Nightmare Attack

The night was getting darker, but one could still see through the darkness and see countless mottled stains on the ceiling.

But there was nothing else except the stains.

The fat man retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion. His lips moved for a while before he carefully said, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean."

"It's already 12 o'clock," Jiang Cheng held the camera in his hand, but his eyes looked at the door.

The fat man was more and more confused.

"No one died yesterday." Jiang Cheng said.

Hearing this, the fat man paused for a moment, and then couldn't stop trembling. He stared at Jiang Cheng's face and couldn't help saying, "Doctor, isn't it good that no one died?"

"Good," Jiang Cheng's face showed no expression, "but it's not normal."

"Is it normal for someone to die every day?" The fat man suddenly raised his voice.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded affirmatively, "At least one."

They have spent three full days on this mission.

The cheongsam woman died on the night of the first day, and Long Tao died in the afternoon of the second day.

It's already the fourth day.

Indeed, no one died yesterday.

Even though there were some twists and turns, everyone returned to the dormitory safely.

"Doctor," the fat man swallowed and whispered, "Could it be that you are too nervous? Ghosts probably need to rest too."

Jiang Cheng ignored him.

After a moment, the fat man advised again: "Doctor, you have done well enough, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Jiang Cheng repeatedly looked at the camera in his hand, over and over again.

Zhen Jianren almost took pictures of the entire music classroom from inside to outside, even the teachers and students were not spared, but still could not find any trace of the ghost.

The ghost seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Click!"

The lights in the room suddenly lit up.

Jiang Cheng's eyes condensed and immediately looked at the door.

The switch of the chandelier was next to the door.

The fat man standing in front of the switch was frightened by the sudden look from Jiang Cheng.

"Doctor," he explained quickly, "I also feel something is wrong. I have a very bad premonition. I think we should turn on the lights."

This is also good, after all, he is not going to sleep tonight.

With the fat man accompanying him, he doesn't feel bored.

But just as he lowered his head and prepared to watch the video again.

His body suddenly froze.

The chandelier above his head was still on, emitting a dim yellow light.

Following his line of sight, there was a small shadow under him.

Like a fog that would never dissipate.

The fat man noticed something wrong with Jiang Cheng and immediately asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with you?"

No one answered.

"Doctor?" The fat man emphasized.

The uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

Just when he was about to give up -

Jiang Cheng suddenly moved. He put down the camera, then took the black camera bag hanging on the side and put the camera in.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said as he packed up, "Pack up quickly."

"Doctor, I only have these little belongings on me, all in my clothes," the fat man looked at the inky night outside the window, his throat rolled, his eyes full of confusion, and said, "Is it too dangerous for Coco to leave now?"

He was also a little confused now. After all, a few hours ago, it was Jiang Cheng who told him that he could not leave here tonight no matter what.

He looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion.

After the latter finished speaking, he first sorted out the garbage on the ground, and then packed up the empty bottle of iced black tea and put it behind the door.

Then he walked back and took off his coat, and then his pants.

The fat man watched Jiang Cheng strip down to only a pair of boxer briefs.

"Doctor," the fat man widened his eyes, "What are you doing?"

The next second, Jiang Cheng, like a fish, "whoosh" into the quilt.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng's comfortable moan came from the quilt, the voice was a little muffled, "Hurry up and clean up, turn off the lights first, I'm going to bed."

This night was definitely a torment for the fat man. He had a lot of questions, but before he could ask them, Jiang Cheng fell asleep.

Although he once suspected that Jiang Cheng was pretending.

Maybe he would suddenly jump up again after a while and pull him away.

So he didn't take off his clothes and waited all night.

Until dawn.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

"Who?!" the fat man asked vigilantly.

"It's me," the man replied, "Luo Yi."

It was indeed Luo Yi's voice, and

The fat man turned his head to look out the window, it was already dawn.

Jiang Cheng also poked his head out of the quilt and said in a daze: "Let him wait a while, I'm not used to getting dressed in front of men."

The fat man replied according to Jiang Cheng's meaning, "Wait a minute, we haven't gotten up yet!"

There was a "hiss" sound outside the door, as if Luo Yi had lost his temper with these two people.

"Do you have anything to do?" the fat man asked.

"Come to our room for a meeting later, and let's study what to do next."

"Okay."

Hearing the fat man's agreement, Luo Yi left, he still had to notify the people in 406.

Unexpectedly, the door of 404 behind him suddenly opened at this time, and Jiang Cheng's head poked out of the door and shouted: "Brother Luo Yi, please stay!"

Luo Yi turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng with a strange expression.

"Let's have a meeting in our room later," Jiang Cheng said confidently, "I will feel more valued this way."

Luo Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand Jiang Cheng's intention, but he still nodded and said, "Okay, then hurry up and take care of it."

20 minutes later, everyone gathered in room 404.

It rained last night, but today is a rare day of good weather.

The first ray of morning light broke through the clouds.

Sprinkle evenly into the room.

When you open the window, you can still smell the refreshing smell after the rain.

In view of their views on Luo Yi yesterday, several people in 406 didn't like him very much.

Zhou Taifu even made no secret of his doubts about him.

As the mission deadline approaches, the atmosphere becomes increasingly tense.

"There isn't much time left," Luo Yi's expression turned pale, and he felt everyone's rejection of him.

But he didn't explain, because it would only make things more difficult.

"Do you even need to say this?" Zhou Taifu muttered. He felt more confident now that Yu Wen was sitting with him. "When the celebration opens, we will all die here!"

Luo Yi's face darkened when he heard this.

Zhen Jianren glanced at Zhou Taifu and sneered: "I'm afraid Mr. Zhou is still too optimistic."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we can still survive until that time?" Zhen Jianren unbuttoned his shirt and stared at him. "The ghost disappeared in the second rehearsal. This shows that it has completed some kind of transformation. Some of the rules in the past have been It can no longer be contained.”

"I think the third rehearsal is our last chance. If we can't end this mission before the third rehearsal, everyone will die!"

The fat man swallowed and asked in a low voice: "Then who knows when the third rehearsal will be?"

No one answered.

The fat man felt relieved a little.

"Tomorrow," Yu Wen suddenly spoke. She took out a small red mobile phone from her pocket, shook it and said, "Feng Lan informed me 10 minutes ago."

Then her expression changed slightly, "The location remains the same, the time is midnight."