Nightmare Attack

"As long as it's not a ghost, anything is fine." The fat man muttered in a low voice.

As he spoke, the five people had already walked in front of them. They could feel that the other party was also wary of the three of them.

"Who are you?" Huai Yi asked.

"Don't be nervous, we are the same as you." A middle-aged man with a beard said, "We all got off that bus."

Mentioning the bus, the faces of the few people accompanying him were obviously not very natural.

Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man for a few times and asked, "I was also on the bus, why didn't I see you?"

"You sat in the front, we were in the back." Another man spoke, about 25 years old, with a relatively low voice, and the whole person looked very weak.

Then Jiang Cheng asked a few more questions, and the other party was able to justify themselves, but there was a disagreement on the question of the old lady.

"We haven't seen any old lady." The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Cheng with a strange look and said, "Our mission is to broadcast on the radio, the missing person notice."

"Broadcast?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said, "It was broadcast in that bus. Why didn't you hear it?"

"No."

There was a broadcast in the bus, which Jiang Cheng didn't expect. It seems that there are more secrets in this bus than he thought.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng caught the loophole in the middle-aged man's words, "You said you saw us, but the old lady was right next to us and talked to us. Why didn't you see it?"

Hearing this, the middleman explained, "We only saw the moment you got on the bus, and then you disappeared in the fog, and we didn't dare to go over."

"Then did you hear any sound on the bus, except for the broadcast." Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No, there was only the broadcast, but we saw something."

After a pause, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at a woman behind him, "Ms. Shen, you tell me about this."

A tall woman with light makeup on her face said: "I sat in a relatively backward seat. There was a person sitting in the 4th row behind me. The person was holding a black umbrella and blocking his face, but my intuition told me that it was a man."

"Behind me to the right, there was a woman sitting in the window seat in the 5th row. She was wearing a floral dress and had golden hair, like a doll."

"What happened next?" Jiang Cheng asked: "After discovering these two people, did anything strange happen?"

The woman glanced at him and said coldly: "No."

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.

After seeing Jiang Cheng's expression, the woman asked back: "Are you a newcomer?"

After hearing this, a few seconds later, a trace of panic began to appear on Jiang Cheng's originally calm face. Although he tried his best to hide it, it still didn't escape everyone's eyes.

"Don't be nervous. If you are an experienced person, you won't ask such a question." The woman said in a teaching tone: "After discovering them, I chose to give up observation and maintain the status quo. It would be dangerous to alarm them rashly." "I'm not nervous." Jiang Cheng stiffened his neck and said stubbornly. Just as they were talking, a small door next to the school gate opened, and a woman walked out. She was about 40 years old, wearing a turtleneck sweater, glasses, and dressed in a proper manner. After seeing Jiang Cheng and the others, the woman walked up quickly, her eyes swept over everyone one by one, as if checking the number of people, "You are the new transfer students, right?" "Yes." Someone answered. It seems that this is their new identity. The woman turned around, "Come with me," and took them into the campus. Although the school gate was shabby, the internal facilities of the school were still very good, and the campus was also very large. They walked all the way for about 15 minutes before being led to the door of a classroom. "You can listen to a few classes first to get familiar with the teaching style of our school. As for the procedures, I will take you to do it later. The course is important." The woman adjusted her glasses and said.

In order not to disturb the normal class, Jiang Cheng and his friends sneaked in from the back door. This is a tiered classroom that can accommodate hundreds of people.

An old professor with a hunched back was writing and drawing on the blackboard in front of him.

There were not many students, all concentrated in the last few rows. As for the front few rows close to the podium, there were only a few students who stretched their necks to look at the blackboard, looking cute and silly.

The students in the back gathered in twos and threes, all looking down at their mobile phones.

"There are no seats." The fat man said reluctantly: "We can only sit in the front."

Just as everyone was about to move forward, Jiang Cheng stopped them with his hand, and then pointed at a female teammate, indicating that he wanted her black handbag.

This was a woman in her 30s, with darker skin. She didn't speak all the time and had a low sense of presence.

The woman first glanced at the middle-aged man, and after finding that the middle-aged man had no objection, she handed the bag in her hand to Jiang Cheng. Everyone looked at him with a strange look, not understanding what he was going to do.

After taking the bag, Jiang Cheng sorted out his clothes while walking behind a boy. The boy was lowering his head and grinning at his crotch, not noticing that someone was approaching.

Jiang Cheng picked up the bag and slapped it on the back of the boy's head, scaring him so much that his phone almost fell to the ground.

At the moment the boy turned around, Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to tuck the bag under his arm, staring at him condescendingly, and asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing?"

The voice was not loud, but it was very imposing.

Before the boy could recover, Jiang Cheng turned his head and said to the fat man in a commanding tone: "Teacher Wang, write down his professional class. After today's meeting, I want to hear his instructor explain it to me."

"I got it, Director Jiang." The fat man reached into his pocket and seemed to be able to pull out a notebook, a pen or something.

The boy panicked for a moment and hurriedly explained: "Director, please don't do this. Please give me a chance. I am a cadre of the student union. If this is done, I will be promoted to minister next year."

"Go ahead and listen to the class!"

"Hey, hey, I got it, I got it, director." The boy nodded and bowed, grabbed his bag, and ran to the first row in a hurry.

As Jiang Cheng's gaze shifted, all the students sitting in the back turned pale, then they all stood up, and then went to the first row without uttering a word.

After the first row was full, everyone started to compete for seats in the second row.

The old professor who was lecturing heard a sound from behind, stopped his pen, turned around, looked at the students swarming over, and was stunned for a moment.

Then he took off his heavy reading glasses, opened the case tremblingly, took out the glasses cloth and wiped them again, then quickly put them back on.

After confirming that it was not an hallucination caused by his own eyesight, the corners of the old professor's eyes became moist.