Nightmare Attack

Building C, next to the stairs at the corner of the corridor.

Two figures, one fat and one thin, stood there, staring at the ground not far away.

"Doctor," the fat man's tongue seemed to have some problems, and he spoke tremblingly, "This is..."

About 2 meters ahead, a broken arm hung weakly on the ground.

From their position, they could still see the twisted muscles and broken bones at the cross section.

"It's Yu Wen," Jiang Cheng nodded.

The fat man couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He moved his eyes away and looked in the direction of the surrounding walls. Large pieces of blood were splashed out, even on the ceiling.

Although he didn't see Yu Wen's body with his own eyes, it didn't matter anymore.

Turning this corner and walking a distance, it was the music classroom.

The fat man poked his head out, glanced at the darkness ahead, and said thoughtfully: "So Yu Wen wanted to go to the music classroom, but she didn't expect to be killed by a ghost on the way."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at both sides of the corridor. After a while, he answered: "No, she was killed after she came out of the music classroom and walked here."

Just as the fat man frowned, wondering how Jiang Cheng came to this conclusion, a ring suddenly rang in his ears.

The ringing of the mobile phone.

The two lowered their heads and found that the sound came from the palm of the broken arm.

It was a red mobile phone.

Because the color was too close to that of blood, it was not noticed at the first time.

The fat man was so scared that his body kept shaking. If Jiang Cheng hadn't been by his side, he would have almost fainted.

Jiang Cheng walked forward, pried open the fingers that were clenched on the mobile phone, then picked up the phone, handed it to his ear, and then pressed the answer button.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Because of the distance, the fat man could only hear that the other party was a woman, and the voice was also very strange.

"I'm not," Jiang Cheng spoke for the first time after listening for a while, "Yu Wen..." Jiang Cheng glanced at the broken arm on the ground, and then said in a steady tone: "She is by my side, she is fine, don't worry, it's just not convenient to answer the phone at the moment."

I don't know what he said, Jiang Cheng walked away a few steps, covered his mouth with his hand, and replied a few words in a low voice.

The fat man wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng with an extremely serious look.

It was not until he left Building C that the fat man seemed to be alive again, and he kept asking Jiang Cheng questions.

"Doctor, who called just now?"

Jiang Cheng also put the phone in his pocket. His pocket looked bulging, and I don't know what toys were stuffed in it.

"Feng Lan," Jiang Cheng said without turning his head, "She said Yu Wen had asked her to talk about something, but she waited at the agreed place for almost 2 hours, and didn't wait for anyone."

Of course, she didn't wait, the person had died outside the music classroom in Building C.

As if thinking of something, the fat man's eyes suddenly tensed up, "Doctor," he looked at Jiang Cheng and asked in surprise, "Could the Feng Lan who called be a ghost in disguise?"

Jiang Cheng touched his chin: "It shouldn't be, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out."

"Then you have to be careful," the fat man said with concern, "Maybe answering the phone is one of the mechanisms that triggers the evil ghost to kill people, you may have been locked by the ghost."

Jiang Cheng turned around and patted the fat man on the shoulder, moved: "Good brother, don't worry about me, I have thought of this and prepared countermeasures in advance."

The fat man admired Jiang Cheng more and more, thinking that it was a blessing from his previous life to meet such a person in a nightmare. He also stretched out a hand and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder, and asked excitedly: "Doctor, how did you do it?"

"The other party asked about my identity in the end," Jiang Cheng said slowly: "I said my name is Wang Fugui."

"Doctor, I thank you for eight generations of ancestors!"

Downstairs of the old dormitory, a woman with a scarf blew on her hands.

She was not tall, but she had obviously dressed up carefully. The pink sweater collar turned outwards, which made her look particularly cute.

Her light blue jeans hung straight down, and underneath was a pair of white wide-mouthed leather shoes with a small red heart mark on the edge of the leather shoes.

It was also a woman's little trick.

She had been waiting here for a long time, but the person she was waiting for never showed up.

The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature was getting lower and lower.

She pulled her hand out of her coat pocket, looked at the phone in her hand, and her eyes suddenly became blurred.

"Miss Yu," she said softly in an inaudible voice.

"Why is the phone I gave you in the hands of a man?"

She clenched the phone, her eyes suddenly became cold, she stared at the night in the distance, and the corners of her mouth were stretched into a straight line.

"Wang Fugui"

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng asked, "Are you feeling better?"

After Jiang Cheng and Fatty left Building C, they walked along the road with street lights towards the equipment room.

When passing by the canteen, Jiang Cheng smelled the strong aroma of meat, so he forcibly pulled Fatty in under the pretext of welcoming him.

He generously let Fatty order whatever he wanted, saying that he would treat him.

"Why do I feel something is wrong here?" Fatty looked at the empty canteen, his face changed with fear.

There was no one here, but all the lights were on, and the glass separating the food pick-up area was filled with freshly cooked dishes.

Jiang Cheng reached out and touched it, and it was still very hot.

The two of them also took some time to go to the back kitchen, where the door was not closed, and several chefs' uniforms were still hanging on the back of the chair.

Everything was so orderly, as if everyone left at the same time just a second before they entered.

After opening the lid, broth was still simmering inside.

Heat comes out along with the aroma.

Jiang Cheng stared at the broth in the pot and seemed to think of something, so he went to find a clean spoon in a nearby cabinet, took a little and tasted it.

Fatty was shocked by Jiang Cheng's actions. He didn't understand what the latter was going to do.

But then——

"Well"

Jiang Cheng's face suddenly changed, and his whole expression was tangled.

"Doctor," the fat man called, "what's wrong with you?"

He subconsciously looked at the soup pot. Based on his many years of film and television experience, he knew that the soup might be poisonous.

But the fat man wondered, could ghosts also poison themselves?

is this necessary?

Just when Fatty was thinking about how to save Jiang Cheng, the latter suddenly spoke.

"It's so hot," Jiang Cheng opened his mouth wide, fanning himself with his hands and breathing heavily.

"Hot?" The fat man's eyes widened.

Feeling that it was almost done, Jiang Cheng covered his mouth, put down the spoon in his hand, and picked up the chef's spoon from the shelf next to him. While serving it, he said to the fat man standing next to him: "It's better to serve it out first. Wait until it cools down before drinking.”

Fatty: ""

Jiang Cheng turned to look at the fat man and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"

The fat man was silent for a while, then raised his head very seriously and said, "Doctor, have you ever thought about it, maybe it's not an accident that you are an orphan."