Nightmare Attack

Chapter 92 The Media
But Jiang Cheng's next performance refreshed Fatty's understanding of him again.

He looked calmly at the face that was covered with blood, and patted Zhen Jianren's hand, "I know you're not dead, you still have a pulse."

Jiang Cheng's voice was full of persuasion, and Zhen Jianren was not as excited as he was at the beginning.

"You release your hand first, and I'll check your injury." After a while, Jiang Cheng said again.

Zhen Jianren gasped violently, whether it was because of the pain, or because of Jiang Cheng's words, in short, he slowly released the hand that was holding Jiang Cheng's wrist.

The two blood-like eye holes looked at Jiangcheng, as if they had pinned their last hope on him.

But when his hand left Jiang Cheng's wrist, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng take off the camera bag on his waist very calmly, and then wrapped the strap around his hand a few times.

Fatty's eyes widened, not knowing what Jiang Cheng was going to do.

Until Jiang Cheng swung the camera bag up like a meteor hammer, and then smashed Zhen Jianren's face heavily in Fatty's extremely shocked eyes.

"boom!"

The unprepared Zhen Jianren didn't stand firm, and was smashed and fell back into the box. The bridge of his tall nose was crooked into several pieces, and the nosebleed couldn't stop spraying out.

Jiang Cheng trot stepped forward and buckled the baffle on the box, turned around and shouted to the fat man, "Run!"

Before Fatty could react, Jiang Cheng had already run to the door.

Just when Jiang Cheng raised his leg and was about to kick open the wooden door that was in the way, a sound suddenly came from his ears.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound is not too loud, and it is not very close, but it has a kind of demagogic magic.

Jiang Cheng's raised leg was put down again.

Fatty was even worse, standing directly on the spot without moving.

Although the fat man couldn't move, his mind was still very clear.

He pricked his ears and listened for a few seconds, and found that the sound was not cluttered, as if it had some distinct rhythm.

This rhythm is very strange. Listening and listening, Fatty's unconscious legs actually rhythm.

Drums?

Unlike, the fat man thought quickly.

The sound was a bit heavier than the drums, but he didn't know the instrument, so he couldn't make out what it was making.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The rhythm is getting faster and faster, and every beat seems to be stepping on his heart.

He swallowed unconsciously.

The brisk rhythm sound became clearer and more intense, until the final "dong" sound.

This sound completely awakened the fat man.

Not even Jiang Cheng's body trembled consciously.

The two raised their heads almost at the same time, with mixed emotions flashing in their eyes.

This sound is different from all the previous sounds, this one is very close, as if it is behind you!
The fat man turned his head tremblingly, and a dark red curtain hung on the wall a few meters behind him. There was no doubt that the thing that made the sound was hiding behind the curtain.

What will it be?
His pupils twitched.

Is it Chen Yao?
Or something like Zhen Jianren in the box.

He is still not sure whether Zhen Jianren is a human being or something else.

The extremely strong sense of oppression made the fat man's mouth dry, and he didn't dare to move, as if he had already accepted his fate.

It wasn't until Jiang Cheng stepped up and ripped off the curtains.

Behind
The fat man opened his eyes slightly, it was a huge mirror.

But what really caught his eye was the scene reflected in the mirror.

A woman on tiptoe.

Although it is only a simple back view, it is not difficult to see the beautiful figure and excellent control of the woman.

The woman stood in a place similar to a dance classroom, with a tall and straight figure, but her back was turned to the mirror. In the dim light, she didn't say a word, which looked very strange.

"It's Chen Yao" Fatty didn't do what he thought.

The appearance of the final ghost even made Fatty ignore the unreasonableness of the scene in front of him. The scene in the mirror was obviously the music classroom before the renovation.

At this time, the mirror seems to have lost its ability to reflect light, and has become a medium that travels between two periods of time.

Outside the mirror is now, inside the mirror is 10 years ago.

As time passed, Fatty gradually noticed the abnormality in other places in the mirror. It turned out that Chen Yao was not the only "person" in the mirror.

More than a dozen black shadows stood around, as if worshiping, facing Chen Yao in the middle.

There is light spilling out of the mirror.

Not strong, similar to the light emitted by a micro torch.

With the only light, the fat man could vaguely see a few people in security uniforms and two students in the dark shadow standing tall.

He moved his eyes slowly, from left to right, until he could see half of a man's face.

Yes. Zhou Taifu!
It's Zhou Taifu, that's right!

A tiny flashlight emitting light fell at his feet.

Just like other dead people, his eyes rolled up strangely, and the corners of his eyes were exaggeratedly provoked, and the expression on his deathbed was unpredictable.

But apparently, he wasn't completely scared to death, because everyone here lost their jaws, as well as their tongues.

The hideous bloodstains spread on their chests, like a bloody feast.

Although it is not the first time I have seen such a scene, so many corpses gathered together in such a strange scene like a sacrifice.

Fear spread to his limbs and bones, and then wrapped the fat man tightly like vines, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The moment his legs regained consciousness, Fatty rushed towards Jiangcheng stiffly. Only when he was beside Jiangcheng would he feel safe.

"Doctor!" Fatty grinned and was about to ask Jiang Cheng for comfort when the latter slapped him.

He controlled his strength extremely well, and when he was about to touch Fatty's face, he covered his mouth with his backhand.

No sound was made.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng in horror, completely unaware of what he had done wrong.

Shouldn't you come here?
He found that Jiang Cheng's eyes kept wandering in the mirror, it didn't seem to be fixed, and he also saw a trace of seriousness on Jiang Cheng's face.

This terrified Fatty. In his impression, the doctor was definitely a representative figure who was not afraid of danger, and sometimes even made some harmless jokes in front of the dead.

He cast his gaze into the mirror suspiciously.

Almost, immediately, his complexion changed.

The middlemost position of the mirror. Empty.

Chen Yao is gone! !

And through Jiang Cheng's expression, Fatty knew that he had not found out where Chen Yao went.

What's scarier than the appearance of a ghost?
After the ghost appeared, it suddenly disappeared.

You have absolutely no idea where it will appear the next second.

Maybe your closet, bathroom, or even under the bed, in the quilt.
The strongest fear. From the unknown.

"crunch-"

The two turned around almost at the same time, because they heard a strange rubbing noise behind them.

It was like a rope that was badly frayed, embarrassingly heavy.

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