Nightmare Attack

But Jiang Cheng's next performance once again refreshed Fatty's understanding of him.

He looked calmly at the face that was covered in blood, and patted Zhen Jianren's hand, "I know you are not dead, you still have a pulse."

Jiang Cheng's voice was full of persuasion, and Zhen Jianren was not as excited as he was at first.

"Release your hands first, and I'll check your injuries." After a pause, Jiang Cheng said again.

Zhen Jianren panted violently, whether it was from pain or what Jiang Cheng said. In short, he slowly loosened the hand that held Jiang Cheng's wrist.

Two blood-hole-like eyes stared in the direction of Jiangcheng, seeming to place their last hopes on him.

But the moment his hand left Jiang Cheng's wrist, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng take off the camera bag hanging on his waist very calmly, and then wrapped the strap around his hand several times.

The fat man's eyes widened, not sure what Jiang Cheng was going to do.

Until Jiang Cheng swung the camera bag up like a meteor hammer, and then, with the fat man's extremely shocked eyes, he hit Zhen Jianren hard in the face.

"boom!"

The unprepared Zhen Jianren failed to stand firm and was thrown directly back into the box. His tall nose was crooked into several sections, and he couldn't stop the nosebleeds from spraying out.

Jiang Cheng trotted forward and locked the baffle on the box. He turned back and shouted to the fat man: "Run!"

Before the fat man could react, Jiang Cheng had already rushed to the door.

Just when Jiang Cheng raised his legs, ready to kick open the obstructing wooden door, a sound suddenly came from his ears.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound isn't loud, nor is it very close, but it has a magical power that confuses people's hearts.

Jiang Cheng lowered his raised leg again.

The fat man was even worse. He just stood there without moving.

Although the fat man could not move, his thinking was still very clear.

He listened carefully for a few seconds and found that the sound was not chaotic, but seemed to have an obvious rhythm.

The rhythm was very strange. As he listened, the fat man's unconscious legs actually beat the rhythm.

Drums?

Not like that, the fat man thought quickly.

The sound was heavier than drum beats, but he didn't know much about musical instruments, so he couldn't identify what the sound was.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rhythm became faster and faster, and every beat seemed to step on his heart.

He swallowed unconsciously.

The brisk rhythm became clearer and louder, and became more and more violent, until finally there was a "dong" sound.

This sound completely woke up the fat man.

Even Jiang Cheng's body shook unconsciously.

The two of them raised their heads almost at the same time, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

This sound is different from all the previous sounds. This sound is very close, as if it is behind you!

The fat man turned around tremblingly. There were dark red curtains hanging on the wall a few meters behind him. There was no doubt that the thing that made the sound was hiding behind the curtains.

What will it be?

His pupils jumped up and down.

Chen Yao?

Or something like Zhen Jianren in the box.

He is still not sure whether Zhen Jianren is a human being or some other ghost.

The extremely strong sense of oppression made Fatty's mouth go dry. He didn't dare to move, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

Until Jiang Cheng walked up and pulled off the curtain.

later

The fat man opened his eyes slightly, revealing a huge mirror.

But what really caught his eye was the scene reflected in the mirror.

A woman standing on tiptoes.

Although it is just a simple back view, it is not difficult to see the woman's graceful figure and excellent control.

The woman was standing in a place that looked like a dance studio. Her figure was tall and straight, but her back was to the mirror. She was silent in the dim light and looked very strange.

"It's Chen Yao." The fat man didn't think what he thought.

The appearance of the final ghost even made Fatty ignore the irrationality of the scene in front of him. The scene in the mirror was obviously the music classroom before the renovation.

At this time, the mirror seems to have lost its ability to reflect light, and has become a medium that travels between two periods of time.

Outside the mirror is now, inside the mirror is 10 years ago.

As time passed, Fatty gradually noticed abnormalities in other places in the mirror. It turned out that Chen Yao was not the only "person" in the mirror.

A dozen black figures stood around, like worshipers, facing Chen Yao in the middle.

There is light spilling out of the mirror.

Not strong, similar to the light emitted by a miniature flashlight.

With the only light, the fat man could vaguely see several people in security uniforms and two students among the standing black figures.

He slowly moved his eyes, from left to right, until he saw half of a man's face clearly.

It's Zhou Taifu!

That’s right, it’s Zhou Taifu!

The miniature flashlight that emitted light fell at his feet.

Just like other dead people, his eyes turned up strangely, and the corners of his eyes were raised exaggeratedly. His expression before death was unpredictable.

But it's clear that he wasn't completely frightened to death, because everyone here has lost their jaws and tongues.

The hideous blood stains were spread on their chests, like a bloody feast.

Although this was not the first time I had seen such a scene, with so many corpses gathered together, it was still a strange scene like a sacrifice.

Fear spread to his limbs, and then wrapped tightly around the fat man like a vine, oppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe.

The moment his legs regained consciousness, the fat man ran towards Jiang Cheng stiffly. Only by Jiang Cheng's side did he feel safe.

"Doctor!" The fat man grinned, and when he was about to seek comfort from Jiang Cheng, the latter slapped him.

He controlled his strength extremely well, and when he was about to touch the fat man's face, he covered his mouth with his backhand.

No sound was made.

The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng in horror, completely unaware of what he had done wrong.

Shouldn't you come over?

He found that Jiang Cheng's eyes kept wandering in the mirror, seemingly unsteady, and he also saw a trace of seriousness on Jiang Cheng's face.

This frightened the fat man. In his impression, the doctor was definitely a representative figure who was not afraid of danger. Sometimes he could even make some harmless jokes in front of the deceased.

He cast his eyes doubtfully into the mirror.

Almost immediately, his expression changed.

The middle position of the mirror is empty.

Chen Yao is missing! !

And through Jiang Cheng's expression, Fatty understood that he had not found where Chen Yao had gone.

What's scarier than the appearance of ghosts?

After the ghost appeared, he suddenly disappeared.

You have no idea where it will appear next.

Maybe it's your closet, bathroom, or even under the bed or under the quilt.

The strongest fear comes from the unknown.

"Crunch——"

The two turned around almost at the same time because they heard a strange friction sound behind them.

It's like a frayed rope that bears a heavy burden.