Nightmare Attack

It was late at night, and Jiang Cheng was sitting alone at a small table in the bedroom. Fatty Huaiyi was already asleep in the living room outside, and the former was snoring happily. Google search reading

As if he was worried about attracting attention, he did not turn on the light and only turned on a small lamp on the table.

His shadow remained on the ground, stretched very long, but Jiang Cheng could feel that the aura in the shadow disappeared.

No... I should have rested as well.

He carefully opened the drawer and opened the bottom layer, then reached in and touched a buckle with ease, revealing a very hidden mezzanine inside.

Opening the partition board between the mezzanines, he first took out a few wads of money. He placed the money on the ground casually and continued to touch until he touched a notebook.

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The cool moonlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains, coating the room with a layer of silver frost.

Jiang Cheng was lying on the mattress, with the quilt pulled up to his chin, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, and he had fallen asleep.

Everything in the room is blurry and peaceful, but if you look carefully, you can find a spine-chilling scene.

Just on the wall next to Jiangcheng, there was a dark shadow.

The black shadow stared at the person on the mattress, and there was a hint of complexity in those blood-red eyes.

Jiang Cheng fell asleep, it was certain.

As the black shadow became illusory, it reappeared and was already standing in front of the small table.

The shadow hesitated for a moment, followed someone's example, and slowly opened the drawer, then found the mezzanine and took out a few wads of money until he found the small book.

The hiding place of the book is much more hidden than the money. It gives the impression that even if the mezzanine is really discovered, I hope someone will just take the money away and stop exploring the deeper secrets hidden in the drawer.

The shadow lowered his head and stared at the notebook on the table.

It can be seen that the book has been around for a long time, but it is well kept and carefully wrapped with a book cover.

When I turned the first page, I saw a picture.

What is painted above is a woman with a tall figure and dark eyebrows. With just a few strokes, the woman's bulging figure under the cheongsam is vividly outlined, which shows the artist's skill.

It's Lin Wan'er.

Wu was deeply impressed by this woman and could not see through her.

Slowly turning the next page, it was still the woman, but the background was changed. This time it was just a side face. Judging from the special posture, she looked like she was driving.

This woman is still on the next page...

After turning over a dozen pages in a row, a new face appeared.

This person is familiar to everyone. To be precise, he is his defeated enemy. He is a handsome man who deliberately wears his hair parted in the middle and has a flattering smile on his face.

Pi Ruan, or call him Wei Jinting.

The two had fought before, and the door in his body was somewhat mysterious.

Next, Wu saw a silly and fat face.

In the painting, Wang Fugui is lying on his side on the sofa, sleeping like a dead pig. You can feel his comfort at that time through the painting.

After flipping through a few pages, he couldn't help but find that there was much more about this fat man than he thought, and what really attracted him were two of the paintings.

One picture shows him standing in front of the door, walking out with a large bag in his hand.

The fat man in the painting only has a back view, and his broad body is slightly stooped. At first glance, he looks like a stray dog ​​that has been kicked out of the house.

Feeling wronged and helpless, because I still have the last bit of stubbornness left, I refuse to look back.

The second photo is just the opposite of this one. It is a frontal photo. The fat man is standing in front of a double wooden door, which is the kind of ancient deep mansion compound in TV series.

The fat man stood outside the door, soaked all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He could feel that his condition was very bad at this moment, very bad. He stretched out his hand as if to pull someone out of the door.

What was no surprise were the fat man's eyes.

It never thought that such a timid and timid guy would actually burst out with such determination at a certain moment for a certain reason that he had to do.

From behind, some more people appeared.

There were not many people, and the page was only one or two pages long. There were men and women, including Huai Yi, and the woman from the last mission, Lin Muchan.

It can be seen that the people who can be painted occupy a certain position in Jiang Cheng's heart.

His eyes became complicated again, and the speed of turning the pages gradually increased, as if he was looking for something, but after Lin Muwan's page, all that was left was a blank.

The light in his eyes extinguished again. After a moment, Wu gently closed the notebook and prepared to put it back. But the moment he picked up the notebook, something strange caught his attention.

There is an obvious crease at the corner of the book.

Unfold it along the fold, and there is a piece of paper folded in half between the blank pages at the back.

He carefully took out the paper and unfolded it along the creases. The scene inside made the originally illusory shadow solidify instantly, and the hand holding the paper was trembling.

The background of the picture is a dark corridor, with a man wearing a black trench coat and holding a sword standing straight on the spot like a battle flag.

Behind the man with the sword was a tall and terrifying guy, swinging an ax and slashing forward.

This man... is me!

Wu immediately realized that this painting recorded that he had replaced Jiang Cheng's shadow, standing in front of the murderer, and taking the murderer's fatal blow for him!

After a long time, the black image finally came to his senses, folded the paper carefully, then found the crease in the book, aligned it, and put it back in place.

Then, seemingly worried about being seen out, he stuffed it inside again.

After doing all this, he put the notebook and money back in the drawer one by one, and finally closed the drawer gently, as if nothing had happened.

The curtains moved automatically without any wind, and a dark shadow flashed and stood by the window.

Looking out the window through a transparent glass window.

In the quiet night, the paranoia and madness deep in a pair of eyes quietly receded, leaving a glimmer of light.

But this situation did not last long, and a sudden change broke everything.

The black shadow's body suddenly straightened up, and then those crimson cracks that Jiang Cheng had seen before appeared again.

Along the black shadow's legs, it quickly spread upwards, as if it wanted to engulf it.

The crimson eyes suddenly opened, and Wu's upper body became illusory, as if black flames were burning, and strange figures flashed from time to time in the flames.

If you look carefully, you will find a huge scarecrow, a wet woman, and a terrifying corpse of a man holding an ax in his hand.

Wuzai gathered all his strength to resist the red crack.

Two forces, one red and one black, were fighting together. Wu's body was the battlefield, and the huge pain seemed to tear it apart.