Nightmare Attack

Chapter 711 Fault
It's Meng Yumian!

Gao Yan never expected that he would be the first to win the lottery.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The black shadow rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, and finally stood in front of him, only separated from him by an opaque plastic sheet.

Through the small hole, the outside world is pitch black.

Those legs... blocked the hole.

"Tick."

"Tick."

There was the continuous sound of water droplets dripping, each drop, like a needle, pierced into the depths of Gao Yan's mind.

His heart was beating faster, cold sweat dripped down the corners of his eyes, all he could do was keep his mouth shut and he didn't dare to utter a word.

"Thorn-"

Gao Yan watched helplessly as the plastic sheet between the two was slowly pulled up.

A pair of blood-stained dancing shoes appeared in view, and as the plastic sheet continued to be pulled up, he also saw half of a pale calf.

There was no blood on the leg, and there were several scars, which seemed to be scratched during the struggle. At this moment, the flesh was turned outward, revealing the pale flesh inside.

It feels like the kind of zombie meat that has been drained of blood and stuffed into the freezer for many years.

When the plastic sheet was about to reach the knee, it stopped.

Gao Yan was trembling, he didn't dare to look up at all, he only looked out of the corner of his eye, because he was worried that he would bump into a scary face when he looked up.

After a rustling sound, two hands stretched in along the opened gap. The hands were blue and purple, and they were clenched into fists. The palms were facing down and the backs of the hands were facing up. They seemed to be holding something in their palms.

This scene really scared Gao Yan, normal people are completely unable to do the same action without bending over.

It seems that this is the so-called guessing game.

After the ghost hand reached in, it stopped moving, as if it was giving him a time to choose.

The situation was different from what he thought at the beginning, and Gao Yan didn't dare to hand over the eyeballs in his hands rashly.

Gathering his courage, he began to examine his hands closely.

The movements of the two hands are almost exactly the same, and the clenched fists are also the same size. Just when Gao Yan guessed that there might be something wrong, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a little more red on the ground under his left hand from the corner of his eye.

It was a drop of blood.

Although it was small and inconspicuous, it was still noticed by him.

As if it had been accidentally splashed, he immediately looked at the ground under his right hand and found that it was clean, only a little dust.

"When Meng Yumian died, he was holding a snatched eye in his hand. The hand holding the eyeball must be stained with blood."

No more hesitation, Gao Yan took out the glass eyeballs, placed them in front of his left hand, and said in a trembling voice, "I choose the left hand."

A gust of wind blew in front of his eyes, and he was so dazed that he couldn't open his eyes. Then, he heard a "dong dong" sound, and gradually went away.

The glass eyeballs under his feet were also gone.

The energy in Gao Yan's heart was released, and he collapsed on the spot, unable to move.

In the rain, Jiang Cheng was hiding behind an iron shelf. Not long ago, he saw a red figure coming out of the equipment room bouncing around.

But then, the red figure seemed to sense something, turned around again, and went back, and this time the footsteps were very light, and could even be covered by the sound of rain.

Jiang Cheng immediately figured it out, someone must have secretly hid in the equipment room thinking it was dark under the lights, and then was discovered, Meng Yumian shot back.

Who is it?
First of all, fat Huai Yi was excluded, and Wen Liangshan even ran to the direction of the bathroom without daring to turn his head.

It's not like Shen Mengyun, nor is Wang Qi so stupid, so there is only Gao Yan left.

It's dark under the lamp. It fits the old guy's slippery personality.

"Boom."

"Boom."

A red figure looked like a zombie, jumping away from the equipment room, this time from the 2nd floor, jumping 7 or 8 meters away.

Originally, Jiangcheng was ready for Meng Yumian to come to find him, but in the end, she didn't. Her stiff back turned in another direction.

After observing, Jiang Cheng noticed that Meng Yumian's course of action seemed to have been set early in the morning, and she was searching along a fixed route.

After leaving the equipment room, he went directly to the bell tower.

When Meng Yumian came out of the equipment room for the first time, she also went towards the bell tower, but there was an accident on the way, which made her go back to find Gao Yan.

Although the rain curtain made the scene around the playground extremely blurred, the red figure was an exception. Wang Qi was standing at the window of the bell tower, and the red figure was coming towards him.

There was not much fear in Wang Qi's eyes, he believed in his own judgment.

Soon, there was a "dong dong" sound from the stairs downstairs, very fast.

It's a deadly ghost.

After hearing the sound, Wang Qi turned around, facing the direction of the door, crossed his legs, sat down slowly, then lowered his head, quietly waiting for Meng Yumian's arrival.

"Squeak-"

A small door at the top of the clock tower was pushed open.

"Boom."

With just one step, Meng Yumian jumped in front of him.

Out of the corner of the eye, a pair of dancing shoes dyed bright red were dazzling red, and a little higher was a pair of wet, pale legs.

Just like Gao Yan's experience, after being found, the next step is to play a guessing game.

Wang Qi made his choice almost instantly, "Left hand." He fiddled with the glass eyeball in his hand, and he seemed a little reluctant when he handed it over.

"Boom."

"Boom."

The beating sound gradually faded away, Wang Qi moved his body, stood up, and walked down the bell tower.

When passing by a dark room downstairs, I stopped. It seemed to be the storage room of the cleaning staff. There were several tools in it, and some cloth bags and plastic bags hung on the wall.

Wang Qi took out a plastic bag from inside, and after shaking it, it looked clean.

He dug out two holes and put it on his head.

Jiangcheng is at the gate of the bell tower.

"It doesn't look good if your hairstyle is messed up." Wang Qi didn't seem surprised by Jiang Cheng's arrival. After straightening the plastic bag on his head, he tore another one off the wall of the darkroom and waved it at Jiang Cheng, "You One too?"

Staring at the black plastic bag on Wang Qi's head and the two eyes under the hole, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt familiar.

Once in a mission, Ping An Apartment, when there was no such door, there was a guy who called himself Wei Jinting inside.

The dress of the two of them is very similar.

They also gave themselves a sense of danger.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Wang Qi smiled, didn't care at all, knocked his head and said to himself: "In my memory, there used to be someone who liked to do this, and that was a guy with a bad mouth. But I actually forgot his name, no, I really think I forgot a lot of things."

For the first time, Jiang Cheng smelled a hint of melancholy from this guy.

When he came into contact with Wenliang Mountain before, Jiang Cheng also noticed that he seemed to have a vague memory of some things before, especially the bus that he didn't remember how to get on.

There is a fault in their memory.

(End of this chapter)