Nightmare Attack

Chapter 671

Chapter 671

Under the hazy light and shadow, there is a very high shelf, and there is reflection nearby, like the surface of a lake.

"This is." The fat man slowly opened his eyes wide.

"It's a swimming pool." Yuan Xiaoyi said.

No one would have imagined that Yuan Xiaoyi's mobile phone actually contained a photo taken in the swimming pool late at night!

"I know what you want to ask. It's just what you think. Xiaoran sent it to me." Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at the people in front of her, and said in a low voice, "After she disappeared."

If I remember correctly, this Xiaoran is the girl who went to the swimming pool alone to take pictures late at night, and then disappeared.

"Did she take a photo?" Huai Yi felt his scalp go numb.

After listening to Yuan Xiaoyi, she didn't respond. She just stared at the photo, and her whole body seemed to be in a state of confusion, "You guys, look here."

The position of Yuan Xiaoyi's finger is on the edge of the photo. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice it. There is a vague outline there, as if it is on a very high shelf.

There is a small platform at the top of the shelf with a little bit of white stuff peeking out from it.

Yuan Xiaoyi's fingers were trembling. She enlarged the photo, not suddenly, but slowly, as if she was giving herself a buffer time.

Just after putting it to the maximum, there was a sudden sound of air-conditioning in the crowd.

It was a pair of feet, white enough to be noticed in the dark, standing high on the diving platform.

"Xiaoran, she really took pictures of those things." Someone said to himself.

It was another young man besides Wang Qi, his voice sounded very weak.

Jiang Cheng remembered that his name was Wen Liangshan.

It seemed that Wen Liangshan's words touched her, Yuan Xiaoyi suddenly raised her head, her eyes were bloodshot, "I know that you might not believe me, I receive messages from them every morning, the content All the same!"

"It's all photos, of the swimming pool, the library, the abandoned playground, the medical building, and the sculpture hall!"

"And you know, every time I wake up, the pictures disappear again, like it never happened."

"Unless I keep remembering, forcing myself to remember what they looked like, what they said to me, the photos can appear briefly, but then disappear again."

"I'm about to be driven crazy by them!" Yuan Xiaoyi grabbed her hair in pain, a few strands had been torn between her fingers, "They are blaming me for letting them go to such a dangerous place!"

"The only thing I can do now is to find them and prove that they existed in this world."

"I can feel that they are not dead, they are just hidden, picked up by those horrible things, in a place that is hard to find, waiting for me to rescue them."

"If I also forget about them, then they are really dead!" Yuan Xiaoyi was a little hysterical.

It seems that the torment she has suffered during this period is beyond what they can imagine. During the day, she is treated as delusional by the people around her, and at night she is tortured by the photos.

They had obtained enough information today, and if they continued to ask, everyone was worried that Yuan Xiaoyi would collapse, so after a brief reassurance, they bid farewell hastily.

It was still early in the morning, so everyone took the opportunity to walk around the campus, and it was considered to know the world they came to in advance.

Fatty is still full of longing for the university campus, but Jiang Cheng shattered his dream with a few words, and then took out the swimming pool and the medical building to scare him, and speculated that the school might be a cemetery or something. , a school was built on it because of the suppression of wronged souls.

Jiangcheng had a unique talent for storytelling, and he also had sound effects from time to time, which made the fat man froze for a while, and even Wen Liangshan shrank his neck, and begged him not to talk with a mournful face.

"Be serious, the more you behave like this, the more you are afraid in your heart." Shen Mengyun couldn't understand it, and reminded him.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused, blushed and retorted, "Nonsense, they don't have it!"

Knowing that Jiang Cheng was unreliable, Shen Mengyun didn't bother to talk to him, so she walked up to the middle-aged man, and the two of them discussed the next task as they walked.

After Jiang Cheng saw it, he cheekily leaned forward again.

Just as they turned a corner and passed in front of a teaching building, they happened to meet a person coming out of the front door, and the two groups collided.

After a while, everyone's faces brightened.

This person is none other than the old professor who they rubbed off on just now.

The old professor was dressed plainly, holding a cloth bag in his hand, and a yellow compass was exposed inside. The moment he saw Jiang Cheng and the others, the old professor's eyes brightened.

Fatty thumped in his heart, "Fuck, it's over!"

But it was too late to turn around and run now. Jiang Cheng took the lead to set an example and bowed deeply to the old professor, "Hello, professor, the fluid dynamics you taught today is very exciting, and the students have benefited a lot."

The old professor adjusted his presbyopic glasses, looked Jiangcheng up and down, and said seriously, "I don't dare to be the director, please get up quickly."

Everyone:"???"

The fat man stared wide-eyed, "...I didn't expect him to be an old and dishonest person."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng's face was not red and his heart was not beating. After getting up, he received it very naturally: "I'm sorry, let the professor tell you a joke, but the students are really angry. Why is your professor so wonderful, but the students below are so angry?" Ignore you."

"I apologize to you for my Meng Lang's behavior, but next time the same thing happens to me, I still can't bear it, please understand."

Shen Mengyun looked at Jiang Cheng with strange eyes.

The professor looked at Jiang Cheng with inexplicable eyes. About 4 or 5 seconds later, the professor opened the cloth bag and found a black, somewhat worn-out notebook from inside. He took out a pen with his other hand, " May I have your name?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with pity. It seemed that he was going to be unlucky, and Wen Liangshan even showed a gloating expression.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, and put on a calm posture that I would not regret even if I was killed: "Return to the professor, student Wen Liangshan."

Wen Liangshan: "I *you*!"

But before Wen Liangshan made any further moves, Fatty and Huai Yi controlled him from left to right, covered his mouth, and dragged him behind.

Fortunately, the old professor's attention was focused on Jiang Cheng, and he didn't care about what happened around him.

After recording Jiang Cheng's name, the old professor put away his notebook and nodded to Jiang Cheng, "Son, you are very courageous, and I admire you very much. You have an atmosphere that is very lacking in today's society."

"I can see that you are an honest person, and you can't learn the tricks of the society. I just need an assistant to help me with some auxiliary work. I think your character is just right. suitable."

"If you agree, I will report your name. After becoming my assistant, I will issue you a certificate. It will be much more convenient for you in school." The old professor looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes full of appreciation, "Look How about it?"

Jiang Cheng hesitated.

"You don't want to?" The old professor was a little surprised. There were so many people fighting over their heads for this job.

But he is not a person who can be overpowered by others. After seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, he packed his things and prepared to leave.

But just as he turned around, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Professor." Jiang Cheng's eyes slowly turned red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to explain to you that you must use the name Jiang Cheng when you register. Wenliangshan is my stage name, and I just said it out of the box."

"Do you still have a stage name?" The old professor adjusted his glasses, and didn't bother with the name, but asked in surprise, "Do you have any special talents?"

"It's okay, my family has taught me to be skillful since I was a child." Jiang Cheng said obediently.

(End of this chapter)