Nightmare Attack

Qin Jian outside the door seemed to have noticed something. His original dying voice disappeared, and his voice began to become weird, getting sharper and more distorted, "Why don't you open the door?"

"Open the door! Why don't you open the door!!"

In the end, the sharp voice seemed to pierce the eardrums, and countless negative emotions of resentment, distortion, and resentment were mixed together.

You can already clearly hear the voice of a woman. She is not very old, but she is full of resentment.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of knocking on the door was louder and louder, and bright red fingerprints were left one after another on the snow-white door paper. It seemed that this weak door could not hold up for long.

But there was no expression of fear on Zuo Jing's face.

Because they have seen through the ghost's conspiracy.

So according to the rules, the ghost cannot break into the door unless the person inside takes the initiative to open the door for her.

Just like the teacher Liao Zhi who had passed out.

Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing huddled behind the door, saying nothing.

Gradually, the shadow on the door gradually changed, from one to two.

The new shadow that appeared looked much more unreal than the previous one. He was of average height, but his body was unusually wide, twice as wide as an ordinary person. He stood slightly behind the first figure.

It seemed that the first figure to appear was Qin Jian, but he was already dead, and only his body stood outside.

The other figure was the ghost mentioned by You Qi.

The ghost is indeed a woman.

A bold and somewhat penetrating idea appeared in the minds of Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing almost at the same time. The bloated ghost dragged Qin Jian's body ashore, and then stood the body in front of the door. She stood behind the body, Holding the corpse's hand, he pretended to be Qin Jian and knocked on the door.

Trick them into opening the door.

"He came to see you?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, Fatty's face felt a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded and said in a hesitant tone: "Maybe, maybe."

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man.

He held a leaf in his hand. The leaf was very big, bigger than a human hand, and there was some sticky stuff on it. He touched it, tilted his head and asked, "Isn't this your contact code? "

The fat man didn't know how to explain it to the doctor, but he always felt that the doctor was wrong.

Ten minutes ago, the fat man who was sleeping in a daze was woken up by a knocking sound.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. In the dim environment, he suddenly found that the doctors and Xia Meng's beds were empty, and there was no one in the room.

The moment he realized they were missing, Fatty immediately woke up.

He tried his best to suppress his fear, shut his mouth, and got off the bed shivering, making a gesture of getting under the bed.

But before I could get in, the scene when I met the doctor for the first time appeared in my mind unknowingly. At that time, there was a ghost crawling out from under the bed.

Later, when they found Xie Yu, the latter's death was very touching.

After swallowing, the fat man immediately didn't dare to move.

He was worried that as soon as he got in, there would be a waiting ghost waiting for him inside.

The next second, when the fat man was thinking about what happened, a hand stretched out from under the bed where he didn't pay attention, and then quickly covered his mouth before the fat man could react.

Then in the fat man's frightened eyes, he saw the doctor and Xia Meng crawling out from under his bed one by one.

It was the doctor who covered his mouth.

"Benevolence"

"Tuk-tuk."

"Tuk."

"Tuk-tuk."

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

"Tuk."

The knocking sound continued, not loud, but very clear in the silent night, and the fat man frowned, and it was very rhythmic, as if something was sending a signal.

After his face was pinched, the fat man reacted and looked in the direction of the doctor's finger, and took a breath of fear.

A round, midwinter object was reflected in the window, and there seemed to be a person standing outside.

No, how could it be a human being.

It's more like a ghost.

Then the shadow suddenly disappeared, and there was a brisk running sound outside.

Blinking, Fatty couldn't figure it out. Did this ghost still think that people like him would run out to chase it in the middle of the night?

After waiting for a long time and nothing happened, Jiang Cheng moved towards the window.

He quickly glanced out along the gap, and after finding nothing unusual, he carefully pushed part of the window open.

The moment the window opened, something caught in the gap fell down. It seemed to be a piece of paper.

After picking it up, I found a large leaf tucked behind the piece of paper.

It was the piece in Jiang Cheng's hand at the moment.

The fat man thought for a while, and then realized that this leaf was the one he had picked during the day. He put it under the steamed bun and gave it to the poor little beggar.

After listening to Fatty's explanation, Xia Meng glanced at him, but didn't say much. She was obviously dissatisfied with him for having lied to her before.

The fat man was also very wise and did not look at her.

After opening the folded and wrinkled paper, there was a very rough painting on it. In the middle of the painting was something like a small boat, and there were three little people on the boat.

The hands of the two little figures at the front and rear of the boat are moving, as if they are squatting and rowing. The little figure in the middle is more delicate in comparison. He is standing in the middle of the boat, and his status should be higher.

It seems that the person who drew the picture wanted to express the idea of ​​someone riding on the boat.

An arrow extends intermittently from the feet of the little man in the middle, with the word "yellow" written on it.

"Do you want to say that Mr. Huang is taking the boat?" The fat man lowered his voice and frowned and asked, "But why are there people in front and behind? Are they all ghosts?"

Xia Meng, who was standing aside, glanced at it for a few times, then gradually came closer, pointed at a location and asked, "What is this?"

The little man marked with the word "yellow" has a bunch of stains on his head, as if he wrote something wrong and then erased it.

"Yes." The fat man squinted his eyes, "Huh?" He seemed to see something, and suddenly said: "It seems that the word that was painted out is also a yellow character."

"He crossed out a yellow character, and then wrote another yellow character on it." Xia Meng raised her costume, then raised her head, "What did he want to express?"

"Could it be that he is not sure whether it is Master Huang on board?" Fatty continued, "This is just a guess."

For now, there is no answer to this question.

Unless he waits for the little beggar to come again, or takes the initiative to catch him, he will be punished.

This painting was obviously painted not long ago, and the ink had not yet completely dried. Jiang Cheng dipped his hand into it and could still see obvious ink spots.