Nightmare Attack

Chapter 395 Sister

Chapter 395 Sister

Yes. That missing ghost story!

The rest of the strange stories have found their prototypes. Why is there only one missing? Jiangcheng suspects that this lost strange story is the real cause of Lin Chen's death.

And it is likely to be related to the mysterious man in black.

Combined with Weng Qing's description, Jiang Cheng began to profile Lin Chen.

This should be a woman of ordinary background, an unhappy family of origin, and a lack of security, resulting in a woman with a highly dependent personality.

Introverted, simple, kind, and inexperienced, but at the same time, he is also easy to trust others, easily deceived by others, and cares too much about other people's feelings, thus ignoring his own pain.

Due to the influence of his growth environment, his character is weak, even cowardly, and he is easily guided and dominated by others.

Li Maoshen took advantage of these and firmly grasped Lin Chen's weakness before implementing his plan step by step.

Of course, he didn't end well in the end, and became part of the ghost story he filmed.

Tomorrow, no matter what, I have to find out what the last ghost story is!

The dimly lit room suddenly lit up, and then there was rumbling thunder.

It's raining.

Looking at the night outside the window, Jiang Cheng felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. He still rarely felt the same feeling. It seemed that something very bad was about to happen.

Building 2.

Room 404.

The first thing Jiao Tailang did after he returned to his room was to check the whole room. The task was coming to an end, so he didn't want anything to happen in the end.

Liu Guo is dead, and Wei Jinting may not survive. He also called the two rooms and got the same result as Jiang Cheng.

As long as you pay more attention tonight, nothing major will happen.

For Wu, Jiao Tailang has his own understanding. He is already 5% sure that Wu is a ghost who got into the mission.

But as for how it circumvented the rules and sneaked in as a player at the beginning of the mission, he really didn't know about it.

He had never encountered, or even heard of, a similar situation.

But if he survived this time, he thought, he would know.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiao Tailang closed the doors and windows in the room tightly, and then turned on all the lights, only the light in the bathroom was turned off.

Then a person quietly thinks about the collected information, but after thinking about it, a shadow of a woman can't help appearing in his mind.

Her enchanting figure and scarlet lips.

Sister Qing is really pitiful. She was hurt by that scumbag Li Maoshen, and she became what she is now.

Seeing those photos hanging in her room, it is hard to imagine how many dark times she has experienced, and she has been blinded by revenge.

In the bedroom, he once promised his sister that he would help her catch Li Maoshen and let him receive the punishment he deserved. This was not a casual statement.

He was really going to do that.

Sister Qing is a good woman, she shouldn't have to go through this, the person who hurt her must be punished.

Banana Wolf's eyes gradually became sharper.

Outside Room 808, it was raining heavily.

The structure of other rooms is slightly different, and the arrangement here is more warm.

There is also a balcony, although it is small, but when the weather is good, you can hang some clothes and quilts.

Connected to the balcony is the bedroom. At the moment, the bedroom is pitch black, but there is a little light in the living room.

It was a small night light, stuck to the corner of the wall, and the light it emitted was also yellow, giving people a half-dead feeling.

There is a very large easel near the wall in the living room, and a figure is sitting in front of the easel.

If someone stands here, they will find that the figure is a bit strange.

With arms drooping and legs close together, the whole person looks very well-behaved, as if he wants to shrink himself into a small ball.

The brushes are set aside.

The whole body presents a very uncomfortable feeling.

At the same time, the figure couldn't help trembling, and even the wooden chair it was sitting on made a slight "creaking" sound.

"Please. Please let me go." The surface of the figure fluctuated like water, and it could be heard that it was a very young woman.

"I can't draw what you want anymore." The woman who couldn't see her face was sobbing, very pitifully, "Stop it, don't... don't go on like this anymore"

The position that the figure is looking at is the sofa.

As soon as the words fell, a bolt of lightning flashed across, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the empty sofa.

No.

It was the figure that was always there.

It's just that he didn't move or speak, the surrounding was quiet as if he was dead, and the figure was completely merged into the darkness.

The moment the figure appeared, a sense of weight unique to the years pervaded, the vicissitudes of life were extremely overwhelming, and it was overwhelming.

The woman began to breathe heavily, as if being held down underwater by someone's hand, as if everything was leaving her.

She seemed to have sunk into the depths of the ocean, or walked into an endless tunnel.

Despair, only despair, and nothing else.

The figure submerged in the darkness seems to have been born in the darkness, was born in the darkness, and returned to the darkness. The only thing raised up is the pair of deep red eyes that do not show any waves.

Before the next flash of lightning illuminated the night sky, a black figure appeared behind the woman.

With the light of lightning, a man sitting in front of a laptop is drawn on the large canvas in front of him.

In the background is a messy bedroom.

The man's face was flustered, his chin was raised high, he grabbed his upper jaw with one hand, and clasped his lower jaw with the other.

The veins in the corners of the eyes are popping up, and the corners of the mouth are already showing signs of being torn open.

The brush strokes are sharp, and the bright red paint flows on the canvas, which is shocking, and even gives people the illusion that it is not paint but blood.

The corners of the pure black windbreaker hung down, and the man bent slightly. Under the towering collar, there was a handsome face, with eyebrows and eyes drawn like a brush.

The two hands were lightly placed on the woman's shoulders, the plain white knuckles were fully visible, and the slender fingers rested on them.

It's that simple, but the intimate action actually made the woman tremble even more, and her breathing became short of breath.

The man in black leaned over and rested his chin on the top of the woman's head, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Rubbing affectionately, he said softly, "After all, you gave me life, sister."

Raising his head, the man in black looked at the gradually darkening canvas. Liu Guo, who had lost his vitality on the canvas, moved slowly, "So please continue your creation now." He lowered his head and said with a smile, "We need .More ghost stories."

Turning away carelessly, the man in black looked in the direction of the bedroom, and calmly said: "A guest has come, I'll go and entertain him."

The voice just fell-

"crunch-"

The balcony door was pushed open, flooding the room with wind and rain.

A figure silently appeared behind the door, and lightning behind it pierced the night sky.

(End of this chapter)