Nightmare Attack

Chapter 601 Photos

Chapter 601 Photos

Nodding his head, Jiang Cheng indicated that he understood what he meant, then turned to look at Luo He, "What do you think about the matter in Feng's mansion?"

"The Feng family lived in the mansion, and there were people behind every door, but they were all dead." Luo He said, "Just like him."

Luo He gestured with his eyes, obviously, what he said was the same as the two people lying on the ground.

"The Feng family is dead?" Pi Ruan was startled, as if frightened by this idea.

"Probably not, the Feng family is so big, there should be quite a few people in it." The fat man echoed Pi Ruan and said, then looked at Jiang Cheng, "Besides, didn't Director Qiao say that if it drags on, the Feng family will die Absolutely, that means there are still people alive in the Feng family."

Hearing that Jiang Cheng didn't respond, Fu Fu grinned and looked Fatty up and down, "You don't need to listen to what they say, just treat them as farting."

It seems that he didn't expect this cute girl outside to be so rude, and the fat man didn't know how to respond for a while.

But Fu Fu just said this, and then let him go.

"You can come and take a look. I'll take some pictures when I leave." Luo He's voice sounded at the right time.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on, and pointed the screen at Jiang Cheng.

There is a photo on the phone.

It was Linghu Yong.

Through Huai Yi's description before, everyone already understood how weird the photo is, but it was not until after seeing this photo that they realized that it was still underestimated.

Linghu Yong, who was posing in a strange pose, seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual, except for the skin, almost every part of his body was full of weirdness.

That weird smiling face, and the withered grass gushing out from the wound.

I don't know if it was preconceived, but they couldn't see a trace of joy from Linghu Yong's smiling face, but were full of fear and pain.

This makes people wonder, what exactly did he see at the last moment before his death?

Taking Luo He's cell phone, Jiang Cheng flipped through the photos one by one.

There are about a dozen photos in it, except for Linghu Yong, everyone else is a stranger.

There are young people in their 20s, middle-aged people in their 40s, and an old man with sunken eyes who can stand upright only with crutches.

Without exception, these people are all richly dressed.

And the state is the same as Linghu Yong, except for the tattered skin, only the hay stuffed under the skin remains.

Stiff, sluggish, old-fashioned, gloomy. These words are not enough to describe their weirdness.

Obviously, they are all the Feng family, and the old man among them should be the real speaker of the Feng family, Master Feng.

But now that it was like this, Jiang Cheng's guess had come true.

The Feng family is dead.

Among them, Jiang Cheng stopped for a moment in front of a photo, which showed a young man, about 30 years old.

Jiang Cheng met this man, a few days ago, in the basement of the police station.

If I remember correctly, his name is Feng Delin, the third son of Master Feng.

Now it seems that the members of the Feng family are reunited underground.

Just as Jiang Cheng was thinking, a hand stretched out and grabbed the phone, as if to take it away.

In normal times, it would definitely not work, but after seeing that hand, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to let go of it.

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at Lin Wan'er sideways.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, her brows trembled slightly, and then she returned to normal, "We've seen these photos before."

"Have you seen it? Where is it?" Zhao Xingguo stood up from the ground with red eyes, and his mood returned to normal.

Now he is the only one left, he just checked, Linghu Yong's state is the same as Pan Du's, both are in the state of the living dead.

There is a heartbeat, but the body is cold, not breathing, and no corpse spots have been found yet.

If the ghost is really related to the gods in the temple as Yoko said, then Linghu Yong Pandu is not completely dead, they are trapped in a dream.

In other words, as long as the speed is fast enough, they still have a chance to survive.

Staring at the screen, after a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of something, and said in a low voice, "It's that photo studio."

This sentence caused waves among the crowd. Fu Fu walked up with her eyes wide open. After a few glances, she restrained her cynical attitude, looked back at Luohe, and said as if confirming: "It's true, it's that The style of a photo studio."

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly said loudly: "By the way, do you still remember what we saw on the wall of that photo studio?"

"Pictures of Orientals!"

It was because of the photos that they noticed the photo studio.

If Wu Dali hadn't happened to come out of the photo studio and interrupted their plan, they would have gone in to teach the boss a lesson.

On the glass wall outside the photo studio, there are several photos of oriental people.

It seems that the owner of the photo studio used to be very close to them.

The photo studio, these weird photos, the dead Feng family, the Dongyang people, and even the Wu Ergou Wu Dali who brought them here. Several scattered clues suddenly converged.

Without further ado, everyone immediately began to formulate the next action plan.

Jiang Cheng analyzed the current situation and glanced at everyone, "At present, this ghost's killing method is through illusions, dreams, etc., and can even change and invade our consciousness without disturbing other people around the victim. Know."

It is not difficult to speculate that Linghu Yong Pan Du is not an idiot, they will not leave without authorization.

In other words, they were all killed by ghosts in a relatively safe environment.

Especially Pan Du, he died on his own bed.

Combined with the background of the ballad, Jiang Cheng can confidently guess that they were most likely lured into the dream by ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, he died in a dream.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and glanced out of the window. Through the gap, it was still relatively dark outside, "It's not completely bright yet, and when it is completely bright, we will split up."

"I'm going to find Yoko to inquire about the temple. You go to the photo studio. No matter what, you have to find the owner of the photo studio and ask about the origin of the photos." Having said that, Jiang Cheng looked at Luo He.

"I'm afraid it won't go well with the owner of the photo studio, after all, the Orientals and us," Huai Yi said worriedly.

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fu Fu, who sneered and rolled her eyes at Huai Yi, "You don't have to worry about this, as long as you find him, I have plenty of ways to get him to talk."

There was a moment when the eyes intersected with Fu Fu, and Huai Yi suddenly felt a sense of fear, and his slightly opened mouth closed again.

"What information does Yoko have?" From Fatty's point of view, she was just an ordinary Oriental woman, and even her survival was a problem.

"You can ask her why the Feng family wants to help them." Lin Wan'er brushed off the broken hair on her sideburns, "Also, who is this person?"

(End of this chapter)