Nightmare Attack

Fortunately, this music classroom was in a stepped shape at one end, and the overflowing water only stayed at the first step.

Walking up the stairs, they finally said goodbye to the strange feeling of stepping on water.

The clacking sound was about to drive them crazy.

Zhou Taifu shook off the water on his shoes, stared around, and lowered his voice involuntarily, "This place is too big. If you want to search it all, I'm afraid it will be too late."

"Try to search first, and then we'll talk if we don't find anything," Yu Wen didn't want to separate.

Standing at their position and looking around, the darkness almost swallowed up the whole place, and everything was shrouded in haze.

The two started from the far left.

There were piles of equipment there, which should be used for rehearsal. It was troublesome to move back and forth, so they just left it here.

Thinking that they would come here at midnight in less than 30 hours to participate in the third rehearsal, the two of them moved much faster.

After a simple search, nothing special was found.

The two continued to walk inside. Fortunately, in addition to the mobile phone in Yu Wen's hand, Zhou Taifu also borrowed a miniature flashlight from Feng Lan.

Feng Lan took it off the keychain.

The light was not strong and could only radiate a very short distance, but it was better than nothing.

Zhou Taifu moved his feet carefully. There were many colorful wires on the ground. At first glance, they looked like the webs made by spider spirits in the Pansi Cave.

He tried his best to raise his feet to avoid tripping on the wires.

10 minutes passed, and the two only searched a small area. At this speed, they would definitely not have time to withdraw before dark.

"No," Zhou Taifu straightened his back, "Let's spread out a little, so that we can cover a larger area."

Yu Wen saw that there was no better way, so she nodded and replied: "Then you should be more careful, call me if you encounter any situation, and," she said seriously: "There are too many obstacles here, some of which can block the view, so be more careful when you encounter such places."

Zhou Taifu nodded, "Okay, let's keep the distance within 10 meters."

Just when Zhou Taifu was about to turn around and search on the other side, Yu Wen suddenly shouted in the direction of the door: "Miss Feng!"

After a while

"Miss Yu," Feng Lan responded from the door, but from the sound, Feng Lan was obviously very scared, "Please hurry up, it's so dark here."

After hearing Feng Lan's reply, Yu Wen felt relieved, she gestured to Zhou Taifu, and the latter left.

Go to the other side to search.

But there is always a gap between ideal and reality. The two are racing against time, and slowly, they strangely ignore the distance between each other, causing the distance between the two to become farther and farther.

The strange and inexplicable atmosphere gradually eroded them, and they became more and more impatient and their movements became more violent.

Zhou Taifu rolled up his sleeves and moved a cabinet that seemed to have problems, but the final result showed that he thought too much.

The cabinet was unusually clean and there was nothing.

The gap under the cabinet was also the same.

"Creaky--"

A sudden friction sound attracted the attention of the panting Zhou Taifu. He turned his head and looked around. Except for the flashing light of Yu Wen's mobile phone on the other side, there was nothing unusual.

"What sound?" He frowned.

"Creaky--"

As if playing hide-and-seek with him, he just bent down and heard another sound.

This made him almost shudder.

It was not the harsh friction sound of the old door hinge being pushed, but the sound of the rope, which seemed to be broken in the next second due to the heavy load.

As a former mercenary, assassination is also one of the skills that must be mastered.

He once strangled a traitor with a rope, and the rope made this sound when the man was struggling to death.

He did not act immediately, but asked in a loud voice in the direction of Yu Wen: "Did you hear any sound?"

The light over there flickered, and then Yu Wen's voice came, "No."

Her voice was very calm, and Zhou Taifu couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Be careful," he looked around and reminded his companions.

It was darker here than before, and the places where you could see the outline before were now only dark shadows.

Zhou Taifu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He brought the cigarettes when he bought soy milk in the morning.

He was not addicted to tobacco, but had an indescribable obsession.

It originated from the mosquitoes rampant in the dense forests of Southeast Asia.

The veterans there smoked their own rolled tobacco, which was added with ground leaves of a plant.

One puff was very refreshing, and you wouldn't feel tired even if you didn't sleep for a day and a night.

He once asked the old soldier the name of the plant, but the old man smiled and told him that it was called Sangjiji in their local area, with his yellow rotten teeth.

Another name is dead man grass.

This grass is very strange. It grows in the muddy land where a large number of corpses are buried, and it only grows in places where fresh corpses are buried.

The old soldier grabbed his arm with his calloused hands and said that he had seen with his own eyes that this grass came out of the arm of a dead person.

Zhou Taifu was shocked at that time.

First it was a small bud, then it gradually extracted nutrients from the flesh and blood, and finally the plant was 20 centimeters high.

Blood red.

It can be seen from a long distance.

"That's human flesh and blood in it," the old soldier restrained his smile, crossed his mud legs in straw sandals, and stared into the distance.

There was something in his eyes that Zhou Taifu couldn't understand.

"Kid," the old soldier didn't even look at him, his throat rough as gravel from years of smoking dry tobacco, "Listen to my advice, go, while you can still walk, leave here, go anywhere, and never come back."

"But I only got half of the commission," Zhou Taifu said, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt the old soldier's thoughts, he half coaxed and half comforted him, "I'll stop after this job, go home to get married, and live a stable life."

The old soldier seemed to see through his evasion, sighed, and stopped talking.

The rough homemade cigarettes were burning between his fingers, the flames were as bright as blood, and the whole nose was filled with the sweet smell of blood after taking a puff.

The old soldier finished a cigarette, patted his butt, and left without saying goodbye, carrying the AK-47 rifle whose handguard had been broken countless times.

His pants were so dirty that the color could not be seen. One end of the trouser leg was rolled up, and the other end was directly under his feet, making a "pat-pat" sound when he stepped into the muddy water.

Just as Zhou Taifu was about to get up and leave, he accidentally discovered with his peripheral vision that there was a stone under the place where the old soldier was sitting cross-legged.

No, he looked carefully and found that it was not an ordinary stone.

It was a stele.

There were inscriptions in local characters on the stele.

After who knows how many years of grinding, the inscriptions were severely eroded by the wind.

He was unfamiliar with the local characters, so he could only squint his eyes and recognize them word by word -

"Those with blood on their hands will not return."