Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1007 Who Hit Me

Chapter 1007 Who Hit Me

The waiter still stood in front of them with the last movement, his eyes lost their luster.

All of this happened without a sound, but it was this weird atmosphere that made Zhou Ze feel suffocated even more. The sense of oppression brought by these two strange people was far more intense than that of Xue Jialai.

No. 13 shook the wine glass in his hand, and didn't bother to talk to the waiter who was dismembered by No. 2. His eyes slowly swept around the bar, looking for the source of this supernatural event.

Here's a runaway disciple.

Finding people is not No. 2's strong point. He is used to solving problems in a more direct way, just like treating this enthusiastic waiter. No. 2 raised his head and drank his glass of wine, "How is it?" Then he looked at No. 13 .

No. 13 frowned slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face, "I can feel that guy's breath, it's right here, but I can't determine its location."

After a moment of silence, as if having made up his mind, No. 13 took out a pack of playing cards from his pocket, No. 2 pulled a chair and placed it in front of No. 13.

Put your hands together, hold down the playing cards for a few seconds, and spread the cards on the chair. No. 13 used a lot of strength, but none of the cards fell to the ground.

The next second, a scene that made Zhou Ze's hair stand on end appeared. A white glove appeared out of thin air on the boy's outstretched left hand, and the poker cards on the chair began to move in a strange state under the operation of this hand. A playing card trembled and turned over, and finally there was only one left face to face.

The turned over cards are neatly arranged around the last card.

Zhou Ze subconsciously counted the number of turned over cards, 52 real cards and 2 secondary cards.

54 in total.

Zhou Ze immediately realized that the card that was turned upside down on the chair was extra and did not belong to any of the cards in this set. He began to wonder what was on this card.

But he didn't notice that after the white gloves appeared, the pupils of the boy not far away from him gradually expanded, and the whole person took on a strange posture, as if he was dying.

Slowly, the white glove turned over the last card.

In an instant, Zhou Ze's face froze. On that card was a guy dressed like a clown, which was more terrifying and weird than any clown image he had seen before.

And... and the Joker wears an identical white glove on his right hand, but his left hand is bare.

A ridiculous guess emerged in Zhou Ze's mind, "Could it be... Could it be that the white glove on his left hand was stolen from the clown?"

The clown on the card stared out viciously. In the next second, his body squirmed strangely, and then he suddenly stretched out his left hand. Under Zhou Ze's incredulous eyes, a hand came out from the card and grabbed the boy's hand. Wrist, as if trying to pull him into a card.

This absurd and weird scene was being played out in front of his eyes, and Zhou Ze even suspected that he had time-traveled into the movie.

But when he came back to his senses, everything went back to normal.

The playing cards were quietly placed on the chair, and the last card was still upside down. The boy was panting heavily, and his arms shook slightly.

If Zhou Ze could observe more carefully, he would find that the boy's shaken cuff just covered his left wrist, and at this moment there were several deep marks on the slender wrist, with five fingers distinct on the marks.

After No. 13 had recovered his breath, No. 2 lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

"There's more than one here, there's something else here!" Number 13 looked at Number 2, "Besides you and that out-of-control disciple, there's another guy hiding here! Here are 3 S-ranks!"

No. 2's eyes paused slightly, "It's the night watchman, and they sent someone here too."

No. 13 nodded, looking around with a little more vigilance. The situation was worse than expected. If only one disciple got out of control, he and No. 2 would still have limited opportunities to join forces, but there was another one hidden in the dark. At S rank, this matter is troublesome.

Who would have thought that three S-ranks would be squeezed into this unknown bar, and what he was most worried about was what the guy hiding in the dark would do when he and No. 3 teamed up to deal with the out-of-control disciples Things come out.

"Huh?" No. 13 suddenly looked at his left hand, and the white glove appeared again, and the playing cards spread on the chair began to shake for no reason.

No. 13 stared at the last card, opened his mouth slightly, and panic appeared on his face, "Someone is here, the new S-rank, stronger than all of you!"

No. 2 heard the words and pulled No. 13 away immediately, "I can't stay any longer, I'll take you out first."

Seeing the two benefactors leaving in a hurry, Zhou Ze jumped up from his chair and hurriedly chased after him, "Benefactor, benefactor, wait for me, take me away with you!"

Conman Bar, the corridor where Jiang Lei and the others came in, was dimly lit.

A fleshy hand shook in front of a man with a stiff face. After a while, the fat man swallowed, turned his head and whispered to Jiang Cheng next to him: "Doctor, you are really amazing, he really can't see to us."

Jiang Cheng looked at the sculpture-like waiter in front of him. He was sure that the waiter was dead and had now been assimilated into a part of this supernatural event.

He often comes to Conman's Bar, but he never knew there was such a passage under his feet. He looked towards the end of the road, which was very deep, as if leading to another world.

"Fatty, give me your hand." Jiang Cheng said seriously.

Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion, then raised his left hand, Jiang Cheng pulled Fatty's wrist with his hand, then lifted it up, and slapped the stiffly smiling waiter with Fatty's hand as quickly as lightning.

The touch on the waiter's face was very cold, which reminded the fat man of the corpse in the morgue, but before he could get scared, he found that the expression on the waiter's face changed, becoming more terrified than him, and the waiter jumped back violently He took a step forward, leaning his back against the wall, covering his right face with his right hand, looking around with terrified eyes, "Who? Who the hell hit me?"

Jiang Cheng finally let go of his heart at this moment, and smiled at the fat man who stared at him with wide eyes and said, "Don't worry now, the people here can't see us, and they can't hear us."

"Because we are entangled in the bus, ordinary supernatural events can't affect us."

"It seems...it doesn't seem like this kind of doctor." Fatty looked at the waiter, and he found that the waiter's blank eyes gradually focused, but he was not looking at him and Jiang Cheng, but at their shadows on the wall.

To be exact, it was the shadow of Jiangcheng.

In the next moment, before the waiter grew his mouth wide and was about to make the next reaction, a knife was handed out from behind, nailing the waiter's shadow to the wall.

(End of this chapter)