Nightmare Attack

The fat man blinked his eyes, stared at the illustrations in the book, and asked in confusion: "Yes, didn't it say that the owner of the manor and those witches were hanged before? Why is there only one person in the illustration? "Could it be that the witches were captured?" Liu Hui suggested, "They were executed in other places in the manor, and the owner of the manor was hanged on the tree in the illustration alone." "The illustration has a strong religious atmosphere. Besides, the owner of the manor is not a witch after all. The symbolic meaning of hanging him is greater than the punishment meaning. It makes sense to distinguish between execution and witch." Liu Hui's statement makes sense, but everyone's faces obviously think it is a bit forced. Jiang Cheng flipped through it briefly, and that was all the information about Dakorosa Manor in the book. With Jiang Zhao's previous experience, Jiang Cheng did not choose to put the book into his clothes, but found a piece of rag to wrap it up and just held it in his hand. "Where are we going now? "Ouyang Huanbin was like a frightened bird at this moment. He didn't want to go back until dark.

There were many people who thought the same as him. Miao Qing thought for a moment and looked at Jiang Cheng. He and Jiang Cheng were the two people with the most say in the team. "Brother Jiang." Miao Qing reminded, "I remember there is a special marked location nearby."

Jiang Cheng nodded and did not hide it. "No. 17 Melrose Street, there may be a family of a missing person living there.

Following the guidance of the map, everyone turned left and right, and finally found the location marked on the map at a remote corner of a street. It was a 3-story house.

From the outside, it looked very old. There was a layer of fallen leaves on the ground in front of the door, and some garbage that could not be named. "It seems that this family has moved away." Bai Xiaojie looked at the house and said with some regret.

But in accordance with the principle of being here, Jiang Cheng still walked forward and knocked on the door while asking: "Hello, is anyone there?"

It was quiet inside. Just when everyone was about to leave, the fat man couldn't help but look up. This look scared him. There was a person standing behind the window on the third floor.

Jiang Cheng put the missing person notice in front of his forehead to block the sunlight. Looking upstairs, he found that it was an elderly woman. I don't know if it was because she was wearing black clothes, but the contrast of the woman's face was particularly white.

The next moment, a strange scene happened. When the old woman saw Jiang Cheng, she screamed shrilly as if she had seen a ghost, and then turned around and disappeared.

At the same time, there was a sound of running in the house. After a while, the door suddenly opened. The old woman stared at Jiang Cheng with cloudy eyes, and there was an elderly man beside her. 尒演)

The man held the woman's arm, but it was more like holding her, worried that the woman would rush over if he let go.

"Who are you?" The elderly man said in a hoarse voice, looking at the group with a vigilant look in his eyes, "Why are you holding my son's missing person notice?"

Now Jiang Cheng understood, it turned out that the old woman was so excited because she saw the portrait on the missing person notice in her hand.

After several people explained, the man sighed, then turned sideways and asked them to go into the house to talk, but Jiang Cheng politely declined, saying that he would not go in to disturb them, and it was good to bask in the sun outside.

The man did not force it. After comforting the woman and helping her into the house, he turned around and walked out, leading a group of people to the lawn behind the house, "What do you want to know?" The man said in a hoarse voice, "To be honest, I am different from her mother. She has always been waiting for her son to come back, but I know he is dead. I just hope... I hope that one day I can find his body and let his soul rest."

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"We have not dared to move for many years, just because we are afraid of missing news about our son." The man pursed his lips. His skin was as white as the woman's, and he was sick in his old age.

Seeing the gloom in the man's eyes, the fat man couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "Please think more positively. Since the body hasn't been found, maybe..."

"He's dead. I said he's dead, you don't understand, right?!" The man suddenly clenched his fists and stood up, looking extremely scary, "We saw his soul, and his soul is still trapped in that ghost place!"

"We have no intention of offending you and your wife. To be honest, what happened to your son also happened to us. If we don't find out what happened in that manor, we will die too." Miao Qing said earnestly.

After a while, the man calmed down and sat back, "I know you are also entangled." The man suddenly said, "Otherwise I wouldn't tell you this."

"You know?" Bai Xiaojie couldn't help frowning.

The man raised his head and looked behind them with a solemn and fearful look, "You have that smell on you, you can't smell it yourself, but they can."

Everyone turned back immediately after hearing this. On a tree not far from them, there stood a group of crows, staring at them at this moment, their eyes seemed to be staring at a rotting corpse.

Ouyang Huanbin felt a chill on his back.

"It's much easier now." Jiang Cheng looked at the man calmly, "We will try our best to help you find your son's body, but you need to tell us everything we know."

Without waiting for the man to agree, Miao Qing asked, "What do you mean by seeing your son's ghost? Did he come back, or did you see him in the manor?" This question was very important, so he acted a little anxious.

The man's eyes fell into memories when he heard it, "It was a psychic who told us. He found us in panic after the ceremony and said that our son was dead, but his soul was trapped in the manor, along with the souls of many people, and they couldn't leave."

"Why can't we leave?" Liu Hui asked.

The man's tone changed, and he said word by word: "Because it doesn't allow it."

"Who is it?"

The man was silent this time, and then shook his head, "I don't know. The psychic also asked, but my son and the trapped souls didn't dare to mention its name. Maybe they didn't know either."

"But the psychic said that as long as their bodies were found, they could be rescued. He also said that the bodies were hidden in a room in the manor, but we searched the manor and didn't find any room with bodies."

"Where can we find the psychic?" From the man's description, the psychic should have some real skills, and Jiang Cheng planned to meet him.

But unexpectedly, the man shook his head, "You can't find him, he's dead. He disappeared on the night of the end of the spiritual ceremony. We found his two broken fingers in the hotel where he lived. Following the bloodstains, we followed all the way to the manor, but the bloodstains disappeared at the gate of the manor." The man recalled the scene at that time, and his face was very ugly.