Nightmare Attack

Oriental song

Luo He took out his mobile phone and clicked the screen a few times at random. Then, a sad melody floated in the air, with a sense of emptiness.

There is no need to ask Boss Sang for help anymore, his performance speaks for itself.

As soon as the melody started playing, he was trembling like a frightened rabbit, looking into Luo He's eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"Sakura Falls"

What he played was "Sakura Fall". Although it was not very clear, once you hear this melody once, you will never forget it.

It is a ballad sung in Yoko's hometown.

But at this time, this ballad has been entangled with ghosts in everyone's hearts. Wherever the ballad appears, terrible things will happen.

"You, how could you do this?" Boss Sang's face was full of fear. Obviously, he connected the person in front of him with what happened last night.

Now things have gradually become clearer. If the man in front of him did not lie, then the identity of this ghost can be determined.

Just as they had guessed before, he was an Asian.

An Oriental from the same place as Yoko.

But to be precise, this is just the form he showed. Digging deeper, this Japanese man was once a disciple.

But looking at it now, he has been completely eroded by the door in his body and turned into a walking zombie.

Huaiyi thought to himself that he was similar to Xiang Nan in the hospital book.

Lin Wan'er turned her head and looked at the photos posted on the wall, "So you found all the photos and posted them on the wall to find this Asian?"

"That's right!" Boss Sang gasped. He didn't know where he got the courage. He put one hand on the wall and stood up tremblingly. "It's strange to say that although I didn't see the face of the Asian man, I only saw the face of the Asian man. The curtain saw his shadow, but "

Boss Sang gritted his teeth and said, "But I just think he looks familiar. I seem to have seen him before."

"To be honest, I also hate these Japanese people. I won't deal with them if I can help it. But when they come to me, I don't dare to refuse. All the Japanese people I have come into contact with ask me to take pictures."

Boss Sang's thinking is very clear. He has limited ways to get to know Japanese people. If someone looks familiar, there is a high probability that he has taken photos with him.

That's why he found all the photos of Japanese people and identified them one by one.

"Did you find it?" Pi Ruan asked.

Wen Yan Boss Sang shook his head, "No."

After saying this, Boss Sang turned around and looked at the photos on the wall with a strange expression. His lips moved, as if he had something to say but didn't know how to say it.

In everyone's opinion, it was normal that he had not found them. After all, it was impossible for him to save every photo of Japanese people he had ever taken. That would be unrealistic.

In addition, human memory is very deceptive. In extreme panic, Boss Sang may recognize the wrong person.

He's just an ordinary person.

Just when Huaiyi was about to speak, Boss Sang suddenly turned around, looked at them, and said, "I know what you are thinking. Do you think I have remembered all this incorrectly?"

"But I tell you, no, absolutely not!" As his breathing quickened, Boss Sang's tone became tougher, "I can feel that he is here!"

"He's right here!"

"Just look at me right here!"

Seeing that Boss Sang was about to lose control of his emotions, Luo He quickly stretched out his hand, covered his face with one hand, put his thumb and middle finger on both ends of Boss Sang's temples, and then exerted a little force.

A sharp pain struck Boss Sang's head like lightning. Gradually, he calmed down and his breathing was no longer as rapid as it was at the beginning.

"Boss Sang." Luo He looked at him, his blue eyes as calm as the deep sea. He slowly retracted his hand and said in a soothing tone: "Please calm down."

Boss Sang took a long breath and said, "I'm sorry."

The moment Luo He put his hand on Boss Sang's face, Huai Yi's expression suddenly changed. For no reason, he felt a strong heart palpitation.

It was as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed his neck.

As a disciple, his perception is much sharper than ordinary people, especially for that kind of thing.

There was a trance in his mind.

In the haze, a tall and majestic figure seemed to appear behind Luo He.

The figure is holding a huge book in his hands, with a black cover, simple and solemn, and full of a strong religious atmosphere.

The holy light made him unable to open his eyes.

The pressure displayed could even rival that of the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged in Huai Yi's heart.

According to what he learned during this period, Lin Wan'er, Jiang Cheng, and Wang Fugui are all official members of Crimson, and their methods can be imagined.

And according to Luo He's momentum, he is definitely an extremely difficult character among the Night Watchmen, and there is also the lolita who often swears.

Huai Yi quietly glanced at Fu Fu with an imperceptible gaze. What made him feel a chill down his back was that Fu Fu was also staring at him, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

really

Luo He and Fu Fu came prepared.

Such people will never take action just for a mission that barely reaches B level. The only explanation is that their goal is not this mission at all, but Crimson!

This mission turned out to be a scam, in order to trick Crimson in and then kill all their elites.

Just when Huaiyi was thinking, he suddenly noticed another line of sight. Following the line of sight, he saw Lin Wan'er.

She just looked at him silently. It was a pair of emotionless eyes, but Huai Yi understood.

Then, a strange feeling he had never had before exploded in his heart.

It was different from fear, it was a kind of uneasiness.

This woman seemed to see through him, his entanglement, helplessness, hesitation, fear, and wavering.

Her eyes were like a scalpel, dismantling him into small pieces, and then analyzing and eating away at him bit by bit. He had no secrets in front of her.

Whether it was now, in the past, or in the future, his life seemed to be just a straight line that could be seen at a glance in her eyes.

What is this?

Is it her ability?

No, it wouldn't be. How could such an ability exist? Even the weird door would not brew such a thing.

It must be that his feeling was wrong!

Huai Yi had a very bad premonition. He seemed to be caught in a huge whirlpool. A splash of water in it could make him fall into an irreparable situation.

And the beginning of all this was meeting that man.

Deep red, Jiangcheng.

It was too late to consider withdrawing now, and he was not the kind of person who would hesitate. Facing Fu Fu's gaze, he took firm steps and walked to Lin Wan'er.