Nightmare Attack

It seemed that he was frightened by Liu Laizi's sight. It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of Feng Mansion that Pi Ruan's expression became better. He kept rubbing his arms, "Did you see it just now? There must be something wrong with this Liu Laizi. He looked at me There’s something wrong with the look in my eyes.”

Everyone can tell that something is wrong with Liu Laizi, but some people just rely on their feelings, while others are good at finding evidence.

"Have you noticed the bowls and chopsticks?" Chen Qiang said, his voice was very low, as if he was worried about being heard by something behind him.

"There are 11 of us, but he only gave us 10 sets of bowls and chopsticks." Lin Wan'er glanced at her and said, "He didn't count Pandu's share."

The dishes and chopsticks were placed on the table before they arrived, so Liu Laizi already knew that they were missing one person before they showed up.

From 11 people to 10 people.

"Could it be a coincidence?" someone asked. After all, missing a pair of bowls and chopsticks is not a big deal. Maybe it was just a misremembering.

But Jiang Cheng stopped and shut him up with just one sentence, "Do you still remember what they said when they first entered Feng Mansion?"

They naturally refer to Wu Ergou and Liu Laizi.

Liu Laizi asked Wu Ergou if these people were the ones Director Qiao asked to send, and then specifically asked about the number of people.

Wu Ergou answered clearly, 11 people.

What was even more surprising was that after they entered, Liu Laizi, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around and stared at everyone with his one eye, scanning them one by one.

Jiang Cheng noticed that Liu Laizi's lips were moving at that time, and he was clearly counting the number of people.

Similar experiences made him recall the scene at the beginning of Xiaoshijian Village. They were also invited for similar reasons and became the scapegoats of the villagers.

Will it be the same this time?

But this time the ghost didn't feel like a simple revenge to Jiang Cheng. Although there were few clues now, and they almost all pointed to the Feng family, Jiang Cheng had a very strange premonition.

Unlike others who focused their attention on the Feng family, he believed that the first priority was to find out the train.

Mayflower.

That is the source of the supernatural.

The town is neither big nor small, but the streets are quite orderly. It was relatively early when I left Feng Mansion. The vendors had already set up their stalls and lined up on both sides of the streets, and the sound of selling was endless.

Some breakfast shops simply set up two tables and put a few steamers for steaming steamed buns, and they are considered open.

The dense water vapor fills the air, adding a lot of life to the whole street.

After leaving Feng Mansion, everyone felt much more relaxed. Strangely enough, after stepping into the gate of Feng Mansion, even the sun shining on them did not feel warm.

The inside and outside of the door seem to be two worlds.

When passing a building, Jiang Cheng glanced casually. The building was divided into many shops. Because it faced the street, the business was very good.

One of them has grid-like glass windows, which is more conspicuous among the businesses. It is a photo studio, with many photos hanging on the transparent glass windows.

Looking at it from today's perspective, they are all very old black and white photos, and the pixels are not very good. Perhaps it is because of the poses in which they were taken, but the people on them always give people a dull and dull feeling.

After looking at a few pictures, Jiang Cheng was about to look away when he suddenly discovered a few unusual pictures.

The photo is hung in a strange position, lower in the middle, which is generally not easy to notice. It feels like the boss wants to show it off, but he doesn't want it to be too obvious.

The people in the photos are wearing wooden clogs and loose clothes with exaggerated cuffs hanging down. The men stand in the middle, most of them carrying swords.

Perhaps it was because of their height. It felt like if the swords on their waists could stand upright, they would hardly be any lower than a human being.

In the photo, the status of the women is obviously much lower than that of the men. They are arranged on both sides, with their eyebrows lowered and their heads lowered, showing extreme submission.

With their high buns and pale faces, even in the black and white photo, their lips were still bright red as if they had just been stained with blood.

"Oriental people?" Huaiyi, who also noticed this, suddenly said.

Logically speaking, the war has just ended, and it is indeed inappropriate to hang photos of the invaders now, but from a purely photographic perspective, these photos are indeed the best of all.

"Damn it, this boss is nothing!" The fat man stared at the photo and said angrily: "You take such good photos of Japanese people, and then you just fool our own people."

"Don't worry about giving it to Japanese people. This is directly related to whether the boss and his family can save their lives." Chen Qiang touched his chin and said, "But if these photos are still hanging just after the war, there will be a problem."

Just when everyone was discussing going in to give the boss a paid patriotic education class, the glass door of the photo studio was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and then a person walked out.

"It's you!" Wu Dali held a black bag in his hand. When he saw Jiang Cheng and others, he was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Wu." Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "What a coincidence. We just came out of Feng Mansion. I didn't expect you to be here."

"Isn't that right? Just in time, I was just going to find you. Now it saves me a special trip to the Feng Mansion." Wu Dali opened his black leather bag and said, "You are not looking for the train on the 5th. News? I really found some."

There were many people here, so they found a secluded spot in an alley and took what Wu Dali handed over.

It was some photos and some cut newspapers.

The footer of the newspaper had turned yellow, as if it had been a long time. Following Wu Dali's guidance, they found a report in an inconspicuous position above.

"The Mayflower train stopped late at night for no reason, why is the entire station under martial law?"

Below are some specific reports. It can be seen that the person who wrote this report only knew a general idea, and even the information they had was inferior. The whole article was full of speculations and conjectures, which were just to lead to strange powers and chaos. .

Although it is indeed the case.

But what really aroused Jiang Cheng's interest was a photo included in the report. The photo was not very clear, but it could be seen that it was taken after the train arrived at the station.

Due to the viewing angle, we can only see the back half of the train, about 5 or 6 carriages.

As his gaze gradually fixed, Jiang Cheng stared at the rear of the train. If he remembered correctly, the change occurred in the last carriage.

There were dead old people and children, with their backs to the car door, and some extremely weird faces.

"Give me the photo." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, but his attention was still focused on the newspaper.

Soon, after taking over the train photos and comparing them, Jiang Cheng made new discoveries.

There were dead old people and children, with their backs to the car door, and some extremely weird faces.