Nightmare Attack

Zhao Xingguo took a few steps back, his face turned pale. Although he had been mentally prepared in advance, the sudden sight of this scene still made his heart beat faster. read

"What's wrong?" Fu Fu asked.

"There is a man." Zhao Xingguo stuttered uncontrollably when he was nervous, "He is hanging from the beam."

man hanging from rafter

"Did you see who it was?" Jiang Cheng asked immediately.

"No, no, I only saw one pair of legs." Zhao Xingguo answered honestly. The thought of the pair of legs hanging in mid-air shaking slightly made him feel cold all over.

There is no point in guessing outside the door. If you want to find out the truth, you can only go in and take a look.

But before going in, Zhao Xingguo must be dealt with first. Ever since Pan Duling and Hu Yong's accident, he seemed to be a different person, and his mental state has always been unstable.

Jiang Cheng turned to look at him and said in a cold tone: "Control yourself. If you are really scared, stay outside."

The situation inside is unclear, and if you rashly bring Zhao Xingguo in in this state, you might cause some trouble.

Perhaps he heard the meaning of Jiang Cheng's words, Zhao Xingguo shuddered, how dare he stay outside alone.

Recently, he also felt that his emotions were not right, so he immediately adjusted himself. After taking a few deep breaths, his whole temperament became much calmer.

Jiang Cheng nodded and made eye contact with Fu Fu. The two of them opened the door slowly, one on the left and the other on the right.

There was an uncomfortable friction sound, and the next moment, the cold moonlight shone into the room, and the field of vision broadened.

The sight in front of them stopped everyone in their tracks.

Where is the person Zhao Xingguo mentioned, there are five corpses hanging from the beams!

The corpses are arranged staggered front and back. Due to the light, the upper body cannot be seen, only two hanging legs can be seen.

A gust of wind blew, many legs swayed slightly, and there was a faint "crunching" sound of the rope being overwhelmed.

Now Zhao Xingguo finally understood why the man leading the way didn't let them come in to see.

Seeing such a scene in the middle of the night, a timid person might be frightened to death on the spot.

But after watching for a while, everyone also saw the problem. These were not real dead people, but dummies made of grass.

The straw man was wearing clothes, so at first glance, he thought it was a real person hanging on it.

"It's a live simulation." Zhao Xingguo whispered, "Someone was indeed hanged from the beam not long ago, but the body was taken away and replaced with a straw man to facilitate the investigation of the case."

Five people were hanged at once. Thinking about that scene is despairing.

The straw man's work was more exquisite than expected. The straw man closest to them was wearing black trousers, which was relatively bloated, and his upper body was covered with a leather jacket.

The leather jacket is very long, almost reaching the knees. The overall look gives a heavy sense of age and status.

The other straw man next to the straw man was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket and was obviously a woman.

Based on what Wu Dali said, these two straw men should represent Mr. Feng and the old lady of the Feng family. They were hanged here.

"No wonder they immediately thought we were related to this case." Fu Fu said while staring at the other straw men.

The clothes of the other three straw men corresponded to Pan Du, Linghu Yong, and Chen Qiang respectively. At this moment, the three straw men wearing their clothes were hung under the beams, and the scene was very breathtaking.

Obviously, when they were discovered, they were hanging together with the bodies of Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng in this auditorium.

No, it should be called the mourning hall now.

After all, there are black and white portraits of Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng on the table in the center.

There were piles of white paper flowers and money against the wall.

Several crudely made paper figures were leaning against the wall, including men and women. Their exaggerated facial features became increasingly weird in the blurred light, as if they could come to life at any time.

A box placed in front of the portrait attracted their attention.

The box looks like an ordinary gift box, as if it was brought by a relative or friend who came to the Feng family to express condolences, and it was placed here casually.

It was simply wrapped a few times with fine hemp rope and finally tied into a knot.

Just a gentle tug reveals what's inside.

Looking at the gift box, everyone felt something strange. Zhao Xingguo looked around, trying to find out what went wrong.

Slowly lifting the gift box, Jiang Cheng's first feeling was that it was light.

Very light.

If there wasn't something shaking inside, he would have even thought the gift box was empty. He shook the gift box gently, and the contents inside gave him a strange feedback.

Through the gift box, he could feel that the contents inside were not small and rough, because he could hear the sound of scratching against the inner wall of the gift box, like there were many rough spikes.

The next second, he immediately put down the gift box and backed away.

"What did you find?" Fu Fu was looking at Mr. Feng's posthumous photo and was caught off guard by Jiang Cheng's sudden move.

Jiang Cheng stared at the gift box and whispered, "It's a straw man."

Hearing this, Zhao Xingguo swallowed his saliva and moved away from the gift box as if he was ready.

The straw man is the source of the curse. If Zhao Xingguo describes it, the straw man is more like a cursed doll. Anyone associated with it will be dragged into dreams and killed by the ghost.

This gift box is placed in a conspicuous position. Anyone who has been here will definitely notice that if it was opened rashly just now, the consequences would be

This is a trap.

After realizing this, Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and tried to keep his movements to a minimum, "Don't move anything, and retreat slowly."

One step, two steps. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. The further away from the gift box, the calmer the uneasiness in my heart becomes.

Just when Zhao Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief,

"How did you get in?" There was a sudden explosion from behind, and it sounded like it was right at the door, "Didn't I tell you not to come in?!"

It was the voice of the young man, the one who had brought them here.

It could be heard that the young man was angry that they did not listen to him and entered the scene rashly.

Zhao Xingguo was startled, and subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him, "Don't get me wrong, we are."

The next second, the sound stopped suddenly.

Zhao Xingguo's eyes widened and he looked behind him, his mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.

There was no one behind him.

Not only that, the road he had just walked disappeared, and even the door disappeared, leaving only endless darkness behind him.

"Oops"

"Idiot!" Fu Fu and Jiang Cheng stood together in the center of the mourning hall, with no trace of Zhao Xingguo around.

As soon as the sound started, they knew something was wrong.

So no one answered, and no one was stupid enough to look back.

Along with Zhao Xingguo's disappearance, there was also the strange atmosphere in the mourning hall. Fu Fu stepped forward and picked up the gift box in front of the portrait.

Just when Jiang Cheng was about to stop him, he saw Fu Fu lift up the gift box and face one side towards him, "Thanks to that idiot, we are safe now."

Jiang Cheng noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of the gift box, and the edges were ragged, as if it had been dug out from the inside with his claws.