Nightmare Attack

Seeing that the fat man's face turned pale, Jiang Cheng said: "Don't be too pessimistic. From these few contacts, we have also summed up some experience.

"The time a ghost has to find someone is limited each time." He explained: "The hourglass is a timer. I roughly calculated that each time is about half an hour, and no more than 40 minutes at most."

"And the higher the floor, the faster the sand flows in the hourglass. This is the fourth floor." Jiang Cheng looked in the direction of the hourglass. After a moment, he added: "I don't think it will take more than 20 minutes."

"So the most important thing for us now is how to distract the ghost. As long as we survive the last 20 minutes, we will be fine." Huaiyi seemed to understand what Jiang Cheng meant and added.

"Does anyone want to take the initiative to turn the hourglass?" Wang Qi tilted his head and asked.

Seeing that no one responded, Wang Qi stepped forward alone and turned the hourglass upside down. Then, an eerie and weird aura enveloped the fourth floor of the library.

No longer staying, everyone turned around and ran towards the depths of the library.

But this time, everyone did not choose to separate.

Jiang Cheng stopped at a place where bookshelves were densely packed. It looked more like a place to store books than to borrow them.

"Stop running." Jiang Cheng looked around, "This is it."

After saying that, he directed everyone to scatter the flour carried by the fat man nearby, especially at the intersection and the intersection between several bookshelves.

If the Scorched Ghost comes looking for it, it cannot avoid these places.

Not long after everyone was busy, they were interrupted by Jiang Cheng, "It's almost there. The ghost is coming soon. Everyone, find a place and hide separately."

Jiang Cheng did not participate in the arrangement, but counted the time on the side.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Yan disappeared. He must have found a hiding place long ago. Wang Qi also turned around and went in another direction.

Huaiyi and Fatty also found their respective positions, not far from each other.

After Jiang Cheng determined the positions of Fatty and Huaiyi, he was about to turn around and go to the position he had chosen when he suddenly found Shen Mengyun standing behind him.

"Why don't you hide?" Jiang Cheng whispered.

"Mr. Jiang, I want to hide near you." After saying that, Shen Mengyun seemed to suddenly realize something, and quickly explained: "I won't drag you down, Mr. Jiang, I don't have any ill intentions. If you are really found by a ghost, Come up here, don’t worry about me, I can stay and help you delay.”

"This is all such a mess," Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

As the uneasiness in his heart became stronger, Jiang Cheng knew that he could not delay any longer. The ghost might have arrived near them.

After making a silent gesture to Shen Mengyun, Jiang Cheng supported Shen Mengyun and came under a table near his hiding place.

He told her to hide inside and never move unless absolutely necessary.

Because the view under the table was poor, Jiang Cheng asked her to pay attention to the messages on her phone. If anything happened, he would notify her.

"Mr. Jiang, you must be careful." Shen Mengyun took his arm and said.

"rest assured."

Jiang Cheng turned around and immediately hid in the location he found.

It was an ordinary bookshelf, in the corner, very inconspicuous, and he hid behind the bookshelf.

I chose this place not only because of its concealment, but also because the view here is better.

From his perspective, he could see several key locations nearby.

And most importantly, you don’t have to worry about ghosts sneaking up from behind.

But correspondingly, this place can be regarded as a dead place for military strategists. Once the location is determined by ghosts, there is not much room for maneuver.

Time passed by, and when I raised my head, I saw that there was an hourglass just on the edge of the bookshelf where Jiang Cheng was hiding, and one-third of the sand in it had already leaked out.

Suddenly, his mobile phone received a message from Wang Qi. The content was simple and clear, with only two words: Coming.

After seeing the information, Jiang Cheng immediately looked to the left.

The environment there is relatively complicated. It is a large bookshelf that stores some books related to history, as well as some movable ladders, tables and chairs, etc. Wang Qi is hiding in that area.

"boom!"

The sudden sound broke the silence around him. Unprepared, Jiang Cheng was also startled.

The sound came from where Wang Qi was hiding.

It was like something small, but hard at the same time, was thrown out.

Afterwards, it rubbed on the ground for a while.

Frowning slightly, Jiang Cheng figured out what it was.

It's a mobile phone.

Wang Qi threw the phone away.

What happened is probably like this. Wang Qi realized that the ghost was next to him, so he threw his cell phone out and made noise to distract the ghost and buy time to escape.

But how long has it been since the ghost appeared?

People like Wang Qi were targeted by ghosts and had to throw away their mobile phones to save their lives.

Before he could think about it, another message arrived.

But when he saw the sender, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but pause.

It was actually from Wang Qi again.

"The ghost is gone. I have found a way to deal with this ghost. Where are you, I will find you."

This was not like Wang Qi's tone of voice, and his friendship with him was not that great. Jiang Cheng knew what was going on without even thinking about it.

The ghost found Wang Qi's mobile phone, and then used Wang Qi's identity to fish.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng texted him back, "I'm not safe here either. You can find a safe place and I'll find you."

"Then just come over here. I'm in the historical area, behind the third bookshelf from the bottom." There is a warm reminder at the end, "Be careful on the road, that ghost hasn't gone far."

"I'll fuck you." Jiang Cheng thought to himself, but when it switched to the message on his mobile phone, it turned into a sympathetic "You too."

Putting away his cell phone, Jiang Cheng silently counted the time in his heart.

If you delay for a while longer, the mission will be almost over.

But not even 30 seconds later, I received another message from Wang Qi’s mobile phone: “Where are you? Why haven’t I seen you yet?”

Across the screen, Jiang Cheng could feel the ghost's desire to stare at him.

"I'm almost there. Something went wrong on the way. I think I saw a ghost and I'm hiding. Please wait for me." Jiang Cheng typed loudly.

But this time, before he could figure out how to continue dealing with this ghost, maybe less than 10 seconds passed, he received another message.

It was sent from Wang Qi’s mobile phone.

It's a multimedia message.

After clicking it, there is a photo inside.

The photo was blurry. The surroundings should have been very dark when the photo was taken, and the flash was not turned on. But just when Jiang Cheng wanted to see more clearly, he moved his face closer, and the next second his expression suddenly changed.

There were several large bookshelves in the scene in the photo. They were black and very tall. The bookshelf on the far right, leaning against the wall, became more and more familiar to him as he looked at it, because it was the one where he was hiding now!

"Where are you?" Another text message came over, with a familiar tone and a familiar sender: "Wang Qi." "I'm here to find you."