Nightmare Attack

Chapter 764 Newspaper (thanks to the leader of Lian Ichuan)

Yes. Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, it was water.

No, it's a footprint!
Wet footprints!

While seeing the footprints clearly, Shen Mengyun's eyes paused, and a moment later, cold sweat wet her back instantly.

The toes of the footprints are facing the door, the door is ajar, and the lock on it has disappeared, and the most frightening thing is that there are only footprints of entering the door, but no footprints of leaving!
His throat couldn't help rolling up and down, and then looking at the dormitory door, everyone's expressions changed.

The mind eater is inside.

Just a door away from them.

Thinking about it further, Shen Mengyun's chest heaved violently, and her breathing also became rapid. If... If Jiang Cheng hadn't taken her upstairs, she would have stayed in the dormitory alone. Then she is now no, no, it was not long ago What will happen to her?
she will be replaced silently by the mind eclipse
Jiang Cheng pinched her arm, and Shen Mengyun broke free from the fear. Everyone backed away calmly, away from the door.

Then, along the corridor, quickly walk out.

With the discovery in front of the dormitory door, everyone paid more attention to the ground under their feet, and soon found more wet footprints, next to the wall.

The footprints continued intermittently, all the way to the door of the dormitory, and finally broke off in front of the door of the doorman.

It can be seen that the footprints came out of the room of the concierge first, and then went to Shen Mengyun's dormitory.

The door of the uncle's room was closed, and it was quiet inside, and the lights were not turned on either.

Huai Yi swallowed, his eyes filled with uneasiness, and said in a low voice, "We...we haven't seen the porter for a long time."

Just this simple sentence seemed to disturb the surrounding environment and make everyone more uneasy, because what he said was correct, and it was true that no one had seen the uncle for a long time.

When did it start, Jiang Cheng recalled.

It seemed that it was from yesterday or the day before, because they were in a hurry every day, and the impression the concierge left on them was very strange, so no one wanted to take the initiative to find him, and avoided him if they could.

"Would you like it?" Shen Mengyun lowered her voice and looked at Jiang Cheng. She had an almost comical trust in this man.

Wang Qi didn't know if he thought of something, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the rusty doorknob, but before he could use any force, Jiang Cheng stopped him.

Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Qi, the expression on his face said not to be troublesome.

Wang Qi slowly withdrew his hand, and then turned his palm upwards. Everyone saw that his fingers were stained with water. It seemed that he just wanted to test it out and didn't want to actually open the door.

Now it seems that the concierge may be in danger.

Leaving the dormitory, they kept their footsteps as low as possible along the way, just like before.

At midnight, according to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, they successfully entered the art center building. Judging from the decoration inside, the art center was more grand than the university student activity center.

The fat man also muttered in a low voice, sure enough, people who study art are different, they have money and know how to play.

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he immediately explained to him that he also studied art, was a serious art worker, and had dedicated himself to art.

The fat man knew that this was a doctor’s little problem, so he replied with a look of contempt: “Doctor, please shut up, those things you know will be soaked in a pig cage in a feudal society. You have to thank Harmony.” Society saves you.

Shen Mengyun listened to it with a dazed expression, what kind of art needs to be sacrificed, why is it involved in soaking the pig cage?
But Wang Qi, who was standing at the back of the line, seemed to understand. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he squeezed out a not-so-good-looking smile.

"Let me tell you to be serious, okay?" Huai Yi turned his head and said with a bitter face, "We have already entered the art center, and here are strange stories, can you respect them?"

Jiang Cheng corrected them with a serious face, "Don't forget, we came today to smash the backs of their heads."

Huai Yi was stunned for a second, and wanted to refute, but found that there was nothing wrong with this statement, this time it was not an escape mission, but a head-on confrontation with something in the strange story.

Just like Brother Jiang said, you don't have to feel sorry for them if you hit the back of their heads.

Of course, it doesn't rule out being smashed by them.

Shen Mengyun stopped, pointed to the wall and said, "Look, is there a road map on it?"

Looking up, there is a piece of paper on a wall not far from the gate, marking the location of the classrooms in the art center.

Among them, the conspicuous position was specially marked with a red pen. The fat man squinted his eyes and leaned over to look, "It is the exhibition hall!"

The exhibition hall is the sculpture hall, as Yuan Xiaoyi said, but the name is different.

"Go, go to the duty room first." Jiang Cheng turned around.

The duty room is not far away, just turn a corner, just like what Yuan Xiaoyi said, the lights are on, but there is no one there.

But it is invisible from the outside.

The glass window in front of the duty room was blocked with a large white cloth, and the white cloth was hung in the duty room like a curtain.

But after walking in, the inside was pretty decent, with a fur coat draped over the back of the chair, a registration form, a red telephone landline, and a lot of newspapers on the table.

The white cloth used as a cover in front of them was not hung up as they thought at first, but was clamped with two wooden clips, one on the left and one on the right.

It looks very rough and not strong.

Presumably the school didn't allow it, so it was done secretly.

And it's not a white cloth, just an old bed sheet that has been washed white.

On the right-hand side of the table, there is a large enamel cup.

The style is rare now, and there is still half a cup of tea in it, and the inner wall of the cup is covered with a thick layer of tea stains.

Looking at it as a whole, it feels as if there was someone sitting here just now.

But Jiang Cheng touched the cup with his hand and found it was ice-cold.

"Okay." Huai Yi stood up from the table and nodded to Jiang Cheng.

According to what Jiang Cheng said, he found the red alarm switch under the table and turned it off.

After leaving the duty room, a group of people went straight to the sculpture classroom according to the map instructions. Yuan Xiaoyi said that there were tools they could use.

But not long after they left, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the empty duty room.

The wind got stronger little by little, blowing the newspapers on the table.

The newspapers covering the top were lifted one by one, as if someone flipped them, until the bottom one was exposed, and then stopped.

This is a very old newspaper, the pages are yellowed, and the corners are badly damaged, as if it is often turned out to read.

At a cursory glance, the content inside is mostly gossip news, or strange people and strange things, coupled with a series of exaggerated headlines to catch people's attention.

Generally, those who write like this are some local tabloids with relatively poor circulation.

At the corner of the newspaper, a small box was separated, and the introduction inside was bolded in black——

A university art teacher died in the middle of the night in the exhibition hall. The only suspect was unconscious. He was crushed by a truck as soon as he was released. Observer analyzes this for you.
"Snapped!"

In the next second, the wooden clip on the right fell off, and the bed sheet fell due to gravity, covering half of the chair.

On the originally empty chair, a human figure was propped up strangely.

　The monthly ticket is double, thank you brothers for your support!
　
(End of this chapter)