Nightmare Attack

"Damn it!" Fatty yelled, "Why are there so many old Yinbi in the dungeon recently? Is it because the orphanage is on holiday?"

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng's sighing expression immediately changed. He looked up and down at the fat man suspiciously. He felt that the fat man was no longer as well-behaved as before and always seemed to have something to say.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng only stared for a few seconds and then looked away. He walked to the table where Xia Meng was sitting and sat down. He first glanced at the cup in front of Xia Meng, and then poured himself a glass of water.

Something doesn't look right in this house. If you can be more careful, you should be more careful. The safest way is to follow the footsteps of your predecessors. For example, if you see someone drinking water, and then drink it yourself after it's okay.

Xia Meng took a drink of water just now, and both he and Fatty saw it.

Seemingly seeing through Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Xia Meng glanced at him disdainfully.

After taking a sip of water and moistening his throat, Jiang Cheng unzipped his clothes with satisfaction, then walked around in a circle and threw out the clue newspaper in front of Xia Meng.

He squinted his eyes and said in a measured tone: "Let me see what's written inside?"

Before he could open the newspaper, Xia Meng jumped up and pressed the newspaper on the table. "Are you a stupid pig? Open it at this time?"

Although her voice was not loud, it could be heard that she was suppressing it intentionally, otherwise she would be even more vicious.

Thanks to the good quality of the newspaper, if it had been an ordinary newspaper, it would have split open if Xia Meng slapped it.

Jiang Cheng blinked his eyes with a cute expression on his face, obviously waiting for her to continue.

"Is there any explanation for when this thing will be opened?" The fat man had the same doubts. He pursed his lips and just picked up the teacup before he had a chance to drink it. As a result, he shivered all over himself.

The information he had about nightmares was told to him by doctors, and he only knew that there were mission clues hidden in the newspapers, and they would only be revealed when he entered the nightmare.

After realizing that Jiang Cheng and Fatty didn't look like they were just pretending, Xia Meng let out a breath, gave Jiang Cheng a final glare, and then slowly sat back down.

Of course, the newspaper was also returned to its original owner.

“The later the newspaper is opened, the greater the profit,” she said succinctly.

a few seconds later

"That is to say, the clues inside are not fixed. The later you open it, the more clues will be exposed, right?" The fat man seemed to have understood something. He swallowed and continued to ask: "Is this what you mean?"

"yes."

The fat man who got the affirmative answer secretly turned to look at the doctor.

After realizing that the fat man was looking at him, Jiang Cheng immediately stiffened his neck and shouted in a fluctuating voice, "I know!"

The rain came and went quickly. After a while, the patter of rain could no longer be heard. This gave the people in Jiangcheng a feeling that the rain was just trying to drive them into the side room.

"Look," the fat man walked to the window and poked his head out, "it stopped raining."

Xia Meng also walked to the window. After a while, she said, "It's strange that although the rain has stopped, the sky has not changed. It is still so dark."

The fat man turned his head and asked, "Will it rain again soon?"

"It's not like that," Jiang Cheng replied. He walked to the door in the other direction, hid behind the door, and looked out through the gap in the middle of the door. Soon after, he pulled back and said slowly: "It seems like it's fast." It's night."

Although the speed of time in nightmares has always been a mystery, it was only two hours from the time they woke up, and only two hours from early morning to night, which was still too weird.

"Is it related to the mission in this copy?" Fatty asked.

Xia Meng nodded and said, "It's possible."

Although the rain stopped, a layer of mist appeared on the lake facing the window. The mist came suddenly, and by the time Fatty noticed it, it had almost filled the entire lake.

"Doctor, it's foggy," the fat man stared at the doctor who found a few candles and lit them immediately. The room was gradually enveloped in light.

Xia Meng is responsible for checking the doors and windows, making sure they are closed and trying to prevent fog from blowing in.

After all, the mist blowing from the lake is really weird. If they say there is nothing wrong with it, they themselves may not believe it.

Several people huddled some distance away from the windows and doors, waiting quietly.

Not long after, a disembodied voice came to Fatty's ears. He only heard a little bit at first, but then, as if he sensed something, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Just when he turned his head and was about to say something to the doctor beside him, a hand came out from his shoulder and suddenly covered his mouth, "I heard it too," an inaudible voice came from his ears. Passed over.

It's a doctor.

The doctor did not choose to pile the limited candles around him, but scattered the candles, standing two behind the door and the other two behind the window, making the door and window brightly illuminated.

There was only one left in the doctor's hand, and it seemed that he had no plans to light it yet.

Even if the three of them were together, he couldn't see the doctor and Xia Meng's faces very clearly. They just had a rough outline, which was vague and scary after looking at them for a long time.

It was a sound of opera singing, babbling, coming from the position of the lake. The singing was extremely sad and strange.

The fat man searched quickly in his mind and then frowned. He seemed to have heard a slightly similar sound somewhere.

After a while, his face suddenly turned pale, and he remembered the time when the doctor fell asleep watching a horror movie. The female ghost in the movie sang like this.

The female ghost's name is Chu Renmei.

Thinking of the strange female ghost in red standing at the bottom of the lake, the fat man immediately lost his composure and his body began to tremble slightly. He did not believe that there was such a coincidence.

No matter how these things are combined in the depths of the ancient house, at night, by the lake, the sound of opera singers, and the fog, they all create the perfect sense of déjà vu in a horror movie.

He tried his best to block his ears with both hands, but it was of no use. The sound seemed to pierce through his palms and pass directly into his mind.

Just when the fat man was about to bear it no longer, the sound of singing gradually faded away, and soon, it became completely quiet outside. The people in Jiangcheng did not get up immediately to check, but waited for a while before gradually standing up.

When it was Fatty's turn, his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up. Moreover, he didn't dare to speak because he hadn't heard Jiang Cheng or Xia Meng say anything yet.

"Remember what that woman said?" It was the doctor's voice.

After a pause, Xia Meng's emotionless voice sounded: "Master Xi Jing, the house is always deserted and there are few rooms for people to live in. Please stay in the wing at night and don't walk around, so as not to disturb everyone."

"This should be what disturbed us." Jiang Cheng said.