Nightmare Attack

"Again," Jiang Cheng smiled, lifted up the strap of his camera bag with one hand, and said, "Does Chen Yao really need to force his teacher in this way? Would he rather risk his reputation or even his life? "

He shook his head, "Please, this is reality, not a vulgar, brainless, silly, sweet Mary Suvin."

Just when the fat man was about to step in and flatter Jiang Cheng, the latter said again: "You have seen Chen Yao's appearance and figure. He can barely match me. How about Su Yu? I'm in KTV." A man who works the night shift, I’m still the number one in the high-end group.”

"Doctor!" The fat man wanted to cover his mouth, "There are no outsiders here, so just stop acting, okay?"

Jiang Cheng curled his lips dissatisfied.

"Okay, what about the fourth point?" The fat man took out a small notebook, held it in his hand, and recorded it as he walked.

The pen, which was not big at all, became even more compact in his chubby hand.

"Hmph," Jiang Cheng snorted, "This fourth point is amazing and the most important point," he lowered his voice, "Li Yanwei said that she was transferred to a ballet class later, do you remember?"

The fat man thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, she said that."

"Have you ever thought about why she had to change classes?"

"It should be for Su Yu," the fat man scratched his chin with the other end of the pen and said without hesitation: "If my boyfriend is seduced like this every day, I have to watch it with my own eyes to feel relieved."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he secretly took a step to the left, widening the distance between him and the fat man.

"But Li Yanwei kept silent about her experience after she was transferred to another class," Jiang Cheng said in a playful tone: "Chen Yao, Li Yanwei, and Su Yu, the three of them gathered together for class. It was really fun to think about it."

The fat man took notes.

"If I remember correctly, Chen Yao also committed suicide after Li Yanwei changed classes."

Jiang Cheng stared at the night ahead, and there was suddenly a hint of inexplicable melancholy in his tone.

The fat man seemed to have figured something out. He put away his notebook and pen and said to Jiang Cheng: "Doctor, if we say so, Chen Yao will definitely not let Li Yanwei go. So do you think Li Yanwei is already dead?"

"Is she a ghost?" Fatty's voice trembled slightly, "Is she a ghost controlled by Chen Yao and used to deceive us?"

"The purpose is to kill us all!" he added.

After a while, Jiang Cheng shook his head, "Probably not."

"What's the reason?"

Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to look at the fat man. There was a kind of soul-stirring magic in his eyes, and the fat man who didn't understand why didn't dare to express his anger.

"We are still alive now," Jiang Cheng's voice was flat and cold, "This is the reason."

No wind, no sound.

There is only coldness, silence, and boundless darkness and fear.

Yu Wen looked around, her throat rolling uncontrollably.

She lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Zhou Taifu's guess was correct. Yu Wen turned off her cell phone because she found a ghost, turned it off, and crouched in the darkness.

What was even more terrifying was that when she found the ghost, it was hanging silently behind Zhou Taifu.

Moving with Zhou Taifu's movement, her body hanging in mid-air seemed stiff, but strangely flexible.

Yu Wen asked herself that she loved Zhou Taifu, but this did not mean that she wanted to die with him.

Being targeted by a ghost in a nightmare is almost a certain death outcome. Yu Wen will not do the stupid thing of accompanying Zhou Taifu to die, because it is meaningless.

She believed that even if Zhou Taifu faced the same situation, he would decisively choose to give up on himself.

She lay there, watching helplessly as the ghost tore off Zhou Taifu's jaw, dragged his dead body, and slowly walked into the mirror.

Standing on tiptoes, dancing in elegant and noble steps.

Just like an arrogant white swan.

The ghost disappeared.

Disappeared for a long time.

Now Yu Wen slowly moved her body, and then climbed up with very light movements.

No sound was made.

It doesn't even disturb the air here.

She hunched over and walked toward the door at a faster speed. She also stood on tiptoe, touching the ground only on her toes and trying to make as little noise as possible.

She didn't dare to look in the mirror, fearing that something bad would happen.

She just wants to escape now.

The further away you can get, the better.

She lowered her head and carefully checked the obstacles under her feet in the darkness. Suddenly, she stopped and found a white thing on the ground facing the mirror.

She searched this place when she came, and there was absolutely no such white mass.

Was this left by a ghost?

Her thoughts were interrupted for a moment, and she recalled the moments before Zhou Taifu died. He waved his right arm and leaned sideways, as if he was about to throw something in her direction.

Could it be

She stared at the white mass at her feet.

He bent down uncontrollably and picked it up.

This is a paper ball.

The feel and weight after she took it told her this.

Without any intention of taking it apart here, she picked it up and left in a hurry.

The door was ajar, and there was no light outside.

She didn't know whether Feng Lan hid after seeing the ghost like her, or whether he had been killed by the ghost.

Precisely controlling her strength, Yu Wen left here without making much sound from the door. The trouble was the water under her feet.

As the shoes are stepped on, there is a splashing sound from time to time.

Just as she turned the corner and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door of a classroom beside her quietly opened, and a hand fell on her shoulder.

If she were on the battlefield, she would have at least 10 ways to deal with the guy who reached out his hand.

But at this moment, she acted very realistically. She froze on the spot, not daring to move, and her whole face was bloodless, as white as the paper in her hand.

Until——

"Miss Yu," it was Feng Lan's voice. She lowered her voice very low, and there was a hint of crying, obviously she was very scared, "Just now behind Mr. Zhou..."

Yu Wen turned around and covered her mouth with her hand, "If you want to live, shut up and follow me."

Yu Wen's sudden fierceness shocked Feng Lan, and the advantage of this was that Feng Lan followed her obediently, not daring to breathe.

The two stepped on the accumulated water and slowly moved out.

The night had completely taken over here, and whirlpools were occasionally formed on the dark accumulated water, as if it was a bottomless sea.

I don't know when it started, but Yu Wen had a strange feeling in her heart. It had nothing to do with fear, it was just a simple strange feeling, as if she had overlooked something very important.

And that thing was very close to her, very close.

As if she stretched out her hand

"Plop."

Yu Wen shuddered, and for a moment she couldn't control the weight of her steps, and her left foot stepped into the water.

She suddenly realized something.

From the time she came out of the music classroom until now, she hadn't heard Feng Lan stepping on the water at all, and only her footsteps echoed in the entire corridor.

"Oh no"