Nightmare Attack

Finally reaching the fourth floor, everyone stopped in front of a low door. It was a wooden door with a white paper stuck on it. ReadМ

On the white paper were written the words "Do Not Disturb During Lunch Break".

It seems this is it.

There was a dark lock hanging on the door.

After confirming again that there was nothing unusual around him, Gao Yan took out a thin wire from his pocket. There was still rust on it. He didn't know where it was taken from.

Then he gave Shen Mengyun Jiangcheng a look and started to unlock the door.

Jiang Cheng glanced at it casually, and then showed a hint of disdain that was not easy to detect. This technique was too raw, and it was just an entry-level one.

After about a minute, with the crisp sound of bullets popping open, the lock opened.

Gao Yan took off the door lock, took a step back, and moved away from the door. Then he glanced at Shen Mengyun, who remained silent.

The meaning was obvious. Jiang Cheng went to the bathroom first to explore the way, and he had just unlocked it. It was Shen Mengyun's turn next. It was impossible to get clues about whoring for free.

In the task, everyone must realize their own value, which is also the capital of cooperation.

In other words, the three of them ventured in, and it was up to them whether they would choose to share the information they obtained with a few people outside, how much to share, and even whether it was true or false.

After all, the information was obtained by taking risks, which is equivalent to occupying the right to speak in the team in disguise.

Shen Mengyun didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and pushed the door with one hand on the white paper. She exerted a slight force. Just a second before the door trembled slightly and was about to be pushed, her body shook.

Then, as if he had discovered something, he began to fumble around on the white paper.

"What's wrong?" Gao Yan asked with a frown.

"There seems to be something behind this." Shen Mengyun tilted his head and whispered to Jiang Cheng and Gao Yan: "You guys stay away, I will tear off this paper and take a look."

Jiang Cheng looked at Shen Mengyun with amusement in his eyes, but he still backed away honestly until half of his body was hidden behind Gao Yan.

"Stab-"

After a very soft sound, the piece of paper appeared in Shen Mengyun's hand. After about half a minute, when nothing happened, Shen Mengyun waved them back.

"Look." She pointed to a spot on the door, exactly where the white paper had been.

There were several cracks on this spot, which did not appear to be formed naturally. Jiang Cheng reached out and touched it, "It seems like it was cut with a knife."

The existence of this white paper is probably to cover up the knife marks.

After pushing open the wooden door, Shen Mengyun walked in first, Jiang Cheng took the second place, and Gao Yan was a step slower.

Yuan Xiaoyi said that there are no windows in the warehouse, so everyone is not worried about turning on the flashlight and being noticed by people outside the building, so they all turn on their mobile phones.

The area of ​​the warehouse was larger than they expected. There were several beds placed near the door. Unlike the beds in their dormitory, the beds here were propped up.

It's similar to a camp bed and can be used occasionally for lunch breaks.

There are some sundries beside the camp bed, sneakers, magazines, and half a box of mineral water. It seems that someone has been resting here recently.

"Go inside and have a look." Shen Mengyun suggested.

Jiang Cheng took out another piece of paper from his pocket, with some arrangements for the Ghost Story Club marked on it.

Yuan Xiaoyi recalled that in order to hide their stories from others as much as possible, they chose to share the supernatural stories in the innermost part of the warehouse.

Of course, this is just her statement, and no one else in the school believes it except her.

And Yuan Xiaoyi herself said that after her friend disappeared, she came here again, trying to find evidence of his friend's existence, but everything was no longer what she remembered.

All traces that could prove that they were together have disappeared, and this is just an ordinary old warehouse.

Except for the outside area, the inside of the warehouse is full of iron shelves, which are not very high and come in various models, making them look rather messy.

The shelves were filled with old equipment or bundles of unopened teaching aids. Jiang Cheng wiped them lightly with his hand and found that they were covered with dust.

The entire warehouse gave them the feeling that it had been dusty for a long time and had only recently been opened.

The further they walked in, the more obvious this feeling became. They even felt as if they were suffocating as they fell into the depths of the ocean. Shen Mengyun couldn't help but wonder, has anyone really been here before?

Until they reached the last iron frame, Gao Yan looked at Jiang Cheng, who held the painting and seemed to have something to say: "According to the mark on the painting, this should be their secret base. Every time they tell strange stories, It’s behind this iron frame.”

The iron frame is like a barrier, forming an angle with the wall behind it, just separating a space and making it very hidden.

Jiang Cheng also didn't believe that a group of girls gathered in a place like this at night to tell supernatural stories.

Especially after seeing the scene behind the iron frame.

There were a lot of debris piled up in the back, including old tables and chairs, some flattened cardboard boxes, and more iron chains and iron shelves whose purpose could not be seen at all.

In short, there are no traces of human activity at all.

But the strange thing is that after seeing these things, Jiang Cheng and Shen Mengyun's arrogant eyes became exciting.

Gao Yan squinted his eyes, looked back and forth a few times, and said in a dull voice: "It's indeed suspicious."

Shen Mengyun nodded, and then seemed to be responding to Gao Yan's words, "The things in here are too densely packed."

"And haven't you noticed that the things placed here are relatively heavy, such as iron chains, iron shelves, tables and chairs, etc., which are difficult to carry or move."

"There are so many empty spaces in the warehouse, why do we have to keep things close by and pile them at the very back?" She paused and then said, "It seems to be deliberately covering up something."

Jiang Cheng compared the sketches drawn by Yuan Xiaoyi from memory and took the lead in finding out where the girls sat when they told their strange stories.

They formed a circle, each with a chair. Anyway, the most indispensable thing in the warehouse was old tables and chairs.

According to Yuan Xiaoyi, because she was timid, she deliberately chose a position with her back against the wall, so that at least she would be safe behind her and she could feel more at ease.

Jiang Cheng walked into the corner, compared the sketches, then pointed at several large boxes leaning against the wall and said, "Move these."

Shen Mengyun and Gao Yan started working immediately. The box was very heavy and they didn't dare to make any noise, so it was quite difficult. It took them nearly 10 minutes to completely clear away the debris, revealing the dark cement wall behind it.

"How is it?" Gao Yan asked breathlessly.

Jiang Cheng squatted down by the wall, then put his phone close to the wall, moved it little by little, and compared the pictures with his opponent from time to time. After about 2 minutes, Jiang Cheng suddenly said: "Found it."

After hearing this, Shen Mengyun and Gao Yan immediately approached. Jiang Cheng pointed at the dark cement wall and said, "Look, there are many traces left by friction here."

Due to the light, the traces are not very obvious, but once pointed out, it becomes much clearer, and there are still some superficial cracks on it.

Jiang Cheng casually took a chair and laid it flat with the back of the chair close to the wall. Shen Mengyun could clearly see that the screw used for fixation on the back of the chair clearly protruded, and the position coincided with the scratch mark.