Nightmare Attack

"Damn, it's so insidious. Read М" Huai Yi also wanted to understand this and cursed in a low voice: "The sign-in book is placed opposite the person's head. If you want to sign, you have to go over and turn your back to the person's head. This is special Who can withstand it?"

Wen Liangshan licked his lips and said, "Don't be so mean, Brother Huai, I, Brother Jiang, can do it. If Brother Jiang hadn't been careless at first, how could you hide it from my Brother Jiang with this little trick?"

Fatty: "Wenliangshan, I remember you were not like this yesterday."

Jiang Cheng ignored it. After glancing at the time on his phone, he frowned slightly. It was now 12:19, "Hurry up, we don't have much time left."

This mission is not only to sign in from the 1st floor to the 5th floor of the building alive, but there is also a time limit. If you cannot leave from the main entrance before 12:44, the mission will be considered a failure.

These people will be left behind forever, just like the missing Xiaoting.

Returning to the previous stairs, several people quickly went upstairs, but when they were halfway there, they heard Wen Liangshan's voice "Huh?"

Since the surroundings were extremely quiet, this sound seemed particularly abrupt.

"What's your ghost name?" Huaiyi asked.

Wen Liangshan seemed to be attracted by something. He stretched out his hand and touched the handrail of the stairs. After a while, his breathing became rapid, "Brother Jiang, come here and take a look."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng walked over. He did not turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone in the corridor, but used the weak light from the screen to illuminate the corridor.

There were obvious water stains on the handrail of the stairs. If you got closer, you could smell a pungent smell. It was the formalin used to soak the corpse.

What's even more frightening is that there are actually scratches on the armrest, which look like they were left by sharp nails.

But Jiang Cheng scratched it with his nails a few times and found that although the handrail was old, the wood was still solid, and it was very difficult to leave scratches on it.

Jiang Cheng could even imagine that the nails on the hand that left the scratch marks must be quite sharp, like knives.

The further you go up, the more traces your fingernails scratch you leave, which are densely packed and very eye-catching.

"Doctor." The fat man walking on the other side suddenly said, "Come and take a look at this place?"

Looking at the position of the fat man's fingers, it was on the side next to the wall. The white wall peeled off badly, with various scratches on it.

Just like the ones on the wooden handrails, they were all left with nails.

There are also a few lines of crooked words mixed in.

"Why come here?"

"Why don't you listen to me?"

"Don't go up there anymore, this is not a place where a living person should come."

"I've warned you.

"Do you really want to see me die?"

"Then as you wish."

"Hehe, actually when you see this line of words, you are already dead."

"Let's all stay"

"Be with me forever and ever."

These words were all carved on bit by bit with fingernails, and they looked crooked like a ball of reptiles. After looking at them for a long time, the inside of my head hurt like pins and needles.

The threat and weirdness implied in it cannot be described in words.

Another thing that attracted Jiang Cheng's attention was the location of these words. Some of them were more than 2 meters above the ground.

Then here comes the problem.

How did the person or thing who wrote these words do it?

Can it fly?

Still able to crawl on vertical walls like a spider.

Because he knew that one of Fatty's innate skills was brainstorming, Jiang Cheng didn't say this speculation out for fear of scaring him.

Just reminding everyone to be careful.

The layout of the fourth floor is different from that of the other floors. I don’t know if it’s due to the architecture or what’s going on. Everyone always feels that the ceiling of this floor is significantly higher than the previous floors.

Looking up, it's pitch black, as if you can reach another world.

And the temperature is lower than the previous floor.

If they felt cold before, the temperature here had already begun to make them shiver.

Even someone like Jiang Cheng, who was not very afraid of the cold, subconsciously wrapped up his clothes tightly.

"It's so cold." Wen Liangshan kept squeezing toward the middle of the team. Finally, he was glared at by Huai Yi, and then he calmed down. The lower half of his face had completely retracted into his clothes, and his voice was very muffled, "I "Where are we now? Are we in prison?"

"If you can speak, speak more. If you can't, just shut up!"

Walking slowly along the corridor, the corridor is deep and seems to have no end. There is darkness in front and behind, and the sound of footsteps echoes here, giving everyone a sense of desolation that has been forgotten by the world.

The rooms on both sides don't look like ordinary classrooms or offices.

First of all, the doors are different. They are heavy iron doors with old-fashioned padlocks. Some doors are painted dark green, and some are painted blue.

The door was also wider than ordinary doors. Jiang Cheng stopped in front of an iron door. There were no signs on these doors, and the only way to identify them was a few marked numbers.

A little to the right of the door, the number 9 is painted in bright red dye.

"Room 9." The fat man looked at the bright red number and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Brother Jiang." Huaiyi looked at Jiang Cheng and asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with this room?"

On the way here, there were many similar rooms around, with no signs, no instructions, and no indicators.

There was nothing but a heavy iron door that couldn't be opened and a few numbers.

They don't even know what's going on here.

Jiang Cheng ignored him and directly took Huai Yi's hand and placed it on the door. The next second, Huai Yi's expression suddenly changed.

cold.

No, no, it's not cold, it's chill.

That bone-chilling chill!

Before meeting Jiang Cheng, Huaiyi had experienced some supernatural events, and this kind of chill was caused by those things.

Before Huaiyi could speak, Jiang Cheng said, "This should be the cadaver for the entire medical school where corpses are stored."

"All on this level?"

Huaiyi was shocked. This was just a medical school, not a professional hospital or a funeral parlor morgue. How could there be so many corpses.

"Of course not. This is the only one, and the others are all fake." After speaking, Jiang Cheng pointed to the location under the door, "We have walked through so many rooms, but this room is the only one without a threshold."

"Because professional carts are required to transport corpses, it will be very inconvenient for the carts to enter and exit if there is a threshold." Jiang Cheng pushed the door with a bone-chilling coldness with his hand and found that the door was locked. The old chain lock had a cold metallic sheen.

"Help me be on guard." Jiang Cheng took out a black hairpin from her pocket, and then bent the wire inside. She took the hairpin off Yuan Xiaoyi's head and said she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.