Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1055
"You also think that dotting is a big pit, don't you?" Du Moyu subconsciously thought.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It has nothing to do with eye dotting. Didn't you pay attention to what the watchman said just now? He only mentioned red paint for the nails of the female paper figurines. Did he say what to use for the eyes of the male paper figurines?"

Du Moyu's memory is not bad, and he admitted after recalling: "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."

In this kind of mission, NPCs will not make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that they can't give the male paper figurine the finishing touch.

"So...so we can only choose to...paint the nails of the female paper figurine." Due to his occupation, Du Moyu's brain power is comparable to that of a fat man. In a dark room, he imagined himself squatting down and seriously The scene of the paper girl with bright red nails.

Surrounded by all kinds of paper figurines, and then looking up inadvertently, the female paper figurine is tilting her neck, looking at him affectionately. This scene is really exciting!
Du Moyu has never painted his girlfriend's nail polish.

As if thinking of something, Du Moyu said quickly, "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that the feet of the paper figurines were dirty, with grass and dirt stuck to them."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "That's right, I also noticed that these paper dolls should be the ones who left footprints when they carried the coffin in the mourning hall last night."

"So if we accidentally pick out these paper figurines this time, we will die." Du Moyu's face was a little serious.

After a while, Du Moyu quickly said: "I have a suggestion, let's pick the paper figurines that are hung up, we can see the feet of these paper figurines, pick the ones with clean feet, the female paper figurines with clean feet!"

Du Moyu's suggestion was in the right direction, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "You're right, but I don't think it's that simple, there might be some kind of ghost mixed into those paper figurines with clean feet. "

"Let's take one step at a time." Du Moyu encouraged himself, "Anyway, the two of us are not the first to go."

Jiang Cheng looked at Du Moyu upon hearing the words, "How do you know?"

"Didn't you see the red line on the lottery?" Du Moyu was a little surprised, "There is a scale on the red line, and everyone's is different. I think the one with the highest scale goes first."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took out the lottery drawn during the day, looked carefully, and found that there was indeed a row of inconspicuous tick marks on the side of the lottery.

And his scale corresponds to the position of 3.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Too bad, he was negligent.

He was still thinking about the order in which each of them went from the third watch, and why the watchman didn't disclose it.

"Not bad." Jiang Cheng kept his face calm, and looked at Du Moyu with a mysterious sense of relief, "The observation skills are still passable, and your novel should be passable, so I'll give you a rocket when you go out. "

Du Moyu scratched his head in embarrassment, and reminded in a low voice: "We are not called Rockets, but Leaders."

"It's all the same." Jiang Cheng skipped the topic and asked, "Which one are you going to?"

Du Moyu took out his lottery and showed it to Jiang Cheng: "I am fifth and last."

"The last one feels more dangerous, you should pay more attention to yourself." Jiang Cheng thought about what happened to Pang Xiaofeng last night. If Yu Chengmu hadn't made a horizontal move, the person who died would be the last A Biao.

"Thank you for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I have the confidence to survive."

"By the way, I have also seen their order. Zhang Junyu is the first, and A Biao is the second. As for that Zhou Qing, he is too far away from me, so I didn't see it." Du Moyu felt a little regretful.

Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu's shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is the fourth."

"Did you see it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, and felt that it was better not to hit him. He was not stupid, but his mind was too simple to be stupefied, "That's right." Jiang Cheng responded.

The two discussed for a while about tonight's paper figurine mission, and they focused on two core issues.

First, it was the missing woman that Jiang Cheng was thinking of, that is, the wife of Shopkeeper Zhou.

According to the village chief, they searched the entire village, but they couldn't find a woman, not even in the river. The village chief and the man who led the way were intentionally or unintentionally infiltrating the situation where the woman was at home.

Considering that their target tonight is a female paper figurine, the ominous premonition in Jiang Cheng's heart became more and more prominent.

The second is the sentence that floated after the watchman left.

During their entire conversation, the watchman didn't mention anything related to fire. Before leaving, he suddenly said such a sentence, which made people puzzled.

Could it be that they will encounter something related to the candle tonight, or the situation?

As the night gradually deepened, Du Moyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he let him rest at ease and watch the night by himself.

Jiang Cheng politely declined his offer. Du Moyu was not a fat man, he couldn't believe it.

Time passed by, Du Moyu was bored, walking around in the room, and moving some things from time to time.

Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing, Du Moyu touched his nose in embarrassment, and replied that he was accumulating materials, and that many inspirations for his supernatural novels came from missions, which is why many readers follow up on them. Because it is true enough.

While talking, the sound of knocking on the clapper sounded, as if it came from far away. The sound was not only not crisp, but also had a dying smell.

It also painted a dangerous background color for tonight's mission map.

Jiang Cheng looked at the door and said in a low voice, "Zhang Junyu is about to start."

"Open the door to hell, there is death and there is no life!" Du Moyu cursed viciously, he still remembered the matter of Pang Xiaofeng.

On the other side, Zhang Junyu, who heard the sound of the clapper, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, glanced at the house where Jiangcheng was located, then turned and walked towards the paper maker's house that he remembered during the day.

The night was gloomy, and there was an unusual tranquility in the whole village.

There were no birds chirping, no autumn insects screaming, and everyone in the village seemed to have died.

Zhang Junyu suddenly had an unreasonable guess whether the entire village was really dead. The villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figurines.

At night, when the villagers return home, the real body of the paper figurine will be revealed.

"Da da da."

He walked stiffly along the dirt road in the village.

When he came to the door of the paper maker's house, a faint light shone in front of his feet.

It is the gossip mirror.

Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, cleared away distracting thoughts, and stepped into the door.

Although he had been here during the day, Zhang Junyu simply walked around the house first, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood by mistake. He also thought of the problem that Jiang Cheng thought of. The missing woman has not yet disappeared.

The ghost knows if she will come back, and she is hiding in the house now.

What Zhang Junyu is more worried about is whether the woman at this moment is still human.

(End of this chapter)