel, and carefully dried his hands.

Then, he slowly stood up.

"Fatty," he called softly, as if he knew that the latter was not asleep at all.

But what frightened Fatty the most was his unusually calm voice.

As far as he could remember, he had never seen such a doctor.

Jiang Cheng paused, then continued, "Something happened."

The fat man got up all at once, and his first reaction was to look at the door and window, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Then, as if he suddenly realized something, he swallowed his saliva.

The next second, he mechanically raised his neck and looked at the ceiling.