Nightmare Attack

Chapter 82 Please start your show

Not return
Trapped in the memory, he unconsciously lit the match, the faint flame beating like a candle bean, the smoke spread out, and he was blurred in front of him like a dream.

Little by little the past came to mind.

One after another, broken, painful, or frightened faces lingered in front of his eyes.

The ragged people knelt helplessly in front of him, crying and howling, begging the man in front of them to let them go.

Zhou Taifu enjoyed this feeling very much.

Holding the power of life and death, like a god, mortals are only worthy of being humble and crawling at their feet, helplessly praying in a low voice.

The next second, the spewing gunfire, the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the skin, and the sound of the body falling to the ground.
Pleasant, like the sounds of nature.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Zhou Taifu's pupils suddenly tightened and he coughed violently.

The pictures in his memories were cracked like cobwebs, and then suddenly shattered. He stared at the half-lit cigarette in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

A familiar smell spreads in the nostrils.
Sang Jiji!
No, it's dead grass!

There's dead man's weed added to this smoke! !

This is not a rainforest in Southeast Asia, how could there be such a thing?
Just when he fell into extreme panic, there was a sudden flash of light in the corner of the light.

in a position close to the wall.

Like a ghost, he seemed to be guided by something, raised his legs, and walked over step by step.

When I crouched down, I realized it was a wrinkled piece of wallpaper.

The wallpaper was damp, causing one corner to lift, revealing reflective objects behind it.

He stretched out his hand and slowly opened the wallpaper.

Behind it is a huge mirror.

Almost one and a half people tall.

The width is not clear, but it is still a lot more than the height.

Because of the dampness, there was a cloud of water vapor in front of the mirror.

Zhou Taifu looked at himself in the mirror, which was not very clear, and suddenly had a strange feeling for no reason.

In a panic, he looked away.

In the corner of the mirror, there are several sheets of paper like note paper.

He stood up and stretched out his hand.

There are words on the back of the paper, and the font is graceful, and you can guess that she is a well-behaved and quiet girl.

This is a girl's diary.

I just don't know why it was hidden here.

He looked at them one by one, and slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and the complexion of the whole person changed accordingly.

After reading the last line of the last page, Zhou Taifu's eyes stayed on the inscription at the bottom right, and his pupils twitched.

"Chen Yao."

Although Zhou Taifu had never heard of the name, the things recorded in the diary combined with the clues he had already mastered were enough for him to piece together most of the plot.

Most of the mystery has been revealed.

Just when he was about to turn around excitedly and inform Yu Wen that he had found the clues to clear the customs, he suddenly realized that he had become silent behind him.

He turned around immediately.

It was dark.

The light from Yu Wen's phone disappeared.

He turned to look at the position in front of the door, and Feng Lan also turned off the phone.

The huge music classroom seems to be the only one left alive now.

He did not call out the name of either of the two, but made a decisive decision, quickly bent down, and at the same time extinguished the micro flashlight in his hand.

He held his breath, also in the dark.

Something must have happened, and there was a hint of coldness on his forehead, he could be sure.

Feng Lan didn't know, there could only be two reasons for Yu Wen to turn off the phone.

First, she found anomalies nearby, most likely a ghost, and she turned off her phone to hide herself.

Second, he felt a jerk in his heart, maybe Yu Wen was already dead.

But no matter what, one thing is for sure, the ghost... must be nearby.

"crunch-"

The sudden sound of friction made his scalp go numb.

The sound was extremely close, no more than 5 meters away from him.

He resisted to suppress the fear in his heart, and his eyes slowly swept across the faint darkness around him.

No.

nor.
Where did this sound come from?

until--

"crunch-"

He was stunned for a moment, this time he heard it clearly, the strange voice came from behind him! !
But isn't there a mirror behind you?

He turned around slowly mechanically, as if giving himself time to get used to it. In the mirror, his eyes were bulging, his face was pale, and he was obviously terrified.

Although terrifying, he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed himself.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he glanced inadvertently from the corner of the corner and noticed a blurry shadow behind him in the mirror.

Sombra's position is much higher than himself.

"crunch-"

The shadow swayed slightly, and this time Zhou Taifu could see it clearly.

He opened his eyes slowly, his eyeballs almost fell out of his sockets, his mouth was wide open, but he could no longer make a sound.

It was a corpse.

A corpse strangled by a rope and hung from the ceiling! !

The corpse was wearing white ballet shoes with taut insteps and toes pointing down.

A gust of wind appeared out of nowhere in the silent and airtight space, and the corpse swayed gently, and the rope hanging the corpse made a familiar rubbing sound.

"crunch-"

After a sound, the entire music classroom fell silent again.

The sky has turned dark.

There are not many street lamps on the campus, only one is far apart, and the light of each lamp can only radiate a small area around it.

Under the street lamp, two figures galloped side by side.

"Doctor," Fatty said hesitantly with a tangled face, "Can you believe what Li Yanwei said?"

Jiang Cheng replied without hesitation, "No."

Fatty's footsteps froze, and his gaze towards Jiang Cheng also became strange.

He originally thought that Jiang Cheng would say that only some of the words were credible or half-truths, but he did not expect Jiang Cheng to reject it so directly.

"Please start your show," Fatty said earnestly.

Jiang Cheng stretched out four fingers while rushing on the road, shook it and said, "Four o'clock."

"Wait!" The fat man hurriedly stopped, then flipped through his pockets, and finally took out a notebook and a pen, then pulled out the cap of the pen, opened the notebook, and said to Jiang Cheng afterward, "Tell me, doctor. ."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man who was about to take notes, and let out a "tsk" sound.

"First of all—" Jiang Cheng filled Changyin, and Fatty really felt that Jiang Cheng had the attitude of his teacher in open classes when he was in elementary school, "Ten years ago, Li Yanwei was just a student, and if she changed classes, she would change classes, and she would also change classes herself. Even if she can help Chen Yao turn around, who does she think she is? Does the school run by her family?"

"Secondly, the gold content of the anniversary celebration is self-evident. Whether it is a solo dance, whether to add a dance partner or not, can this kind of thing really be decided by Chen Yao, a freshman who has just entered the school for a few months?"

While listening, the fat man scribbled notes on the notebook. Some of them didn't quite understand it, and he didn't interrupt Jiang Cheng. He made a mark next to him, and was ready to ask again after class.

(End of this chapter)