Nightmare Attack

Chapter 84
Block C, next to the stairs at the corner of the corridor.

Two figures, one fat and one thin, stood there, staring at the ground not far away.

"Doctor," the fat man seemed to have a problem with his tongue, and his words trembled, "this is."

About 2 meters ahead, a broken arm hangs weakly on the ground.

From the position of the two, you can also see the twisted muscles and broken bones at the cross-section.

"It's Yu Wen," Jiang Cheng nodded.

The fat man couldn't help but swallowed. He looked away and looked towards the surrounding walls. Large smears of blood were spilled, even on the ceiling.

Although I didn't see Yu Wen's body with my own eyes, it didn't matter anymore.

After turning this corner and walking a certain distance, it is the music classroom.

Fatty probed his head, glanced at the darkness in front of him, and said thoughtfully, "So, Yu Wen wanted to go to the music classroom, but she was killed by a ghost on the way."

Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at both sides of the corridor, and replied after a while, "No, she was killed after she came out of the music classroom and came here."

Just as Fatty frowned and wondered what Jiang Cheng had come to this conclusion, a bell suddenly rang in his ears.

Phone ringtones.

The two bowed their heads and realized that the voice came from the palm of the broken arm.

It's a red phone.

Because it is too close to the color of blood, it was not noticed at the first time.

Fatty was so frightened that his body kept trembling. If Jiang Cheng was not by his side, he would almost faint from fright.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, broke apart the fingers that were holding the phone tightly, then picked up the phone, handed it to his ear, and then pressed the answer button.

The air seemed to freeze for a while.

Because of the distance, the fat man could only hear that the other party was a woman, and his voice was very strange.

"I'm not," Jiang Cheng said for the first time after listening for a while, "Yu Wen she" Jiang Cheng glanced at the broken arm on the ground, and then said calmly: "She's by my side, she's fine, you can rest assured , but it's not convenient to answer the phone right now."

I don't know what to say, Jiang Cheng walked away a few steps, covered his mouth with his hand, and replied a few words in a low voice.

Fatty wanted to follow, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with a very serious look.

It was not until he left Block C that Fatty seemed to have come to life again, throwing doubts at Jiang Cheng one after another.

"Doctor, who called you just now?"

Jiang Cheng also put the mobile phone into his pocket. His pocket looked bulging, and he didn't know what to do with it.

"Feng Lan," Jiang Cheng said without looking back, "She said that Yu Wen asked her to talk about something, but she waited at the appointed place for almost 2 hours, and no one was there."

Of course it didn't wait, people had already died outside the music classroom in Block C.

As if thinking of something, Fatty's eyes suddenly became tense, "Doctor," he looked at Jiang Cheng, and asked in surprise, "The Feng Lan who called him wasn't pretending to be a ghost, was he?"

Jiang Cheng touched his chin: "Probably not, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out."

"Then you have to be careful," Fatty said with concern. "Maybe answering the phone is one of the mechanisms that triggers the ghost to kill you. You may have been locked by the ghost."

Jiang Cheng turned around when he heard the words, patted the fat man on the shoulder, and was moved: "Good brother, you don't have to worry about me, I have already thought of this, and prepared countermeasures in advance."

Fatty admired Jiang Cheng more and more, and felt that it was a blessing from his previous life to meet such a person in a nightmare. He also stretched out a hand and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder, and asked excitedly, "Doctor, are you? How did you do it?"

"The other party finally asked about my identity," Jiang Cheng said slowly: "I said my name is Wang Fugui."

"Doctor, I thank you eight generations of ancestors!"

Downstairs in the old dormitory, the woman in the scarf sighed on her hand.

She wasn't tall, but she was obviously dressed up, with the pink sweater collar turned over, looking extra cute.

Light blue jeans hang straight down, and underneath are a pair of white wide-mouth leather shoes with a small red heart mark on the edge.

It is also a woman's caution.

She has been waiting here for a long time, but the person who was waiting has never appeared.

The sky is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

She pulled out her hand from her coat pocket and looked at the phone in her hand, her eyes suddenly blurred.

"Miss Yu," she said softly in an inaudible voice.

"Why is the mobile phone I gave you in the hands of a man."

Clenching the phone tightly, her eyes suddenly turned cold, she stared at the night in the distance, the corners of her mouth tensed into a straight line.

"Wang Fugui"

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng asked, "are you feeling better?"

After Fatty Jiangcheng and the two left from Block C, they walked along the road with street lights towards the equipment room.

When passing by the cafeteria on the way, Jiang Cheng smelled the strong aroma of meat, so he forcibly pulled Fatty in in the name of picking up the wind and dust for Fatty.

And generously let the fat man order casually, saying that he was a treat.

"Why do I feel that something is not right here?" Fatty looked at the empty cafeteria, his face changed with fright.

There was no one here, but all the lights were on, and the glass behind the dining room was filled with freshly cooked dishes.

Jiang Cheng reached out and touched it, but it was still very hot.

The two took time to go to the back kitchen for a stroll, where the door was not closed, and the chef's uniforms worn by several chefs were still hanging on the back of the chair.

Everything was in order, as if everyone left at the same time a second before they came in.

After the lid was lifted, the broth was still simmering inside.

The heat comes out along with the aroma.

Jiang Cheng stared at the broth in the pot and seemed to think of something, so he went to a nearby cabinet to find a clean spoon and took a little to taste.

Fatty was startled by Jiang Cheng's actions, he didn't understand what the latter was going to do.

But then-

"Well"

Jiang Cheng's face changed suddenly, and his whole person's expressions were tangled together.

"Doctor," the fat man called, "what's the matter with you?"

He looked at the soup pot subconsciously. Based on his years of film and television experience, the soup might be poisonous.

But, the fat man wondered, could ghosts also poison?
is this necessary?

Just when Fatty was thinking about how to rescue Jiangcheng, the latter suddenly spoke up.

"It's so hot," Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, fanning his hands and breathing heavily.

"Hot?" The fat man widened his eyes.

Feeling almost done, Jiang Cheng covered his mouth, put down the spoon in his hand, and picked up the soup spoon that the chef used to hold the soup on the shelf next to him. Wait until it cools down a bit."

Fat man: "."

Jiang Cheng turned to look at Fatty and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"

Fatty was silent for a while, then raised his head very seriously and said, "Doctor, have you ever thought about it, maybe it's not a coincidence that you are an orphan."

　Super busy today, the second shift is estimated to be around 12:[-]
　
(End of this chapter)