Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 305 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (1)

Dampness and stench spread everywhere in the small space.

Jiang Wan's consciousness gradually became clear, but she felt that the back of her head was a little swollen and painful, and her eyes were also plunged into darkness.

She reached out and touched the surroundings.

There are solid things all around, like walls.

But this is not a room, because she is lying down now, not standing up.

Where would that be?
Forbidden room?Or design an ingenious prison?

Countless questions lingered in her mind, but her thoughts were captured in her mind for a long time, but she found nothing.

In Yaozhi, Taozi didn't know where she went, and even the cold system notification sound didn't appear for a long time, let alone release the task.

She raised her foot and kicked upwards vigorously, and the dense dust filled her mouth, coughing non-stop.

The taste of the soil is sour and astringent, and it is underground soil that has not seen the sun for many years.

But with her kick up just now, the echo of "Kang Dang" echoed faintly in the confined space.

The thing she kicked was not very strong, otherwise it wouldn't have made a crisp sound.

He touched his body with his hands, trying to find something useful.
Suddenly, the back of the hand felt cold and felt a little rough.

Jiang Wan turned her hands over, letting her palms carefully touch the things beside her.

Some are cold and slender, with a thick layer of dust on them.

She rubbed it, feeling the appearance of that thing when it appeared in her heart.

One, two, five!

There are five in total, thick and thin, and of different lengths.

But without exception, they are all slender, slightly elongated, and permeated with a gloomy and cold look.

Jiang Wan already had a rough idea of ​​where she was.

She's in a coffin!
Or in the coffin of a man who had been dead for many years.
Maybe it was because the kicking of the coffin board was too loud, and it didn't take long before there were a few hurried footsteps running over.

"Where did the sound come from?"

"Seems to be!"

"But isn't this...the cursed coffin?"

A woman's voice was thin, sarcastically, "So what if you cursed? Who knows if she will touch those taboos just to get the first place in her thesis and show her face in front of the professor."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an impatient male voice, "Open it quickly and have a look, don't really cause trouble."

The woman was reluctant, "Farewell, I heard that this coffin is unlucky."

"Our archeology major is the one who despises feudal superstition the most! Come and help—"

Several boys swarmed up, and with all their strength, they pushed away the black coffin engraved with strange patterns.

The pungent smell came out, causing several people to cover their mouths and cough hard, almost coughing out their lungs.

When the thick gray faded, the scene inside the coffin was clearly seen by everyone.

The short-haired, baby-faced girl curled up in the coffin, her bright black eyes staring at the five men and one woman surrounding the coffin.

Seeing that she was fine, the woman felt a little annoyed at being teased. She pointed at Jiang Wan in the coffin and coaxed, "Look! She is trying to scare us on purpose."

Seeing Jiang Wan's well-behaved behavior, the people who pushed the coffin board just now felt uncomfortable.

If something really happened, it would be worthwhile for them to touch this "evil thing", but now the few people and Jiang Wan in the coffin stared at each other, the more they thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

I even felt itchy with the two hands that pushed the coffin board just now!
Jiang Wan sat up propped up, shook the dust and dirt on her short hair, and stepped out of the coffin.

As if the person lying with the dead body in the coffin just now was not her, she swaggered and looked the same.

A boy as tall and thin as a "bamboo pole" approached her and asked, "Jiang Wan, why did you sleep in the coffin? If we hadn't left the museum, you would probably be locked here overnight."

He paused, then became suspicious again, "You won't be joking with us, will you?"

joke?

Jiang Wan remained calm, her eyes swept over everyone one by one, "Forgot."

The answer she gave was simple.

The bamboo pole man didn't believe it, and was about to ask again.

"Don't stay in the basement, I'm terrified when I see the weird pattern on the coffin." The woman pouted in disgust, discarded the rest of the group and left alone.

Seeing her go, the five men looked at each other in blank dismay, their eyes lingering on the dark coffin for several seconds, and one by one they walked out from the basement where the black coffin was parked.

Jiang Wan narrowed her eyes.

Even if the memory is forgotten, the pain on the body will not be forgotten.

She was beaten on the back of the head by someone, and then deliberately thrown into the coffin.

If you guessed right, the murderer is among those six people!

(End of this chapter)