Nightmare Attack

"Who do you suspect?" Chen Qiang suddenly asked.

Lin Wan'er turned her head to look at him. As soon as the two eyes came into contact, Chen Qiang unnaturally avoided it. He was just curious. He didn't expect that

"It's not important who I suspect." Lin Waner said, "It's important to find out this person."

It was already dawn. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone moved Pan Duling and Hu Yong's body into the room at Zhao Xingguo's request.

Of course, Zhao Xingguo then closed the room door from the outside and followed everyone to the living room.

After all, no one can stand facing two corpses.

Seeing a familiar person turned into a corpse, with such a weird smile on the corpse's face, this contrast made Zhao Xingguo feel chills down his back just thinking about it.

Everyone was discussing the details of the mission. Jiang Cheng was holding his mobile phone and looking through the photos one by one.

The photo was taken by Luo He, and the background is full of doors.

According to Huaiyi, these doors are rooms in Western-style buildings, and the photos are pasted on the doors, disguised with decorative paintings.

It's obvious that the people in these photos live in the corresponding rooms.

During their lifetime.

Jiang Cheng put away his cell phone, then stretched out his hand and handed it back to Luo He, "Mr. Luo is really a talented person and brave. In such a critical moment, he had the thought to take photos of every door.

If it were an ordinary person, if he lifted the quilt in the Feng Family Mansion and found his teammates lying on the bed who were beside him not long ago, he would probably scream out of fright on the spot.

Even if not, he will flee immediately, saving his life is the most important thing.

But according to what Huaiyi said, Luo He and Fu Fu were the last to exit the foreign building, about five minutes after they climbed out of the window.

At that time, they thought the two were haunted by ghosts.

Not only that, Luo He also carried out the body of Linghu Yong with a strange smile on his face.

It now seems that Luo He used that time to walk around the corridor and take photos of every door.

The courage alone puts others to shame.

Regarding this, Luo He just smiled and said in a flat tone without any specificity: "I just think these photos are very important. They will be helpful for us to confirm whether there are survivors in the Feng family."

"As for the boldness of talented people," Luo He paused and raised a pair of blue eyes to look at Jiang Cheng, "I think we just made the right choice among the limited options. I want Mr. Jiang to do it instead." , will do the same.”

"If Mr. Jiang and your friends are not useless," he added at last.

After hearing the last sentence, Fatty's previous good impression of Luo He disappeared. Now in his eyes, he is a pretender, a very hateful kind.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking seriously, touched his chin, suddenly raised his head and said, "Are you really the night watchman?"

Luo He was slightly startled.

"It doesn't feel like it. I also know a few night watchmen, and you are very different from them." Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere tone.

Luo He seemed to be interested. Instead of worrying about being discovered, he was more interested in how he was discovered.

The five fingers of his left hand were slightly closed, and he clenched the black book in his hand.

A strange aura spread around him, like a transparent body. Fu Fu, who was standing next to him, also pursed her lips, and there was a crazy and suppressed aura surging in her eyes.

"You are of lower quality than them, and your words are ugly." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked timidly: "You are not a temporary worker, are you? You have been busy with business at the end of the year, so you were roped in to make up the numbers."

"Then if something goes wrong, the leader will directly take the blame."

"The reason is that you have not received on-the-job training." Jiang Cheng said quickly: "Or more directly, say that you are disabled people who are re-employed. Although your limbs are sound and there seems to be no big problem, you are mentally retarded, and then you sell them miserably. , calling on society to be more tolerant to you idiots.”

Hearing this, the fat man couldn't help but feel happy. He wanted to take advantage of the doctor, but that was a mistake. The doctor was very narrow-minded, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Fu, who was traveling with Luo He, grinned when she saw her companion being harmed, and a hint of schadenfreude suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Number 3 is a very special person within Crimson. He is neither calculating nor aggressive. He is a person with a more peaceful mind than his appearance.

It’s just that I have a problem communicating with people, and I often end up chatting to death.

Therefore, during meetings, No. 3 is generally not arranged to speak. Even if necessary, he will be the last one, and at this time, others are often ready to leave.

Fortunately, No. 3 never felt embarrassed.

But No. 3 is also recognized within Crimson as the person closest to Mr. At least his feelings for Mr. can be seen with the naked eye.

"tread."

"tread."

"tread."

There was a strange sound of footsteps approaching from far away, occasionally mixed with the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground. Everyone immediately became alert, looked away, and looked towards the door.

Unknowingly, it was already half bright outside. Although the window was closed, a rickety figure appeared through the window paper, approaching the door step by step.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and then Liu Laizi's hoarse voice came, "Dear guests, are you up? It's dawn."

Liu Laizi's body seemed to be worse than the day before. He kept coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Everyone looked at each other, and then Zhao Xingguo made up his mind, walked up quickly, and replied in a lazy and impatient tone: "Come on, come on, it's early in the morning, it's not yet dawn, why are you so loud? "

After the door opened, the twisted body of Liu Laizi was indeed outside.

He stretched his neck and looked inside unnaturally, as if he was looking for something.

The others pretended to have just gotten up and walked out of their respective rooms in disheveled clothes. Among them, Fatty and Pi Ruan looked the most alike.

"What's the matter?" the fat man asked carelessly, "Do you want to have breakfast?"

"It's nothing." Seeing that his line of sight was blocked, Liu Laizi withdrew his gaze and stared at them with a strange expression on his face, "I just wanted to ask, how have you been resting recently?"

Jiang Cheng held his chin, shook his head thoughtfully and said, "Not good."

Liu Laizi immediately looked towards Jiangcheng.

"You don't know, I haven't been able to sleep well at night since I lived here. I finally fell asleep last night and had nightmares all night." Jiang Cheng said with lingering fear.

"What are you dreaming about?" Liu Laizi urged.

Jiang Cheng looked away and suddenly stared at Liu Laizi with a strange and thought-provoking look, "I dreamed of an old man squatting in a corner with his back to me."