Nightmare Attack

Chapter 140 Choice
Pei Qian's eyes widened in horror. He suddenly realized that with his strength, he couldn't break free from Zhou Rong. The latter's arms were like iron clamps.

He immediately thought of Jiangcheng, who had left with an excuse, and then, a trace of unconcealable fear appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhou Zhou," he almost pleaded, his body trembling uncontrollably, "How about we go find Mr. Yin together? He should be outside, and he has already found clues."

Zhou Rong was already standing in the corner of the room at this moment, it was surprisingly dark here, and beside him was a surprisingly large water tank.

The surface of the water tank was extremely rough, and there was a black iron pot upside down on it.

"Don't worry," Zhou Rong said, "It won't be too late to find Mr. Yin after seeing the clues I found."

When he spoke, there was a whirring wind in his voice, as if he had an old bellows hidden in his lungs, or as if his throat had been cut and leaked.

The iron pot, which looked very heavy at first glance, was actually lifted away by Zhou Rong with one hand. Pei Gan, who was on the back of a tiger, dared to look in. The inside was dark and should be filled with liquid like water, reflecting faint light from time to time. of light.

Just as he frowned and the corners of his mouth tightened unconsciously, a series of small bubbles suddenly appeared in the water tank.

Immediately afterwards, a pale human face emerged from the black water.

The eyes are wide open, the eye frames are almost cracked, and the mouth is opened horribly. From the expression, we can know the fear of this person before he died. He should have been drowned, or he might have been scared to death.

But these are no longer important to Pei Gan, because... this face is Zhou Rong's.

And Zhou Rong was standing in front of him at this moment.

Just when he couldn't bear it and opened his mouth to scream, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

In the next second, his world was turned upside down.

At the last moment, what he saw was a twisted figure and a huge knife in the figure's hand.

After leaving the kitchen, Jiang Cheng immediately walked lightly, went directly to the door, grabbed the doorknob with his hand, and tried it lightly. There was a click feeling from the doorknob, and the door was locked.

He immediately gave up the plan to leave through the door, looked back at the dark stairs, then turned around and walked quickly towards the stairs without hesitation.

When he carefully chose where to step down and went up the stairs carefully along the wooden steps, he suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling from the kitchen behind him.

"boom!"

"Grumpy"

The object that fell on the ground seemed to be relatively round. After falling to the ground, it rolled around twice, and didn't stop until it hit something.

Jiang Cheng immediately sped up his actions.

The windows and doors on the first floor were sealed by some kind of force, and he wanted to try his luck on the second floor.

After all, there will be no fatal situations in nightmares. If the second floor still cannot get out, then he plans to set fire to see if he can create a chance to escape.

After all, he had already discovered the problem with Zhou Rong.

The way he moved was very strange, and the strangest of all was the footprints he left when he stepped back.

The footprint is only a little bit of the tip of the toe.

It was as if he was always walking on tiptoe.

This is clearly not right.

The layout of the second floor is completely different from that of the first floor. The entire second floor is a large room without any partitions, and the view is wide and unobstructed.

And because of the lighting, the field of vision is much better than that of the first floor.

A bright window is about 10 meters away from Jiangcheng, and it can be rushed through with just a run-up.

But Jiang Cheng turned around and looked around first.

Although the second floor is not too high, normally speaking, there is no danger.

But this place is a nightmare, no one knows if something will suddenly appear and push him after jumping down.

Or a broken tree or something suddenly appeared below, and he was dressed up like Jiang Zhongyi, and hung on the tree in a terrible death.

The sight slowly scanned the surroundings, the layout of the second floor was relatively simple, it seemed that this place was once used as a study.

Next to the wall is a wooden screen, an old-fashioned armchair, and a very orthodox table.

On the table are pen holders, inkstones, rulers, and tools for calligraphy and painting.

Several writing brushes of different thicknesses hang above the delicately crafted pen stand.

There was also a dusty rocking chair in the corner.

A few strangely shaped stones were thrown beside the stairs, which looked a bit nondescript.

His eyes rarely stayed on these things until he saw a rather large wardrobe.

The shape of the wardrobe is somewhat similar to a modern wardrobe, but the workmanship and materials are obviously more solid.

This wardrobe can be said to be the most closely fitting thing in this building with modernity.

But when used in this way, this pair of wardrobe is very uncomfortable in appearance.

Because the surface of the wardrobe is covered with dense scratches.

The scratches are long and short, but without exception they are very deep.

The moment he saw the scratches, a desperate picture suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind.

"crunch-"

Suddenly there was the sound of the door being opened downstairs.

The current environment was far from silent, and the sound of a door being opened downstairs should not have been so clear when it reached Jiang Cheng's ears.

It was all so deliberate, as if it was done on purpose.

There is no doubt that it is a ghost.

The kitchen door was pulled open.

Then there was a slow but long friction sound, Jiang Cheng's heartbeat fluctuated, and he could even imagine the scene of the ghost's limp, boneless body wriggling on the ground.

It seemed that Pei Qian was completely cold, and he didn't hold the ghost for long.

"Snapped!"

The ghost had already stepped on the stairs and was heading straight for his position.

Now there are only two options.

One is to rush to the window and jump out.

The second is to hide in the closet immediately, then hold your breath, and say nothing, leaving life and death to fate.

Normal people would undoubtedly choose the first option. After all, just jumping out of the window means leaving the scope of the building, and ghosts should not chase and kill them under the scorching sun.

Moreover, the wardrobe covered with scratches made people feel uncomfortable. Something terrible must have happened.

The worst possibility is that there are actually two ghosts in this building, and the other one is hiding in the closet.

The moment someone opened the closet, the death egg in the mission was triggered.

Time was running out, the ghost's footsteps had already appeared at the corner of the stairs, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a sharp rubbing sound.

It sounded like a sharp knife slowly scraping along the rough plaster walls.

It's that ghost!

She was dragging her broken body, holding the huge knife in her hand, with the blade clinging to the wall, and slowly walking towards herself.

Like a seasoned old hunter playing cornered prey in a trap.

(End of this chapter)