Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1168

Chapter 1168

"I saw that it was useless to persuade Gouwa's wife, so I went to Gouwa, but Gouwa still had that straight look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul. No matter how I called, he didn't respond."

"As they walked farther and farther away, the fog became thicker and thicker. I was anxious and begged him not to leave anymore, and to take his wife and children home quickly."

"Gouwa reacted a little when he heard the word "go home". His lips opened and closed. I leaned very close to hear what he said. He said he was going to the theater."

"That's right, it's listening to a play!"

"I also said that after listening to the play, I can go home."

"I don't understand, it's late at night, everyone is asleep, he... where is the whole family going to listen to the play?"

"At that moment, that strange man also noticed me. He stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm." Having said this, the old lady's face changed suddenly, and her tone became urgent, "His hand was very hot, like... like it was burning red. Like a soldering iron, I tried to struggle, but I couldn't break free, and finally... finally until I heard a noise!"

"It's...the sound of the gong!" The old woman raised her head and insisted, "That's right, it must be the sound of the gong, the sound of the gong shouting before the troupe started."

"After the sound of the gong, the weirdo let go."

"At this time, I realized that I encountered something unclean, and I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I immediately turned around and ran towards home."

"But I still miss Gouwa's family in my heart. After running a long distance, I couldn't help but turn my head and take a look."

"That's it. I saw... I saw that the thick fog partly dispersed, and at a distance of about 50 meters from me, unexpectedly... a stage actually appeared!"

"The stage seems to have been temporarily built, with many weird flags planted on it, and it was wrapped in white cloth around it."

"Through the white cloth, you can see the shadows on the stage. There are figures shaking, accompanied by a burst of babbling singing. Gouwa's family is sitting in front of the stage."

"Not just their family, but... there are people around, at least a dozen or so!"

"They all have the same posture, all with their backs to me, watching the play motionless."

"But in the next second, their bodies suddenly changed, and they started to burn, and all of these people burned!" The old woman's voice became sharper, "From the feet, all the way to the head, I can smell the crackling. There was a smell of burnt, but these people didn't move even when they were burned to charcoal!"

"But not everyone is on fire. There is one person among these people who is fine. He sits in the front and the middle. He waits until those people are burned to charcoal before he walks onto the stage."

"After that, after the stage, and this man, they disappeared at the same time."

"The charred corpses in front of the stage are all gone."

"Then...then I woke up. When I woke up, I found that I was lying on the bed in my own room. My body and the quilt were soaked in cold sweat. Then, my two sons hurried over with their clothes on Yes, they said they heard me scream."

"I was terrified, and I finished talking about this dream with them trembling. They all comforted me and said that it was just a dream, and told me not to think too much, but...but I know this is not a dream, definitely not a dream! This is real!!"

After listening for so long, the police officer also felt nervous, but he still couldn't help but said, "Old... old man, you said it yourself. When you woke up, you found yourself lying on the bed at home."

The old woman raised her head, her originally cloudy eyes were permeated with strangeness. After a while, the old woman raised her arm and pulled the right cuff upward with great effort. In the next second, everyone present was stunned.

I saw a black handprint appearing on the old woman's skinny forearm.

"Then how do you explain this handprint?" the old woman asked hoarsely.

The police officer and others found that this handprint could not be wiped off no matter what, but it was more like it was printed directly into the flesh, so they connected all the recent events together, and they had to believe that there might really be something dirty in it cause trouble.

Through further inquiry, the old woman provided two more important clues.

First, it was exactly 12 midnight when she woke up from the dream.

Second, judging from the direction Gouwa's family walked, it should be in the direction of the west of the village.

"12 o'clock in the middle of the night?" The police officer keenly grasped this point, and asked calmly: "Old man, you must be very scared after having such a nightmare. Why do you still want to pay attention to the time?"

The old woman shook her head, "My second son was on an errand, and he arrived home at around 12 o'clock during that time. That day, he heard me calling when he got home."

The second son mentioned by the old woman was standing beside him. He was a thick and honest man. The man also nodded in agreement with the old woman, and carefully took out an old pocket watch from his pocket. Said: "Because of the need for errands, the higher-ups sent me a pocket watch to record the time."

"I remember very clearly that day when I came home, took off my clothes, and habitually checked my pocket watch before going to bed, I heard my mother screaming, and then I rushed over."

"12 o'clock?" Someone asked in a low voice.

The man turned his head and nodded cautiously, "That's right, it's 12 midnight."

This moment of yin and yang alternation added a sense of mystery to the case again. The police officers stabilized their minds and prepared to start with another clue. They asked the villagers where the small road on the west side of the village leads. .

People in the village responded that few people usually walk this road on the west side, and it leads to mass graves outside the city, so everyone is more taboo.

Hearing the word "mass grave", the expressions of the police officer and his party became even worse.

They had no choice but to report this matter to the higher authorities after covering up the matter to a certain extent.

Of course, it is also best to close this unlucky Roman Hotel permanently.

But things didn't go as planned. After receiving their investigation report, the higher-ups were furious and ordered them to go to a mass grave outside the city and dig out the nameless charred corpse.

After all, because of this incident, the city is already full of storms outside, and everyone is secretly spreading rumors that these bosses have done something wrong, that they have offended ghosts and gods, and they are going to ask for their lives.

In order to dispel these rumors, the scorched corpse must be destroyed.

When the police officers heard this, they didn't hesitate and resigned directly. They took off their clothes on the spot and threw them on the officer's desk. It was useless to persuade anyone, so they just left in shorts.

Although these people quit, but under the pressure of the dignitaries behind the hotel, the police station had no choice but to send another team to investigate the matter.

(End of this chapter)