Nightmare Attack

Chapter 618 Auditorium

Chapter 618 Auditorium

"No, it's inside. Inside" the young man seemed to recall something, his face turned pale in an instant, and after a while, he said: "Anyway, it's good that you don't go in, this is what Brother Ang promised me, he said you are just inside Look outside for clues."

The people in Jiangcheng thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Promises are never the least valuable thing, especially in nightmares.

They just need a young man to take them there and confirm the scene of the crime. As for whether to enter, how to enter, and what to do after entering, it is not up to the man.

Following the man, they entered a corridor and made many turns.

At the end of the corridor was a wooden door that was ajar, and when it was pushed open, there was an unstoppable friction sound, which made everyone feel tense.

They walked very carefully along the way.

After passing through the door, the layout in front of me became much more familiar, and the surrounding area suddenly opened up, with several low buildings not far away.

If memory serves, they have been here before.

The Feng family ancestral hall and the altar of the heavenly master are all nearby.

The young man lowered his voice and pointed to the building not far away, "It's there, the penultimate yard, the biggest one."

Looking in the direction of the man's finger, there is a vague shadow of a building, which occupies a larger area than other buildings.

I don't know if it's because of the light. Compared with the nearby buildings, the tone of this building is obviously darker, and the light seems to be swallowed up.

Zhao Xingguo's throat rolled.

"Don't stay too long, take a look and leave quickly." The young man warned before leaving, "Although there is no one around, don't make any noise, it will be miserable if you are caught."

Not long after they agreed to meet at the gate, the young man left. It could be seen that he had an indescribable fear of that building.

"It doesn't look right here." Zhao Xingguo looked around vigilantly. It was obviously the same as when he left, but he clearly felt that something was wrong.

"Stop talking nonsense, if there is no problem here, what are we going to do?" Fu Fu seemed very impatient, for someone like Zhao Xingguo, she didn't even bother to do superficial work.

Being deflated in Fu Fu's hands, Zhao Xingguo didn't dare to speak back at all. Leaving aside the background of the night watchman, Luo He and Fu Fu herself were enough to make people fearful.

Especially the man named Luo He, who seems to be gentle and unconcerned about worldly affairs, but his ability actually makes ghosts find it tricky.

Zhao Xingguo had never seen or even heard of such a situation.

Realizing that Jiang Cheng was staring in another direction, Zhao Xingguo asked curiously, "Mr. Jiang, what are you looking at?" He looked in the direction Jiang Cheng was looking at, which was the direction they came from.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng looked away, "Do you still remember what Liu Zizi said?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng suddenly mention Liu Laizi, Zhao Xingguo's expression froze, and even Fu Fu, who had always been acting out of tune with them, stopped and turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xingguo asked unnaturally.

"He said that the door of Feng's mansion will be closed at night, and no matter who calls the door, it will not open." Jiang Cheng recalled Liu Laizi's dark tone, raised his eyes and said: "No one can call open the door of Feng's mansion at night. .”

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Staring at Huai Yi who was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, the fat man said annoyedly, "Can you stop leaving, it's dazzled my eyes."

"Aren't I also worried about them?" Huai Yi argued, "By the way, I have always been unable to figure out something, and I want to talk to you"

What Huai Yi originally wanted to say was to discuss with you, but after realizing that Lin Wan'er was also looking at him, he swallowed the words in his mouth and changed it into "Ask me."

Hearing the word "ask for advice," the fat man sat up straight, nodded, looked at him and said, "Please ask for advice."

Huai Yi found a wooden chair and sat down, and asked with a strange expression: "Have you ever thought about how that straw man appeared in Chen Qiang's backpack?"

"How could he carry that kind of thing on his back?" Huai Yi frowned, and said to himself: "According to my observation, Chen Qiang is not a careless person, it is impossible for him to make such a mistake."

"You mean someone stuffed the straw man into his backpack on purpose?" Huai Yi's words opened up a new way of thinking for the fat man.

"That's impossible. Chen Qiang's backpack never left his body, and he never opened it outside." Speaking of this, the fat man suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Huai Yi's gaze also became strange, his gaze swept across the fat man's side, and then moved away indiscriminately.

For a person like Chen Qiang, it is unrealistic and risky to want to enter while he is awake, but what if he is asleep?

Everyone sleeps in separate rooms at night, and the door of each room has a lock, which can be locked from the inside.

And there were only two people living in the same room with Chen Qiang.

One is Huai Yi who asked the question, and the other is Huai Yi.

The fat man slowly turned his gaze, and Pi Ruan was leaning against the wall next to him, with his head bowed at the moment, wrapped in a torn quilt, and had already fallen asleep.

Now that they had already entered the gate of Feng's residence, everyone had no more scruples. Zhao Xingguo also became ruthless. After pushing open a dark wooden door, he was the first to go in.

If the two brothers he brought died here, he would have no face to go out alone.

"This is." After entering the courtyard indicated by the young man, Zhao Xingguo couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face. He saw many red things in the corner.

When I got closer, I found that it was red paper, and there were some red lanterns. Both the lanterns and the paper had a big Chinese character "Shou" written on them.

Bright red, dazzling.

Jiang Cheng picked up the scattered lanterns on the ground and found that they were very old, as if they had been left here for a while, "This should be a place like the Feng Family Auditorium, where Master Feng's birthday banquet was held." Jiang Cheng threw it away. Lantern, the analyst said.

"Look over there." Fu Fu raised her chin, they were standing facing a very rich building.

There are white cloths hanging on both sides of the building, with words written on them, which can be seen as nostalgia without looking at them. A few white lanterns that were not lit were just thrown on the ground, before they could be hung up.

"It seems that Master Feng's body is parked here." Jiang Cheng said: "The last time it was held here was a birthday banquet. In vain."

Fu Fu stepped on the paper money on the ground and walked up, "It's all here, let's go in and have a look."

This auditorium-like building still uses very old wooden doors, and the upper part of the door panel is hollowed out and pasted with a layer of paper.

After approaching, a gloomy atmosphere unique to deep houses and large courtyards rushed over.

After poking a hole in the sticker on the door, Zhao Xingguo swallowed nervously, leaned forward, and peeked inside. The room was rather dark, and only the outline could be seen clearly.

Just as his eyes swept across the room one by one, suddenly, something moved in the darkness, it was a slightly shaking feeling, like the wind blowing.

Higher than the ground.

Zhao Xingguo tried his best to move forward, wanting to take a closer look.

Perhaps it was his luck that the clouds covering the moonlight dispersed, and the moonlight poured down for a while, and the scene in the room became much clearer.

In the next second, Zhao Xingguo finally saw clearly.

It was a pair of legs, hanging in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)