Nightmare Attack

"It stands to reason that it was normal for a few workers to come around at that time. Some of them were odd jobs found locally. The strange thing is that these people had already done most of their work, but they hadn't received their wages yet."

After hearing how these people were dressed and their behavior, Jiang Cheng roughly determined their identities.

It's the night watchman.

Since they appear here, it means that a supernatural event has indeed occurred here, and it seems to be a more difficult one.

Time was running out, they had been here long enough, and Jiang Cheng was worried that Huaiyi wouldn't be able to handle it alone.

"Director." Jiang Cheng asked: "From what you just said, wouldn't something happen to these missing workers too?"

Director Zhou sighed and looked at him with a look that said you were right, "We don't know what these people did afterwards, because we were not allowed to get close, and a large area around it was blocked. During the day, there were still There are police on duty at night.”

"But I later heard people say that these men in black went in that night, and then in the early morning, people began to come out one after another."

"Together, they took out a total of 10 bodies from inside."

Hearing that there were 10 corpses, Jiang Cheng keenly sensed something was wrong, because according to what Director Zhou had said before, there should only be a few missing workers.

Is the rest

"You are right." Director Zhou exhaled, as if a big stone had fallen from his heart, with a hint of regret in his tone, "Some of the corpses belong to the missing workers, and the remaining corpses are from Those men in black.”

As if unwilling to say more on this topic, Director Zhou tilted his head and changed his tone: "After dawn, those men in black disappeared. They must have left. The police handed the construction team a drawing and said... Follow what’s painted here.”

"As a result, from that day on, the police have been sending people to monitor the construction until it was completed."

After finishing speaking, Director Zhou raised his hand and pointed around, "Many of the screens and walls you see now are arranged according to that drawing."

Jiang Cheng nodded and looked in the direction of Director Zhou's finger. Some of his previous doubts were answered, "No wonder, I always feel something strange when I come in."

"Some people say that the original Feng Shui here was not good. Those people who came here were Feng Shui masters and changed the Feng Shui here." Director Zhou looked a little confused, "I heard the older generation said that changing Feng Shui is against nature. , must be punished, maybe those men in black are them.”

Director Zhou did not say the rest, but just shook his head.

"That's right." Curator Zhou seemed to suddenly think of something and continued: "We finally figured out part of the few words the man left on the mirror."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "What does it mean?"

Curator Zhou frowned and recalled: "The method is right, the book, it came out, failed, only, try your best, try, heart, corrosion, devil, no time."

"This is a very ancient language, and this is all we can do." Curator Zhou explained, seeming a little regretful.

"Thank you, curator, I just heard it out of curiosity." Jiang Cheng said very naturally: "By the way, after the man died, how were the things he left behind in the Folk Museum disposed of?"

"Oh, you said those exhibits were loaded into trucks and taken away. As for where they ended up, I don't know."

"That's right." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Crunch——"

The door was pushed open, and Wu Qing walked in carrying two cups of milk tea. "Thank you, senior sister." Jiang Cheng took the milk tea with a smile, then picked out a cup and threw it to the fat man.

Wu Qing had come back and it was inconvenient to say some things. Jiang Cheng stood up and left.

Curator Zhou also went out to see them off, and said along the way that he didn't know why he told them this, maybe because he was getting old.

After leaving the library, the fat man came over while sipping milk tea and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, why did the director tell us so much this week? Is there any fraud in this?"

"Also, I feel something is wrong about Wu Qing. It's weird. Is there something wrong with it?"

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who was also sipping milk tea, stopped.

Immediately afterwards, his face began to look ugly, his mouth tightened, he stopped drinking milk tea, and stared down at the milk tea cup, his fingers trembling slightly.

The fat man slowly widened his eyes, and the milk tea in his mouth suddenly lost its aroma.

"Holy shit, milk tea is poisonous?!" He threw the milk tea 5 meters away.

The next second, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng move his lips and spit out a few pearl beans in the milk tea. Then he picked up the straw and began to sip the milk tea.

"It's really tasteless to put pearl beans in." Fatty heard Jiang Cheng beeping in a low voice.

The fat man turned his head and looked at the milk tea that he had thrown on the ground like a grenade. He thought that it was not easy for a doctor to live such a long life.

But he was able to survive until now thanks to the doctor's protection, so he approached him very quietly, "Doctor, what do you think of the foreign man Director Zhou described?"

"The state of his body when it was found was the same as that of Xiao Lin and Xiao Ting. They were killed by the same thing." Jiang Cheng said casually.

"It's a stalker!" The fat man's back felt cold.

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded, "And have you noticed that the secret room Director Zhou described is very similar to the activity center warehouse we restored."

"There are also a few chairs, and there is a mirror hanging on the wall. I think there should have been a six-pointed star pattern on the floor of the warehouse, but it was erased."

"Yuan Xiaoyi and the foreign man all did the same thing."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, touched his chin, and said in a strange tone: "Doctor, they all seem to be performing some kind of ritual."

"Yes, and this ritual is related to tracking ghosts." Jiang Cheng recalled: "The method is right, the book, it came out, failed, only, try your best, try, heart, corrosion, devil, no time."

The fat man blinked and said in a regretful tone: "These are the words that the man left by the mirror. It's a pity that they are too scattered, otherwise"

"The method in the book is correct, but I don't have time. I can only try my best and fail." Jiang Cheng's tone changed instantly, "It came out."

The cold language came out of his mouth, like the oldest prophecy, with an indescribable weirdness.

The fat man's upper and lower teeth were trembling. He didn't know why, but after hearing these words, gray and dark pictures kept flashing before his eyes, like a medieval prophecy.

"It's out." The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, his pupils shrinking: "Who is it? What exactly is that stalker?"

Jiang Cheng put down the milk tea and pondered for a moment, "Heart, corrosion, devil." He turned his head to look at the fat man and said softly: "Heart Corrosion Devil."