Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1073

He had checked the corpse before, and fortunately, there was no missing part in the corpse, which meant that the pinching step in the sewing process could be omitted, which would save a lot of time.

But when Chen Hao picked up the corpse's hand and just sewed two stitches, suddenly, a strange tactile sensation attracted his attention.

He pinched it twice, his complexion changed slightly, the hands of the corpse were more delicate, and the joints were not so thick, and the corpse lying in front of him was a man with a strong face.

Sensing the abnormality, Chen Hao's heart skipped a beat. He immediately put down his needle and thread, took a candle to illuminate it at close range, and went to check the other hand of the corpse.

In the next second, a scene that chilled his heart appeared. The other hand was covered with calluses. It was obviously a hand that had been working for many years, and the one he had stitched up just now... belonged to a pampered person.

This severed left hand does not belong to the corpse in front of him at all!
Oops……

Cold sweat dripped down Chen Hao's forehead, and after all the calculations, Yu Chengmu still fell in line. The old man got a severed hand from nowhere and spliced ​​it on his corpse.

But he has stitched a few stitches now. If he removes the stitches now and removes the severed hand, he will violate the taboo not to remove the stitches after stitching. Knowing that this severed hand does not belong to him, even if it is, he will not let him go.

The name of the incense is Requiem Incense, and if a corpse needs to use Requiem Incense, how could it be fine.

One is immediate danger, the other tantamount to slow suicide.

At this moment, Chen Hao calmed down unexpectedly. Since he was fine for the time being, there must be a way out. After all, judging from the coffin in the Yizhuang lobby, Yu Chengmu also encountered a crisis.

If Yu Chengmu can survive, so can he.

Don't mess, don't mess...

He began to judge from Yu Chengmu's perspective, speculating on the other party's psychological activities.

The most important thing before him is to confirm the source of the severed hand. Only by finding the source can we find a way to break the situation.

Looking at the tragic state of the coffin outside, Yu Chengmu should not dare to touch the corpses inside the coffin, especially since it is not within the scope of their mission, the watchman made it very clear.

So the owner of the severed hand must be one of the four rooms.

First of all, this severed hand will never be on the body of Yu Chengmu in Room 1, such a person would not risk his own safety.

Secondly, the possibility of being in room 3 is also very small. After all, the corpse in room 3 is used rashly.

To sum up, Chen Hao judged that the severed hand was most likely from Room 4.

Room 4 is what Chen Hao himself called it. After all, this room is the only one that doesn't have a number on it.

Before, Chen Hao still didn't understand the meaning of the existence of Room 4. After all, they were full of money, and there were only three of them at most. Now... Chen Hao seemed to understand.

But next, he will face another problem. If he goes to Room 4 to seek evidence, then he will violate the taboo that sewing the corpse needs to be done once, and he must not leave halfway.

Chen Hao finally understood Du Moyu's feeling that he couldn't write a book without inspiration, and felt like his head was going bald.

How can this be done?
In the end, Chen Hao made up his mind. After considering the pros and cons, he still went to Room 4 to verify. After all, only after confirmation can he find the real way out.

He took a deep breath, lifted the white cloth as fast as he could, and rushed across room 3 to room 4.

The moment he left the corpse, a crisp bell sounded from far to near.

Chen Hao heard it clearly, it came from outside the gate.

The thing that entangled Yu Chengmu not long ago came again...

But now is not the time to be afraid, Chen Hao rushed directly to the side of the corpse in room 4. Due to the poor lighting, he reached out to touch it, and tore off the left hand of the corpse.

That's right, the texture of this hand is relatively thick, and without checking the other hand, Chen Hao confirmed that this is definitely the left hand of the corpse in his room!
Yu Chengmu, an old bastard, actually switched his hands!
Without further hesitation, Chen Hao grabbed his left hand and quickly returned to Room 2. Just as he rushed into Room 2, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the scene in front of him made his hairs stand on end, a figure was reflected on the white cloth, silently stood there, motionless.

That thing... was only separated from him by a layer of white cloth.

Chen Hao had no doubt that if he was one step late, something outside would tear open the white cloth and rush in, and reap his life.

From the lifted coffin lids, one can imagine how terrifying the power of this thing is.

At this moment, the world was surprisingly quiet, and Chen Hao could hear his own heartbeat very clearly.

until--

"bell--"

The things outside turned and left. At the same time, a gust of night wind blew up and rolled up the corner of the white cloth that was stuck to the ground. Chen Hao's pupils suddenly constricted. He saw... a pair of red mandarin duck shoes, and a pair of white shoes tied to the plain white feet. On the wrist, there is a delicate bell.

"bell--"

"bell--"

With the movement of those feet, the bell rang non-stop.

The sound faded away.

It took Chen Hao a full minute to calm down completely. He didn't turn around until the sound of the bell disappeared completely, and faced the corpse again. The left hand with two stitches on the corpse fell off naturally. Carefully sew it on.

Great, an exact match.

His task is also accomplished.

But he didn't intend to leave, Yu Chengmu gave him such a big gift, he must return the gift, I don't know his gift... the next person will not be able to bear it.

Staring at the sewn left hand of the corpse, Chen Hao's eyes became sharp.

……

In the other room, the atmosphere was surprisingly dull.

"Boss, are you sure you want to go?" A Biao looked at Jia Jinliang and lowered his voice, making his voice even hoarse.

Jia Jinliang sat cross-legged on the bed, his chest rose and fell with his breathing. After a while, Jia Jinliang opened his eyes and exhaled, "Don't worry, didn't you hear what Yu Zhangyan said just now? He has already made careful arrangements. It will not be so easy for the next person to survive."

"These people didn't think it was so simple." Jiang Cheng's annoying face suddenly popped up in A Biao's mind.

"I know." Jia Jinliang's expression became serious, "But even if the last person survives, A Biao, I want you to stay."

A Biao's expression turned ugly, "Are you worried about the paper maker?"

"It's better to believe it than to believe it. Don't we encounter so few strange things these days?" Jia Jinliang got out of bed and came to A Biao. "On this point, I agree with Yu Zhangyan."

Jia Jinliang paused, and continued: "Ah Biao, there are some words that are too clear for the eyes of the palm, but I can tell that he also thinks that Du Moyu is not lying."

"That paper man...does have a big problem."

(End of this chapter)