Nightmare Attack

"Shit!" Although he had expected that Mu Wanming would be in danger, Huai Yi couldn't help but cursed at his death. Google search reading

"How could this happen?" Bai Xiaojie's voice changed.

Jiang Cheng and Miao Qing were relatively calm. After discovering that Mu Wanming's body was missing, their first reaction was to find the body to more specifically determine the cause of Mu Wanming's death and the ghost's method of killing.

"Please take her head away." Jiang Cheng said to Jiang Zhao, who was turning blue, "We have to move the bed."

It's not a big deal if someone dies during the mission. If they insisted on moving the bed yesterday, it's hard to say who would be lying here.

Jiang Zhao obviously understood the situation better than his apprentice. He wrapped Mu Wanming's head in a quilt and carried it aside.

This time, the four of them easily lifted the bed without even exerting much force.

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Just when several people were about to put the bed back, a quick voice sounded, "Wait!" Liu Hui shouted. She bent down and stared at the bed board.

This position was not convenient for observation, so a few people simply stood up the bed and leaned against the wall. Now they could see clearly. In the middle of the bed, there were some strange marks, as if they had been scratched by a knife. Dispersed radioactively.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and placed his hand on the mark. At this moment, Ouyang Huanbin's resentment disappeared instantly and his breathing became rapid.

Jiang Cheng's hand generally fit the mark, but what sent chills down his spine was that there were a few holes in the bed board.

"Do you still remember what she said?" Liu Hui glanced at the wrapped head on the ground.

The fat man swallowed and carefully recalled what Mu Wanming said last night, "That man grabbed my neck and dragged me under the bed. His hands were huge and his fingertips were like daggers!" He still knows it clearly now. I remember the fear on Mu Wanming's face when she talked about this.

Staring at the scratches, everyone finally believed Mu Wanming's words.

Last night, in this bed

After searching the whole room again, Mu Wanming's missing body was not found. "It seems that it was taken away by a ghost." Miao Qing closed the closet door and said back with a regretful tone.

There was no custom of collecting corpses during missions, so Jiang Zhao left the head in this room and then left with everyone.

When they came downstairs, the fat man sniffed and smelled the aroma of food. Everyone came to the restaurant, where there were portions of food placed on the same table as yesterday.

"Eight servings," Huaiyi noticed, "one less than yesterday.

Obviously, Mu Wanming was not included in the calculation. After all, everyone was dead, so it would be a good idea to save a share.

However, after yesterday's experience, no one was interested in these delicious-looking foods. Miao Qing picked up the knife and tried to push the food away from the plate to see if there were any strange things inside.

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"don't want!"

Jiang Cheng and Liu Hui spoke almost at the same time, and then they looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Finally, it was Liu Hui who spoke: "Let's not touch these foods. I suspect that Miss Mu's death is related to the fact that we touched these foods yesterday. After a pause, she continued: "We inadvertently activated the curse."

Unexpectedly, a voice sounded at this moment, "Probably not. Yesterday, I remember that Miss Bai was the first to eat a foreign object." Jiang Zhao's tone was a little strange.

Hearing this, Bai Xiaojie's face darkened and she hurriedly retorted: "You don't talk nonsense. I was just the first to notice the foreign objects yesterday, and I was not the first to eat these foods. Besides, who knows whether this is a curse or not."

Bai Xiaojie's words also make some sense. The current situation is unclear and everyone is crossing the river by feeling for the stones.

But regardless of whether the curse was related to food or not, they would never touch these things again. Miao Qing suggested going out for a walk during the day.

After leaving the building and bathing in the sunshine outside, everyone felt like they were reborn. Huaiyi looked back at the building and felt an indescribable sense of depression.

They walked along the way they came, and soon passed through a deserted garden and came to the crooked neck tree where they met for the first time. This time, the water on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a few muddy puddles.

Miao Qing squinted his eyes and secretly looked at the crooked-necked tree. The terrifying scene he saw last time really scared him for a long time. Suddenly an arm patted his shoulder, and Miao Qing almost jumped up.

When he calmed down, he realized it was Jiang Cheng. At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to be frightened by Miao Qing. "What's wrong with you?" Jiang Cheng covered his heart, rubbed it and said, "I was shocked."

"It's nothing." Miao Qing explained: "I'm still thinking about the curse."

The fat man didn't hear what they were saying, but standing here, he felt an indescribable discomfort, as if he was being stared at by many pairs of eyes. He touched his arms and turned his flexible neck, searching for that Source of strange feelings.

But everyone left soon, and the fat man didn't think too much and followed the doctor firmly.

When he was about to leave the manor, the fat man looked back as if he had been pricked by a needle. From his position, he could just see part of the building where they lived last night.

The corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at several windows, and he vaguely seemed to see a figure standing behind the narrow window, but when he reacted and looked again, he had disappeared again.

After all, it was too far away and he wasn't sure, but he still called the doctor.

Jiang Cheng paid great attention to the fat man's words. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the direction the fat man was talking about. With his eyesight, he could only make out an outline. As for whether there was anyone behind the window, he couldn't see it at all.

"Can your eyes see anyone behind the window?" Bai Xiaojie looked at the building in the distance and expressed doubts.

The fat man ignored him.

"Where is the window you mentioned?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"That's the fan." The fat man raised his hand, and just as he was about to use his finger, Jiang Cheng slapped it away.

"Don't point, just tell me the location." Jiang Cheng frowned.

"Oh." Fatty stared at the building in the distance and recalled, "Counting from the right, the seventh window is that one. It can't be wrong."

After Jiang Cheng counted the window, he calculated it silently in his mind. Gradually, his expression changed slightly. Huaiyi swallowed and whispered, "If I remember correctly, that window is..." He looked at Jiang Zhao, the latter's face was even uglier than his.

The room corresponding to that window was the one where Mu Wanming died, and her head was still there.