Nightmare Attack

"No, it's inside." The young man seemed to have recalled something, and his face instantly turned pale. After a while, he said: "Anyway, just don't go in. This is what Brother Wu promised me. He said you are just outside. Find clues.

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The people in Jiangcheng thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Promises are always the least valuable things, especially in nightmares.

They only need the young man to take them there and confirm the crime scene. As for whether to enter, how to enter, and what to do after entering, that is not the man's decision.

Following the man, they walked into a corridor and turned many corners.

At the end of the corridor was a wooden door that was ajar. When it was pushed open, it made an uncontrollable friction sound, which made everyone feel nervous.

They walked very carefully along the way.

After passing through the door, the layout in front of me became much more familiar, and the surrounding area suddenly opened up, with several low buildings not far away.

If I remember correctly, they have been here before.

The Feng Family Ancestral Hall and the Heavenly Master Altar are both nearby.

The young man lowered his voice and pointed to the building not far away, "It's right there, the penultimate courtyard, the largest one."

Looking in the direction of the man's finger, there was a vague shadow of a building there, and it covered an area larger than other buildings.

I don’t know if it’s due to the light. Compared with the nearby buildings, the tone of this building is obviously darker, and the light seems to be swallowed up.

Zhao Xingguo's throat didn't just roll.

"Don't stay too long, take a look and leave as soon as possible." The young man warned before leaving. "Although there is no one nearby, don't let the light shine. It will be terrible if you are caught."

After agreeing to meet at the gate soon, the young man left. It could be seen that he had an indescribable fear of that building.

"Something doesn't look right here." Zhao Xingguo looked around cautiously. It was no different from when he left, but he clearly felt that something was wrong.

"Stop talking nonsense. If there is no problem here, what are we going to do?" Fu Fu seemed to be very impatient. She didn't even bother to do superficial things for people like Zhao Xingguo.

After being defeated in Fu Fu's hands, Zhao Xingguo did not dare to fight back. Putting aside his background as a night watchman, Luo He and Fu Fu themselves were enough to be feared.

Especially the man named Luo He, who looks gentle and indifferent to worldly affairs, but has abilities that even ghosts would find difficult.

Zhao Xingguo had never seen or even heard of anything like this.

Realizing that Jiang Cheng was staring in another direction, Zhao Xingguo asked curiously: "Mr. Jiang, what are you looking at?" He looked in the direction Jiang Cheng was looking, which was the direction they came from.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng looked away, "Do you still remember what Liu Laizi said?"

When Jiang Cheng suddenly mentioned Liu Laizi, Zhao Xingguo paled. Even Fu Fu, who had always been incompatible with them, stopped and turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xingguo asked unnaturally.

"He said that the door of Feng Mansion will be closed after dark, and no matter who calls the door, it will not be opened." Jiang Cheng recalled Liu Laizi's sinister tone, raised his eyes and said, "No one can open the door of Feng Mansion at night. ”

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Staring at Huaiyi, who was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, Fatty said upset, "Can you please stop leaving? It's so dazzling that my eyes are dazzled."

"Aren't I also worried about them?" Huai Yi argued, "By the way, there is something I can't figure out, and I want to talk to you."

What Huaiyi originally wanted to say was to discuss it with you, but after realizing that Lin Wan'er was also looking at him, he swallowed his words and changed to "ask for advice."

Hearing the word "ask for advice", the fat man sat up straight in a very formal manner, nodded, looked at him and said, "Please ask for advice."

Huaiyi found a wooden chair and sat down, and asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever thought about how that straw man appeared in Chen Qiang's backpack?"

"How could he carry that kind of thing on his back?" Huaiyi touched his chin, his tone was amusing, "According to my observation, Chen Qiang is not a careless person, and it is impossible for him to make such a mistake."

"You mean someone deliberately stuffed the straw man into his backpack?" Huai Yi's words opened up a new way of thinking for Fatty.

"That's impossible, Chen Qiang never leaves his backpack, and I never see him open it outside." At this point, the fat man suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Huai Yi's gaze also became strange. His gaze glanced at Pi Ruan, and then moved away indifferently.

For someone like Chen Qiang, it is unrealistic and risky to try to force someone in while he is awake, but what if he is asleep?

Everyone sleeps in separate rooms at night, and the door to each room has a lock that can be locked from the inside.

There were only two people living in the same room as Chen Qiang.

One is Huaiyi who asked the question, and the other

The fat man slowly turned his gaze, and Pi Ruan was leaning on the wall next to him, with his head lowered, wrapped in a ragged quilt, and already asleep.

Now that they had entered the Feng Mansion, everyone didn't have so many worries. Zhao Xingguo also got angry, pushed open a dark wooden door, and was the first to walk in.

If the two brothers he brought died here, he wouldn't be ashamed to go out alone.

"Here" After entering the courtyard indicated by the young man, Zhao Xingguo couldn't help but have a strange look on his face. He saw many red things in the corner.

After getting closer, I found that it was red paper and some red lanterns. The word "longevity" was written on both the lanterns and the paper.

Bright red, it looks dazzling.

Jiang Cheng picked up the lanterns scattered on the ground and found that they were very old. They seemed to have been left here for a while. "This should be a place like the Feng family auditorium. Master Feng's birthday banquet was held here." Jiang Cheng threw it away Lantern, said the analysis.

"Look there." Fu Fu raised her chin. The place where they stood was facing a very luxurious-looking building.

White cloth was hung on both sides of the building, with words written on it. You could tell it was a message of remembrance without even looking at it. Several unlit white lanterns were just thrown on the ground without a chance to hang them up.

"It seems that Mr. Feng's body is parked here." Jiang Cheng said: "The last birthday banquet was held here. This time the Feng family was in a hurry and had no time to prepare. They could only simply take down the previous festive decorations and replace them with It’s a waste of time.”

"You're here, let's go in and take a look." Fu Fu stepped on the paper money on the ground and walked up.

This auditorium-like building still uses an old wooden door. The upper part of the door panel is hollowed out and covered with paper.

As I got closer, I felt a gloomy atmosphere unique to deep mansions and courtyards.

After poking a hole in the sticker on the door, Zhao Xingguo swallowed nervously, leaned forward, and peeked inside. The room was relatively dark, and he could only see a rough outline.

Just as his eyes swept across the room one by one, suddenly, something moved in the darkness, and it felt like it was shaking slightly, as if it was blown by the wind.

It is relatively high from the ground.

Zhao Xingguo tried his best to move forward, wanting to take a closer look. Perhaps he was lucky, and the clouds that blocked the moonlight happened to disperse. For a while, the moonlight splashed down, and the scene in the room became much clearer.

The next second, Zhao Xingguo finally saw it clearly.

It was a pair of legs, hanging in the air.