Nightmare Attack

Chapter 289 Games
The wing room was not big, and Qin Jian felt cold at first glance.

No painting!
Where did the painting go?

How could it be that they hid the painting?Qin Jian quickly analyzed in his mind.

No, it's impossible, there is something wrong with that painting just by looking at it, let alone touching it, even if you look at it a few more times, you don't know what big trouble it will cause.

They dare not.

Could it be that Qin Jian's heart skipped a beat, the painting is missing!
It disappeared after Chen Xiaomeng came to look for her!

Otherwise, why didn't she let her enter the house for the second time?

I was just worried that I would find that the painting was missing.

Now it all makes sense.

This is a trap.

They didn't know how to use some means to divert the ghost's attention to themselves, and now the one being targeted by the ghost is him!
Oops
But what they said.
Qin Jian's ears moved, and there was the sound of extremely fast footsteps outside the door. He came straight here, and when he hurried down, he saw a small gap in the rear window, so he immediately pushed it open and turned it out.

"Huh—" the fat man who pushed open the door let out a long breath, and then said in a gangster voice, "Brother, there is no one."

"That can't be taken lightly." Jiang Cheng walked in with a step of disrespect, and then sat down on the chair, "That old man Qin Jian is not so easy to fool."

"How's the old sixth?"

"Don't worry, brother." The fat man said with a chuckle, "Sixth Brother said that everything is stable, but those few words may give the old man some hints, and Sixth Brother is worried."

"That's something that can't be helped." Jiang Cheng took a sip of his tea, and then slammed the teacup on the table with a bang, which made Qin Jian, who was eavesdropping outside the wall, tremble.

"There is no absolute dead end in the mission. Even if the risk is passed on to that old man, according to the rules, there will be a glimmer of hope for him." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "It depends on whether he can grasp it."

"He can't handle it." The fat man giggled as if agreeing, how wretched and wretched he could be.

"Lao Qi, tell the others to work together tonight and try to divert the old man's attention." Jiang Cheng stroked the teacup with one hand, and said with a sneer, "Let's see if the old man's death can bring us new ideas."

"Big brother wise."

Until the evening when everyone gathered for dinner, Qin Jian's head was still buzzing.

Not only because he didn't understand those few words, but the bigger surprise lies in the information that Hao Shuai inadvertently revealed during the communication with the fat man——

Big brother.

That fat man is called Brother Hao Shuai.

Then the other party called him Lao Qi.

I heard that there is also a man named Sixth Brother.
What's even more frightening is that after they mentioned the sixth child, the man who called himself Hao Shuai even mentioned it to inform others.
Now the question is, how many people did they come?

Are the Seven Calabash Brothers all here?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Qin Jian finally understood why that Hao Shuai always looked confident. It turned out that he had a lot of brothers.

Inadvertently glanced at everyone at the table, Qin Jian saw that everyone looked like Hao Shuai's brother, and everyone was unreliable.

"Mr. Qin." An Xuan suddenly said, "Why don't you eat?"

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and then said with a more natural expression: "I'm not very hungry, you should eat first."

There is also a problem with this An Xuan, probably Hao Shuai's person.

Qin Jian was vigilant.

Otherwise, how could he ask himself such a simple question, which is inconsistent with his usual personality.

Liao Zhi, the teacher who was picking up the dishes, might also have a problem. He was the only one at the dinner table who never looked at him. Was he worried that he would find out some flaws and be exposed?

I just don't know how old a person like him can be.

No one can believe that my life is only those few lines of poems, only... those few lines of poems!While thinking about it, Qin Jian picked up the bowl and began to pick rice into his mouth.

Xia Meng picked up a piece of pickled crispy cucumber, bit it off with a "click", and then chewed slowly, sighing at Qin Jian from the corner of her eye, this person is not stupid, it's just that he is unkind to others.

"Doctors." The middle-aged woman waiting outside the pavilion said in a polite but indifferent tone: "It's almost night, please go back to your room to rest as soon as possible after eating."

"Don't delay tonight's lake tour." The middle-aged woman said: "It disturbs the interest of the young master."

You Qi looked at the middle-aged woman, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, probably thinking about what to call the woman, but when the woman looked at her, he still bite the bullet and said, "Tonight, what is going on tonight? Swimming in the lake?"

"I mean in what way?" he added.

Staring at a middle-aged woman seemed to take a lot of courage. He could not look away after only a few glances.

"Choose a bride."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the middle-aged woman's answer.

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly smiled, narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, and raised the corners of her mouth exaggeratedly. This similar expression immediately reminded them of the paper figurine from last night.

Except for the pale complexion and makeup, they are very similar.

"The young master needs all the doctors to choose a bride for him." The middle-aged woman said in a sullen voice.

It was approaching midnight.

The cold wind from the lake blew on the body and face like knives. The thin costumes had little ability to keep out the cold, but no one dared to take them off.

Tang Shirou's example told them that this costume probably represented their skin.

What's even more weird is that even if there is wind on the lake, it can't blow away the mist that began to appear and float on the lake.

No moon tonight.

The surface of the lake shrouded in mist is like a mass of ink that cannot be dizzy. Just staring at it gives people a very gloomy feeling.

Qin Jian stood alone in a relatively remote place, about 3 meters away from everyone. His teacher Liao Zhi was standing behind him just now, but Qin Jian walked away afterwards.

Liao Zhi frowned slightly.

They have already understood the rules this time. According to Chen Qiang, who knows more about folk customs, this is a small game before marriage in remote areas of Hunan.

The general idea is to select some women of similar stature, all dressed up as brides, and then cover their heads to mix in real brides.

Finally, let the groom who has drunk three glasses of wine choose to see which one is his sweetheart.

The only difference this time is that the scene was chosen on a lake, and they needed to row a boat to choose it, but the basic rules are still the same.

"Is there any punishment for wrong choice?" Shi Liaozhi asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing."

Hearing what Chen Qiang said, everyone's expressions improved a little.

"It means that after the wedding banquet, the bride should take off the groom's clothes by herself, and then hit them with a broom in front of her parents, implying to expel them."

Before he could finish speaking, the fat man's face turned pale, and he took off his clothes, that's where it ends.
Is it not peeling?
(End of this chapter)