Nightmare Attack

Chapter 602 Temporary Workers

Chapter 602 Temporary Workers

"Who do you suspect?" Chen Qiang asked suddenly.

Lin Wan'er tilted her head to look at him. The moment the two eyes met, Chen Qiang unnaturally avoided it. He was just curious, but he didn't expect

"I suspect it doesn't matter who it is." Lin Wan'er said, "It's important to find out who this person is."

It was already dawn, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone still moved Pan Dulinghuyong's body into the room at the request of Zhao Xingguo.

Of course, then Zhao Xingguo closed the door of the room from the outside and followed everyone to the living room.

After all, no one can stand facing two corpses.

Seeing a familiar person turned into a corpse with such a weird smile on the face of the corpse, this contrast made Zhao Xingguo feel chills down his back just thinking about it.

Everyone was discussing the details of the mission one by one, and Jiang Cheng was looking at the photos one by one with his mobile phone.

The photos were taken by Luohe, and the backgrounds are all doors.

According to Huai Yi, these doors are rooms in western-style buildings, and the photos are pasted on the doors, with decorative paintings used to camouflage them.

Obviously, the people in these photos lived in the corresponding rooms.

Before they were alive.

Jiang Cheng put away his phone, then stretched out his hand, and handed the phone back to Luo He, "Mr. Luo is really a brave man with a high skill. In such a critical moment, he still has the mind to take pictures of every door."

If it were an ordinary person, when they lifted the quilt in Feng's Mansion and found that the teammate who was by his side not long ago was lying on the bed, they would have cried out in fright on the spot.

Even if he didn't, he would flee immediately, saving his life was the most important thing.

But according to what Huai Yi said, Luo He and Fu Fu were the last to exit the mansion, about 5 minutes after they turned out the window.

At that time, they thought they were haunted by ghosts.

Not only that, Luohe also carried out Linghu Yong's corpse with a strange smile on his face.

Now it seems that Luohe took advantage of that time to stop and go in the corridor, and then took pictures of every door.

That audacity alone puts others to shame.

For this, Luo He just smiled, and said in a flat tone without any specificity: "I just think these photos are very important, and it will help us confirm whether there are any survivors in the Feng family."

"As for the boldness of Yigao people." Luo He paused, raised a pair of blue eyes to look at Jiang Cheng, "I think we just made the right choice among the limited options, I want to change it to Mr. Jiang , will do the same.”

"If Mr. Jiang and your friends are not useless." He added at last.

Hearing the last sentence, Fatty's previous affection for Luohe disappeared, and now in his eyes, this is a pretender, a very hateful kind.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking seriously, touched his chin, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Are you really a night watchman?"

Luo He was slightly taken aback.

"It doesn't feel like it. I also know a few night watchmen. There is a big difference between you and them." Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere tone.

Luo He seems to be interested, rather than worrying about being found out, he is more interested in how to be found out.

The five fingers of his left hand were slightly gathered, and he tightly grasped the black book in his hand.

A strange breath diffused from his side, like a transparent shell, Fu Fu who was standing beside him also tightened her lips, and there was a crazy and suppressed breath surging in her eyes.

"You are of lower quality than them, and your speech is ugly." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and asked cowardly, "You can't be a temporary worker, are you? You have been busy with business at the end of the year, and you were pulled in to make up the number."

"Then if something goes wrong, they are directly pulled out by the leader to take the blame."

"The reason is that you have not been trained." Jiang Cheng quickly said: "Or more directly, say that you are disabled and then employed. , calling on the society to be more tolerant of you stupid people."

Hearing this, the fat man couldn't help being amused. If he wanted to take advantage of the doctor, it was really a miscalculation. The doctor is narrow-minded, and the neighbors all know it.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Fu, who was walking with Luohe, grinned when she saw her companion was damaged, and a gloating mood suddenly flashed in her eyes.

No. 3 belongs to a very special person in Crimson. He is neither good at calculating nor aggressive, and belongs to a person whose mood is more peaceful than his appearance.

It's just that communicating with people is a problem, and I often chat to death.

Therefore, during the meeting, the 3rd is generally not arranged to speak, even if necessary, he is the last one, and at this time, the others are often ready to leave.

Fortunately, No. 3 never felt embarrassed.

But No. 3 is also recognized by Crimson as the closest person to Mr. At least his feelings for Mr. can be seen with naked eyes.

"tread."

"tread."

"tread."

There was a strange sound of footsteps from far to near, occasionally mixed with the sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground, everyone immediately became vigilant, looked away, and looked at the door.

Unknowingly, the sky outside was already more than half bright. Although the window was closed, a hunchbacked figure appeared through the window paper, approaching the door step by step.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, followed by Liu Lizi's hoarse voice, "Guests, are you up yet? Cough cough. It's dawn."

Liu Laizi's body seemed to be worse than the day before. He kept coughing, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

Everyone looked at each other, and then it was Zhao Xingguo who made up his mind, walked up quickly, and replied in a lazy and impatient tone: "Here it is, it's early in the morning, it's not yet dawn, what are you doing so loudly? "

After the door opened, it turned out to be the distorted body of Liu Lizi outside.

He poked his neck and looked in unnaturally, as if he was looking for something.

The rest of them pretended to be just getting up, and walked out of their rooms one by one in disheveled clothes, among them, the fat man and Pi Ruan looked the most similar.

"What's the matter?" The fat man asked carelessly, "Are you going to have breakfast?"

"It's nothing." Seeing that his sight was blocked, Liu Zizi withdrew his gaze and stared at them with a strange expression on his face, "I just wanted to ask, how are you resting recently?"

Jiang Cheng supported his chin, shook his head thoughtfully and said, "Not good."

Liu Laizi immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

"You don't know, since I lived here, I can't sleep well at night. I finally fell asleep yesterday, and I had a nightmare all night." Jiang Cheng said with lingering fear.

"What did you dream about?" Cripple Liu urged.

Jiang Cheng looked away, and suddenly stared at Cripple Liu with strange, thought-provoking eyes, "I dreamed of an old man squatting in a corner with his back to me."

(End of this chapter)