Nightmare Attack

And he would never let his sister down. He naturally made the same choice as his sister. Without Xia Qiang, he would have been a cold corpse.

3 to 1.

The number of people who choose to continue leads the way.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Xiaotian couldn't help but shed tears, and his voice was trembling with excitement: "Thank you, thank you, Miss Lin, Mr. Lin, I thank you on behalf of Brother Qiang Mengyao"

"Fuck! What kind of saints are you all pretending to be here?!" Huaiyi, who was standing aside, threw the clothes in his hands to the ground, pointed at Lin Muyun's nose and cursed: "Lin Muyun, I have no objection to you and your sister wanting to be the savior. , don’t bring us with you, you have a good relationship with Xia Qiang, I don’t owe him anything!”

"Xia Qiang is dead inside. The rest of you have no ability to save people. Why don't you have to rely on Brother Jiang, Brother Fugui, and our brothers?"

"Fuck you if you want to kidnap us with morality. The three of us are leaving today. Let's see who can stop us!" Huaiyi and Fatty Jiangcheng have been together for a long time and haven't lost their temper for a long time, but this doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that he has no temper. He used to be a cruel and ruthless man who was struggling to survive in nightmares.

He was originally prepared to quarrel or even fight with Lin Muyun, Yuan Xiaotian and the others, but Lin Muyun's performance was beyond his expectation.

"You're right." Lin Muyun said, and he did not shy away from this question. "I respect your choice. Now, please continue to vote.

Huaiyi walked over aggressively and inserted his identity card into the end column. Lin Muyun nodded apologetically to him. Huaiyi swallowed back the unpleasant words he had pressed in his throat, but before turning around, he glared fiercely. He glanced.

As soon as Huaiyi walked back, Zhou Tong walked forward quickly and inserted the identity tag into the wooden box.

After seeing the red words "leave" flashing for a moment, Yuan Xiaotian seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaning his back against the wall, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Tong burst into tears.

3 to 3.

It's a draw for now, but for Yuan Xiaotian, he already knows the outcome.

The remaining two people are not from his side.

On the contrary, Brother Qiang took them with him to round up these two people before.

Fate plays tricks on people, but that's all.

The fat man stood up unsteadily and walked past Huai Yi. Huai Yi winked at the fat man repeatedly, but received no response.

The fat man squatted down. His face was very calm, but it revealed an indescribable pain and entanglement.

"I abstain." After inserting the ID card into the middle row, the fat man came back, lowered his head, and sat in his previous position without saying a word.

After discovering that Fatty had abstained, Huaiyi's expression improved. In his impression, Brother Fugui was the only variable.

If he abstains from voting, the matter will be settled today.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and quickly inserted his ID card into the wooden box. The next second, a cold mechanical synthesized sound sounded: "The voting session is over and the game continues."

"Let's go back." Jiang Cheng turned around and said in a calm voice: "Save people."

Yuan Xiaotian burst into tears after a brief period of confusion.

Feng Jie, who always showed a cold side, swayed and relied on the wall to barely stand. His lips trembled and tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably, "Thank you, thank you."

Zhou Tong knelt on the ground, covered her face, and cried heartbrokenly, louder than anyone else. Finally, Lin Muwan walked up and helped her up.

After being stunned for a long time, Huaiyi turned his stiff neck, looked at Jiang Cheng with despair after betrayal, and even some anger, and murmured in a low voice: "Why?"

"Brother Jiang, why do you want to save them?" Huai Yi seemed to be a different person, his eyes were dull, and his tone was not aggressive, but it gave people a sense of helplessness and deep despair.

The fat man still didn't speak, but lowered his head.

"What are they? They are just teammates in this mission. Brother Fugui and I are your partners!" Huai Yi said in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever considered us? I still have parents, and I'm not married yet. I don’t want to die either!”

The hysterical voice echoed in the empty corridor, like a bleak autumn wind, chilling people's hearts.

"I know." Jiang Cheng said softly.

"What do you know?!" Huaiyi pointed at Lin Muyun, looked at Jiangcheng, and asked loudly: "Have you ever thought about it, if it were us, the three of us, trapped inside, these hypocrites would still risk it? Save us?"

"I found a real way to survive." Jiang Cheng waited for him to finish before speaking.

The scene paused for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed.

"Brother Jiang, what did you say?" Huaiyi stopped crying immediately and looked at Jiang Cheng with wide eyes.

"I said that I have found a real way to survive. No more people will die." Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Otherwise, I would not choose to go back to save people, let alone risk my brother's life."

"You are much more important to me than all of them put together." Jiang Cheng's expression and tone were natural when he said these words, and he did not avoid Lin Muyun and the others.

After Feng Jie heard this, his tone became urgent, "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean by the way out?"

"That lamp." Jiang Cheng replied.

"That green desk lamp?" Feng Jie's eyes paused, as if he remembered.

"Have you noticed that the style of the desk lamp in Room 19 of the Reasoning Hall is the same as the one in the office area of ​​Yourun Building?" Jiang Cheng continued: "And these two lamps have a very strange characteristic. They are not It can light up even if it requires electricity.”

This sentence seemed to wake up the people present. Indeed, according to the owner of the reasoning hall, the power in room 19 has been out for a long time, and the chandelier cannot be turned on, but the desk lamp inside is still on.

The same goes for Yourun Building. In the rainy night, there was no light in the entire building, except for the desk lamp that was dimly lit, emitting a miserable green light.

"A murderer needs to step on a person's shadow to kill. That lamp?" Feng Jie suddenly raised his head and said quickly: "That lamp is related to the shadow!"

"I think it should be within the range of the light, which will distort or even disappear people's shadows." Jiang Cheng was not entirely speculating, but he recalled that when he was close to the light, he would often feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Palpitations.

It felt like something that was connected to him was being stripped away from him.

Thinking about it now, it should be none.

In Yourun Building, he thought more than once that he had missed a very important clue, but there was always a strange feeling that prevented him from continuing to think.

It wasn't until he woke up this time that he finally figured it out.

That desk lamp is the key to breaking the situation.

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