Nightmare Attack

Chapter 295

Qin Jian outside the door seemed to have noticed something. His dying voice disappeared, and his voice began to become weird. The voice became more and more high-pitched and distorted, "Why didn't you open the door?"

"You open the door! Why don't you open the door!!"

In the end, the sharp voice seemed to pierce the eardrums, and countless negative emotions of resentment, distortion, and resentment were mixed together.

It can already be clearly heard that it is a woman's voice, not very old, but full of resentment.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There was a loud knock on the door, and bright red handprints left one after another on the snow-white door paper. It seemed that this flimsy door wouldn't last long.

But Zuo Jing didn't have any expression of fear on her face.

Because they have seen through the ghost's conspiracy.

So according to the rules, ghosts can't break in unless the person inside opens the door for her.

Just like Shi Liao Zhi who has passed out.

Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing shrank behind the door without saying a word.

Gradually, the shadow on the door gradually changed, from one to two.

The new shadow appeared much more illusory than the previous one. It was of average height, but its body was unusually wide. It was twice as wide as an ordinary person. It stood a little behind the side of the first figure.

It seemed that the first figure to appear was Qin Jian, but he was already dead, and the only thing standing outside was his body.

And the other figure is the ghost that Yuqi mentioned.

The ghost is indeed a woman.

A bold and more intrusive idea appeared in the minds of Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing almost at the same time. The bloated ghost dragged Qin Jian's body ashore, and then stood the body in front of the door. She stood behind the body, Grabbing the corpse's hand, he pretended to be Qin Jian and knocked on the door.

Trick them into opening the door.

"He came to see you?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, the fat man looked a little unnatural, but he still nodded and said in a hesitant tone: "Maybe... maybe so."

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man.

He held a leaf in his hand, the leaf was big, bigger than a human palm, and there were some sticky things on it, he touched it, tilted his head and asked: "Is this your communication code? "

The fat man didn't know how to explain it to the doctor, but he always felt that the doctor was thinking wrong.

Ten minutes ago, the fat man who was sleeping drowsily was awakened by a knocking sound.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around. In the dim environment, he suddenly found that the doctor's and Xia Meng's beds were empty, and there was no one in the room.

The moment he realized they were gone, Fatty immediately woke up.

He tried his best to suppress his fear, shut his mouth tightly, and got off the bed tremblingly, as if he was about to crawl under the bed.

But before I got in, the book from the first time I met the doctor appeared in my mind unconsciously. At that time, a ghost crawled out from under the bed.

Later, when they found Xie Yu again, the latter's death was very touching.

Swallowing, the fat man didn't dare to move immediately.

He was worried that as soon as he got in, there was a ghost waiting for him inside.

In the next second, just as the fat man was thinking about what happened and where the doctor and Xia Meng went, Yu Guangzhong stretched out a hand from under the bed, and quickly covered his mouth before the fat man could react.

Then, in the fearful eyes of the fat man, he saw the doctor and Xia Meng get out from under his bed one by one.

It was the doctor who covered his mouth.

"Ten"

"Tuk Tuk."

"Tude."

"Tuk Tuk."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Tude."

The knocking sound continued, not loudly, but it was very clear in the silent night, and the fat man frowned, with a particularly rhythmic sense, as if something was signaling.

His face was pinched, and the fat man who reacted looked in the direction of the doctor's finger and gasped in fright.

A round object was reflected in the window, and there seemed to be a person standing outside.

No, how could it be a human being.

It's almost like a ghost.

Then the shadow suddenly disappeared, and there was a brisk running sound outside.

Blinking his eyes, the fat man couldn't figure it out. Could it be that this ghost still thinks that people like himself will run out to chase it in the middle of the night?
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Cheng moved closer to the window after there was no situation.

He quickly glanced out along the gap, and after finding nothing unusual, he carefully opened the window a little.

The moment the window opened, something caught in the gap fluttered down, it seemed to be a piece of paper.

After picking it up, I found that there was a large leaf behind the paper.

It was the one that Jiang Cheng was holding at the moment.

The fat man thought for a while, and then realized that this leaf was the one he picked off during the day, and he put it under the steamed bun and gave it to the poor little beggar.

After listening to Fatty's explanation, Xia Meng glanced at him, but didn't say much, obviously dissatisfied with him for lying to her before.

The fat man was also very tactful and didn't look at her.

After opening the stack of crumpled paper, there was a very rough painting on it. In the middle of the painting was something like a boat, and there were three little people on the boat.

The two small figures in the front and back of the boat moved their hands, as if they were squatting and rowing, while the small figure in the middle was more delicate. He was standing in the middle of the boat, and his status should be higher.

It seems that the person who drew the picture wanted to express the meaning of someone taking a boat.

An arrow extended intermittently from the foot of the villain in the middle, with the word "yellow" written on it.

"Do you mean to say that Young Master Huang is on a boat?" Fatty lowered his voice, frowned and asked, "But why are there still people behind and behind, are they... are they all ghosts?"

Xia Meng, who was standing on the side, took a few glances, then gradually approached, pointed to a place and asked, "What is this?"

The little person who was marked with a "yellow" had a blotch on his head, as if something was wrongly written and then painted over.

"Yes." The fat man squinted his eyes, "Huh?" He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly said: "The one that was painted out seems to be a yellow character."

"He crossed out a yellow character, and then wrote another yellow character on it." Xia Meng raised her costume, then raised her head, "What does he want to express?"

"Could it be that he's not sure whether the person on board is really Young Master Huang?" The fat man continued, "It's just a guess."

So far, this question has not yet been answered.

Unless you wait for that little beggar to come again, or take the initiative to catch him and torture him.

This painting was obviously not long after it was finished, and the ink was not completely dry yet. Jiang Cheng rubbed it with his hands, and he could still see the obvious ink dots.

(End of this chapter)