Nightmare Attack

The few people didn't communicate much. Yuan Xiaoyi said that after finding the eyeball, leave as soon as possible. Meng Yumian will appear later.

But they would not have thought that just after they left the equipment room, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room, causing the corner of the wallpaper to rustle.

Revealing a gray face in the mirror behind.

After Jiang Cheng and others came out, they separated according to the original plan. Jiang Cheng walked alone in the rain. He never thought that he could avoid Meng Yumian.

If they could contact Meng Yumian as early as possible, they might be able to find a way out of her. In that case, the mission could be ended early, and Fatty Huaiyi and the others would have a greater chance of survival.

Jiang Cheng has always had doubts about Gao Yan's guess. Simply judging life and death by choosing the left and right eyes is somewhat arbitrary.

This doesn't feel like a nightmare mission.

Jiang Cheng was thinking as he walked towards the grove. He would not stand still in one position, he would move. In his opinion, the playground was the best place for observation.

He was not the only one who thought this way, there was another person who thought similarly to him.

Wang Qi.

The place he chose was the clock tower.

It was the commanding height, overlooking the entire playground, but at the same time, it was also what military strategists called a death place. Once targeted, he had no chance of escaping.

So he, like himself, was not prepared to escape.

Nor did he see himself as prey.

He is a hunter.

The rain curtain blocked his sight, and even Jiang Cheng didn't notice that there was an inconspicuous crooked-neck tree about 10 meters to his left.

And behind the tree, there was a pair of eyes, staring at him.

Waiting for Jiang Cheng's back to disappear behind the curtain of rain, the figure behind the tree jumped out impatiently, and then quickly ran towards the equipment room.

The equipment room is divided into two floors, with stairs inside and outside. Gao Yan quickly walked along the outside stairs to the second floor.

The door on the second floor was an old wooden door with many pits on it, and the door shaft was soaked in disarray by the rain. It didn't take much effort for Gao Yan to open it.

What hit me was a musty smell.

Gao Yan didn't care about this. In his opinion, there was no safer place than the equipment room.

This is called darkness under the lamp. Meng Yumian was locked here at that time. She would never have imagined that someone would dare to hide here.

After a brief inspection, he found an inconspicuous corner. Gao Yan opened a piece of plastic sheet and found an iron shelf underneath. It was empty and the space was relatively spacious.

He couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately squatted down and got in.

Hey, it's just the right size.

It's like it was tailor-made for him.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately put down the rolled-up plastic sheet and spread it all the way to the ground, thus completely sealing himself.

After thinking about it, he quietly dug a very small hole in the plastic sheet. Through this hole, he could observe the outside.

It's foolproof now

After settling himself down, Gao Yan let out a long sigh of relief. He couldn't help but think about where the female ghost Meng Yumian in red would appear first.

The grove was the place where she died. According to his experience, ghosts are most likely to appear at the place of death, and her obsession may be hidden there.

I just don’t know which unlucky guy would choose to hide there, for fear that he would be the first to come to his door.

"Zila——"

Just when Gao Yan was worrying about others, a slight sound suddenly came from his ears, like a piece of paper being torn open.

"Zila——"

"Zila——"

At first, Gao Yan thought it was the wind, but soon he didn't think so anymore, because this sound had a very special rhythm.

He couldn't describe it, it was like something was trying its best to squeeze out, and then there were many pieces of paper attached to it, and there was a sound of the paper being pulled apart.

"Boom."

The floor trembled slightly.

"Boom."

Soon after, there was a second sound.

Gao Yan heard it clearly now. It was the sound of a foot landing. It was deep and heavy, as if he was wearing a pair of heavy boots.

The sound came from downstairs.

Right at his feet!

Connecting these, Gao Yan's face suddenly turned pale, and such a scene could not stop emerging in his mind.

A female ghost in red struggled to get out of the mirror. Because there was a layer of paper on the mirror, she tore the paper to pieces during the struggle.

Then first one foot steps out, then the other.

As if in response to Gao Yan's guess, the thing downstairs started to move.

"Boom."

"Boom."

The sound was twice as loud as before. Gao Yan could imagine that it was a female ghost jumping around.

She didn't just walk, she actually jumped forward like a zombie in the movie!

Damn it, the corner of Gao Yan's mouth twitched, and the back of his head was cold. Who would have thought that this ghost actually came out of the mirror in the equipment room!

Gao Yan recalled his cleverness not long ago, stretched out his hand, and wanted to give himself a slap in the face with his backhand.

But he didn't, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare. He was worried that the female ghost would find out if he made any noise.

Holding his breath, Gao Yan retracted his feet, lowered his head, held his knees with both hands, and huddled into a small ball.

If possible, he would like to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"You can't see me, you can't see me, I'm hiding in a very hidden place, she can't find me, she can't find me." Gao Yan worshiped all the gods and Buddhas whose names he remembered in his heart, and he had never felt so humble before. .

But it seems to be really useful.

With the sound of a door opening, the "dong dong" beating sound gradually faded away, as if it went to the playground, and finally disappeared in the rain.

"Huh——" Gao Yan let out a long breath, and he slowly moved his legs, preparing to get up and change places.

After all, this is the birthplace of ghosts, who knows if there will be any moths. When he thought of the mirror downstairs, his calves cramped.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time." He slowly changed his posture, but just when he stretched out his hand and wanted to lift the plastic sheet in front of him, as if he had a feeling in his heart, he decided to be safer.

So he slowly moved his face up and looked outside through the small hole he had dug before.

It was dark outside, and everything was left with only a dark black outline. When his eyes swept to the right, Gao Yan couldn't help but frowned.

When he came in, he had a brief look nearby. If I remember correctly, there were some waste equipment, tables and chairs, etc., which were placed very flat, and there was nothing too high.

But at this moment, there was a large vase standing on the equipment.

As a flash of lightning flashed by, bringing a moment of light to the dark room, Gao Yan's pupils slowly expanded, and the next second, they suddenly shrank into a slit.

That was not a vase at all, but two pale legs put together, with water dripping down along the broken corners of the bright red skirt.

There was a person standing on the old table.