Nightmare Attack

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

"This is" the fat man's eyes slowly opened wide.

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

No one could have imagined that Yuan Xiaoyi’s phone actually contained a photo taken at a swimming pool late at night!

"I know what you want to ask. Just as you thought, Xiaoran sent it to me." Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at the people in front of her, and whispered: "After she disappeared."

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

"Did she take the photo?" Huaiyi felt his scalp numb.

After hearing this, Yuan Xiaoyi had no reaction. She just stared at the photo, as if she was possessed by a demon, "Look here."

The position of Yuan Xiaoyi's finger is at the edge of the photo. You can't notice it unless you look carefully. There is a vague outline there, as if it is on a high shelf.

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

Yuan Xiaoyi's fingers were trembling. She zoomed in on the photo, not suddenly, but slowly, as if giving herself some buffering time.

Just after turning it to the maximum, the sound of air-conditioning suddenly came from the crowd.

They were a pair of feet, so white that you could notice them in the dark, standing on a high diving platform.

"Xiaoran really took pictures of those things." Someone said to themselves.

Besides Wang Qi, it was another young man whose voice sounded very hollow.

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 filled with bloodshot eyes, "I know you might not believe me if I tell you. I receive messages from them every morning, every morning, and the contents are all it's the same!"

"They are all photos, from the swimming pool, the library, the abandoned playground, the medical building, and the sculpture hall!"

"And you know what, every time I wake up, these photos disappear again, and it's like nothing ever happened."

"Unless I keep recalling and forcing myself to recall what they looked like and what they said to me, the photos will appear briefly, but then they will disappear."

"They are driving me crazy!" Yuan Xiaoyi grabbed her hair in pain, and several hairs were broken between her fingers. "They are blaming me, 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 save them."

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

It seems that the suffering she suffered during this period was beyond their imagination. During the day, she was treated as a delusional person by the people around her, and at night she was tortured by the photos.

They have obtained enough information today. If they continue to ask questions, everyone is worried that Yuan Xiaoyi will collapse, so they say goodbye hastily after a brief comfort.

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

The fat man was still full of longing for the university campus, but Jiang Cheng shattered his dream with just a few words. He then threatened him with the swimming pool and medical building, and even speculated that there might be a cemetery underneath the school. , because it was necessary to suppress the ghosts of injustice, a school was built on it.

Jiang Cheng had a unique talent for telling stories, and he also brought in his own sound effects from time to time. The fat man was stunned for a while, and even Wenliangshan shrank his neck and begged him to stop talking with a sad face.

"Be more serious. The more you behave like this, the more it shows that you are afraid inside." Shen Mengyun couldn't stand it and reminded him.

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused and retorted with a slightly red face: "Nonsense, I don't have that!"

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

After Jiang Cheng saw it, he shamelessly approached.

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 expressions became wonderful.

This person was none other than the old professor they were attending class with just now.

The old professor was dressed simply and held a cloth bag in his hand, with a yellow compass ruler exposed inside. The moment he saw Jiang Cheng and others, the old professor's eyes became excited.

Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, "Damn it, this is going to end!"

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

The old professor adjusted his reading glasses, looked Jiangcheng up and down, and said with a smile on his face: "I don't dare to accept it. Director, please get up quickly."

Everyone:"???"

The fat man's eyes widened, "I didn't expect him to be an old man."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng's face turned red and his heart skipped a beat. After he stood up, he received the message very naturally: "I'm sorry, Professor, I made you laugh, but the student is really angry. Why is your class so exciting, but the students below are so?" Ignore you."

"I apologize to you for my Meng Lang's behavior, but I still can't bear it next time something like this happens to me. Please understand."

Shen Mengyun looked at Jiang Cheng strangely.

The professor looked at Jiang Cheng with an inexplicable look. About 4 or 5 seconds later, the professor opened the cloth bag and took out a black, somewhat worn notebook. 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 in trouble. Among them, Wen Liang Shan even showed a gloating expression.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and put on a calm posture of saying, "I will not regret it even if the swords and axes are thrown at me." "Return to the professor, student Wen Liangshan."

Boon Liang Shan: "I *you*!"

But before Wen Liang Shan could make any further move, Fatty and Huai Yi controlled him on the left and right, then covered their mouths and dragged him behind.

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

After recording Jiang Cheng's name, the old professor put away his notebook and nodded to Jiang Cheng, "My child, you are very courageous. 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 cannot learn the tricks of society. I just need an assistant to help me with some auxiliary work. I think your character is just right."

"If you agree, I will submit your name. After you become my assistant, I will issue you a certificate. It will be much more convenient for you in the school." The old professor looked at Jiang Cheng with admiration in his eyes, "Look How about it?"

Jiang Cheng hesitated.

"You don't want to?" The old professor was a little surprised. There are many people fighting for this job.

But he was not a person who forced others to make things difficult for him. When he saw that Jiang Cheng didn't show any reaction, he packed up 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. I just said it smoothly."

"Do you still have a stage name?" The old professor adjusted his glasses and didn't worry about the name. Instead, he asked in surprise, "Do you have any special talents?"

"It's okay. My family has taught me since I was a child that I should be more skilled than I am." Jiang Cheng said obediently.