Nightmare Attack

"Doctor. ReadМ" The fat man noticed something was wrong with Jiang Cheng and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Huaiyi seemed to have noticed something unusual there, frowning slightly, and scanned the surroundings, but found nothing unusual except for the peaceful heads with closed eyes, and some broken limbs.

Jiang Cheng straightened up slowly and quickly glanced at the display of human heads on the shelf with his peripheral vision. The heads closed their eyes and were completely different from what he had seen before.

But at this moment, Jiang Cheng tightened his fingers, because through the reflection of the glass jar in front of him, the pale heads not only opened their eyes, but also their originally peaceful faces became distorted.

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng said in a calm voice: "We've finished signing, let's leave as soon as possible."

Although he felt something was wrong, since the doctor said it, Fatty no longer thought about it and followed Jiang Cheng obediently as the group of people walked out.

But as I walked, I felt something was wrong. The temperature inside the showroom was getting lower and lower, and with my breathing, white mist would even appear.

"Brother Jiang Jiang." Wen Liangshan was really scared. He thought of the fat man saying that his hall was dark and there was a bad omen on his face, so that's where he should be worried.

The showroom is divided into two rooms, the inner and outer rooms. The path between the inner and outer rooms is not complicated. After passing through several rows of shelves standing in the center of the room, you can see a double-open wooden door leading to another slightly larger room outside.

But they circled back and forth several times and couldn't find the door.

Even Boon Liang Shan is aware of the problem.

"Have we encountered a ghost and hit a wall?" Wen Liangshan trembled, looking like he was useless.

"Look there!" the fat man said suddenly.

Looking in the direction of his finger, there was a row of display racks in a relatively remote location, against the wall, with a row of glass jars on them.

But the strange thing is that these glass jars are empty, but not completely empty, because there is still liquid in which the specimens are soaked.

Under the illumination of light, there were flocculent impurities floating in the liquid, as if it had been stirred vigorously just now.

His pupils slowly narrowed, and Jiang Cheng noticed that there were things like water stains remaining near these empty specimen jars, giving people the impression that something crawled out of the jars not long ago.

"Tick tock."

A drop of liquid dripped from the ceiling and hit Jiang Cheng's shoulder. As the liquid fell, a strange pungent smell spread.

It's the kind of thing you use to soak corpses.

Jiang Cheng is no stranger to this kind of smell.

Huaiyi, Fatty, and even Wenliangshan all realized this. These empty glass jars originally contained things like limbs and limbs, but now

These things were above their heads, on the dark ceiling.

The fat man swallowed with a "gulch". No one dared to raise his head, because the first person to raise his head might see the most terrifying sight in his life.

Everyone stood there, and the atmosphere became stiff for a moment.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

More and more liquid with a pungent smell dripped from the top of the head, and some even landed on everyone's heads and faces.

The coldness had a sticky texture, like a nightmare, and was deeply engraved in the memories of several people.

Although everyone did not dare to raise their heads, they were still trying to observe their surroundings.

This scene won't last long, and those ghosts will never let them go just because they refuse to raise their heads.

And there isn't much time left for them.

At this time, Jiang Cheng noticed something very unusual. Through the reflection of a glass jar beside him, he saw a row of heads appearing not far behind them.

The human heads were placed in the glass jar, staring at them with resentment on their faces, as if they were coveting the living breath in them and wanted to keep them all.

But the heads should be in the last row. They have gone a long way. Did the heads follow them all the way here?

With doubts, Jiang Cheng began to re-examine the current situation. He changed his angle and found a display shelf that could just reflect the row of empty glass jars in front of him.

To his surprise, in the reflected images, the glass jars were not empty. There were specimens placed inside. Although they looked scary, they were all honest.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Cheng exhaled and felt that he had found the direction.

Or rather, the way out of here.

"Come here, everyone." Jiang Cheng said.

After hearing this, several people quickly moved towards Jiangcheng and formed a circle.

"Get your cell phones ready for a while. Turn on the flashlight, but hold it with your fingers first so as not to let out any light." Jiang Cheng's voice was very low, as if he was worried about being heard by something. "Then I counted three times and everyone turned around immediately. , take the phone and shine it behind you."

"You have to move quickly, and the position of the photo should be a little higher, about as high as the top floor of the exhibition stand." Jiang Cheng did not explain the reason, but just told them how to do it.

Fortunately, everyone is aware of the situation at hand, and no one talks nonsense at all.

"Clear."

Immediately, several people slowly dispersed and each found a suitable position.

"1."

Jiang Cheng spoke slowly.

"2."

"3!"

With the last order, the four of them turned around together, then took out the mobile phone flashlight they had prepared and shined it behind them.

A terrifying scene appeared. Under the flashlight light, the originally empty body actually changed its appearance.

An iron shelf appeared in the darkness, as well as a dozen specimens of human heads placed on it.

Each head opened its blood-red eyes and stared at them, but the sudden strong light clearly caught the heads off guard. They closed their eyes tightly, struggled violently, and let out a roar that did not sound like a human voice.

"Brother Jiang, Lulu has changed back!" Wen Liangshan couldn't help but be excited when he saw the scene around him changing back to a familiar look.

But when he turned around, he found that the three people from Jiangcheng had disappeared.

It wasn't until they ran out the door and completely left the second showroom that everyone dared to stop and stand in the corridor, still unable to help but feel scared.

"It's so dangerous!" The fat man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his chubby hands still trembling.

"Brother Jiang Jiang is superior in skills, and Ji people have their own destiny." Wen Liangshan smiled with his face, and he was sure that Jiang Cheng was the thickest thigh among the group.

Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, he made the right bet. Sure enough, those disappearing hands and feet were all illusions.

The real murderous intent is the heads.

Those weird heads can cast illusions by looking at them. In fact, a few of them have been walking in circles. If they want to escape, they must break the heads and let them close their eyes.

And the results confirmed his suspicion.

"Damn, it's so insidious." Huaiyi also figured this out and cursed in a low voice: "The sign-in book is placed opposite the person's head. If you want to sign, you have to go over and have your back to the person's head. Who the hell is this? Can it be defended?"

Wen Liangshan licked his lips and said, "Don't be so mean, Brother Huai. Brother Jiang can do it, but Brother Jiang was careless at first. Otherwise, how could you hide it from my brother Jiang with this little trick?"