Nightmare Attack

"doctor……"

"Do not talk!"

After leading the fat man to leave the Sutra Pavilion quickly and finding a secluded place, Jiang Cheng turned on his phone and checked the video.

In principle, Jiang Cheng didn't believe what these monks said. Nothing looked right from top to bottom of the Jiji Temple.

As the video started to play little by little, the eyes of Jiang Cheng and Fatty slowly changed. Jiang Cheng was mentally prepared to see some extremely terrifying scenes.

For example, there were several hideous-looking evil spirits wearing monk robes, or maybe nothing was photographed at all. Those ghosts were hidden on the ceiling or something, but the result surprised him.

The Sutra Pavilion is the Sutra Pavilion. There are many tall wooden shelves on both sides of the building, which are piled with scriptures. Not far behind them, several monks are sitting cross-legged.

Although the photo was not very clear due to lighting and angle issues, you can still see the monks lowering their heads, and the incense candles nearby just reflected half of their faces.

All of these people were old and had unusually withered faces. If it weren't for the action of tapping the wooden fish, Jiang Cheng would have even suspected that these people had died long ago.

But what really caught his attention were the eyes of these monks.

They have no eyes, just like the old monk outside, their eye sockets are empty. The old monk in the middle faces their backs, opening and closing his mouth, and the sound comes from here.

Obviously, this old monk is the abbot of the Jiji Temple.

"Are they really all blind?" Fatty stared at the screen. He could feel the stability and peace of these monks through the screen. It was an extremely rare state of mind.

Putting away his cell phone, Jiang Cheng also fell into thinking. He was not sure whether the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong belonged to Buddhism or Taoism. Besides, there was a second-generation Crimson hiding among Song Tianming and others.

Just when the two were about to get up, Jiang Cheng's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Seeing the number appearing on the screen, Fatty's eyes lit up, "It's Yao, Shunyu!"

The call was quickly connected, and after hearing Yao Shunyu's slightly tired voice, Jiang Cheng's heart that had been hanging on him finally dropped.

Without any nonsense, Yao Shunyu quickly told Jiang Cheng the important points about what happened last night.

Jiang Cheng's judgment was consistent with that of Yao, Shun, and Yu Li Bai. The dead Li Maochun was the second generation of Crimson.

"By the way, please remember, we have found some clues, which you should be able to use tonight."

"Kowtow before the devil, and scratch gold from the Buddha's face..." Yao, Shun, and Yu fell into deep thought after hearing this clue.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"No, it's just this clue..." Yao Shunyu paused, "Let me tell you about the situation here. Just now, someone from Heishui Village came to inform us that there will be two life-injection ceremonies to be prepared tonight. The first task is to offer incense to the Buddha enshrined in the old temple in the village, and then use a knife to scrape the gold powder on the face of the Buddha statue. The village asks for gold powder to be used as a blessing for the newborn child. "

"The second task is to go to the home of Zhang, the clay figurine at the head of the village. Her house has a cellar, and a clay statue of Empress Zhusheng is enshrined in the cellar. We need to go and kowtow to Empress Zhusheng, because people from other villages can participate in the Zhusheng Conference in Heishui Village. , This is the mercy of Empress Zhusheng."

"It's strange. The clues you got this time don't seem to have much clues. Feng Shui...are you asking us to pay attention to the Feng Shui of these two mission locations?"

Yao and Shunyu felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this. After all, the so-called Feng Shui was a metaphysical concept, and this was not a hint at all.

"Tell me about the clues you got." Jiang Cheng asked.

"That's right. People from Heishui Village came to give us clothes today. These clothes belong to Li Maochun. They said they were picked up by the village chief. We found a note in the pocket of the clothes."

"The note was torn from a complete piece of paper, the kind of case paper used in hospitals. It still has the same child's font on it, but this time the handwriting is messier, and I can only make out a small part of it."

"Caregiver, black raincoat, be careful, ragdoll."

"By the way, there is half a bloody fingerprint on the back of this paper. The fingerprint is relatively small. It is from the right hand. There are only four fingers and no middle finger."

Jiang Cheng remembered that the last time Yao, Shun, and Yu Li Bai found the clues left by this child, the incomplete bloody handprints, handwriting, and medical records, all of them were correct.

"This child is very important. If possible, try to let Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie find this child." Yao Shunyu reminded kindly.

"Um."

"One more thing, we..." Yao Shunyu suddenly lowered his voice, as if he was worried about being heard, "We seem to have found the last crimson hidden among us."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, "Who is he? What flaws did he reveal?"

"It's a man. You know, all of us except Li Bai are men, but this man is the oldest among us. I'm afraid he must be in his early 50s."

Yao Shunyu's words made Jiang Cheng quite confused, "So old?"

In Jiang Cheng's impression, those second-generation crimsons are generally younger. After all, they are too eroded and their lifespans are generally not very long.

"Well, his surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Yuanchao. He claims to be the leader of the others in the team. In fact, in our words, he is a tour guide. He leads the group of students to find beautiful scenery in the mountains to paint."

"I didn't pay attention at all at first. Li Bai told me that there was something wrong with Zhang Yuanchao. This man often peeked at Li Bai."

"It's not that kind of lewd look. No one in this place would have that kind of thought. It's just a very strange look in his eyes. Li Bai noticed it more than once."

"Are there any other questions besides this?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Yao Shunyu recalled for a moment, "No, at least I haven't found it yet."

Second-generation crimsons are generally younger, but that doesn't mean that everyone is like this. Jiang Cheng suspects that he has gone into a misunderstanding.

"Be careful and contact us if there is any new information."

"Okay, so are you."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng and Fatty discussed the various possibilities of who among Song Tianming and others was the second-generation Crimson. Perhaps because he was afraid of being tricked, Fatty insisted that it was either Song Tianming or the one who pretended to be the one at the beginning. As the head of the family, 80% of the two people have problems with one of them. After all, he has seen too many kind-hearted old men. Yu Chengmu at the beginning, and Luo Tianhe later, who didn't have the demeanor of a master, in the end So what, it’s not that he has a dark heart.

While he was complaining, Jiang Cheng's cell phone suddenly vibrated again. After the connection, there was silence for a moment, and then Tang Qisheng's hoarse voice, almost desperate, rang, "Brother Jiang, I...I can't help you!"