Nightmare Attack

"Is this what you promised to gouge your eyes?!" This sentence could not help but float in everyone's mind. read

Looking at the empty back of Wen Liangshan's head, the fat man couldn't help but shudder. In the past, under the guidance of doctors, he often suspected that his brain seemed to have been hollowed out, but from today on, he won't. After all, the scene in front of him is too... Scary.

Shi Xiaoya's stomach was hollowed out, and Wenliangshan's brain was hollowed out. The ghosts in this mission seemed to like to do such things.

"He has a chance to survive." Gao Yan sighed and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity that he wasn't calm enough."

Everyone thought this old guy was farting.

The time was approaching, the surrounding space began to change, and the rain curtain gradually became thinner. Everyone could clearly feel that it was all coming to an end.

Meng Yumian, who killed Wenliangshan, made a "whirring" sound and stood in the rain dressed in red, with his pale hands covered in blood.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of them made everyone's hearts tremble.

Meng Yumian opened his hand, and a round eyeball appeared in his palm, mixed with some red and white tofu-like viscous substance, dripping on the ground along his fingers.

As Meng Yumian raised his head, his long hair was blown by the wind. Everyone saw her face clearly for the first time.

It was a fragmented face, with a collapsed cheekbone on the left side, a broken nose, and a torn eye socket. Jiang Cheng's first reaction was that he had been hit by a sharp-edged stone.

There were only two blood holes left where the eyes were, and blood was still flowing out, like two lines of bloody tears hanging on the face.

Meng Yumian first put the left eye into the socket. It was very good and fit perfectly.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this left eye was the eye that Meng Yumian snatched back before he died and was held in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Yumian used two hands with sharp nails to hold up his right eye, which was Wen Liangshan's eye, and stuffed it into his empty right eye socket.

Move carefully.

It's hard to describe this scene in words. The fat man's face turned pale. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and pressed his throat to prevent vomiting.

The expressions of the remaining people were also very ugly, and everyone felt physically uncomfortable.

"Boom."

"Boom."

After getting the eyes, Meng Yumian jumped away and the stiff red figure disappeared in the direction of the equipment room, presumably returning to the mirror.

The ghost stories were not ended, but at least they survived.

"Look!" Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed to a place.

It was in the direction of the grove, where Shen Mengyun was hiding not long ago.

The rain gradually stopped, and their vision became better. Through the gaps between the leaves, they could vaguely see something there.

"It seems like a person." The fat man said suddenly with his eyes wide open.

Sure enough, after everyone ran over, a pair of legs were exposed in the depression that Shen Mengyun had discovered before, and his upper body was buried in the yellow leaves.

After seeing the sweatpants on this person's legs and the running shoes with steel spikes on her feet, Jiang Cheng knew her identity.

Xiaolin.

This is what they are looking for, the girl trapped in the ghost story of the abandoned playground.

Shen Mengyun pushed aside the fallen leaves, revealing a calm face.

That's right, it's a girl.

Huaiyi went up to help, dragged the girl out of the depression and put it aside.

The girl is dressed in sportswear. Her physique is much stronger than that of ordinary girls, with obvious muscle lines and signs of regular exercise.

Like Xiaoting who was found before, Xiaolin didn't have any scars on her body. She was as peaceful as if she was asleep, but she had stopped breathing.

"The body is still warm." Gao Yan took back his hand, looked at Xiaolin's body and said, "She died recently. The death time will not exceed half an hour."

"That means she was still alive when we first came in." Shen Mengyun frowned.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiaolin, and strangely enough, this calm face actually frightened them more than Meng Yumian's face.

To be more precise, it should be uneasiness.

Instinct told them that Xiaolin's death had nothing to do with Meng Yumian.

She looked more like she had committed suicide.

Xiaolin's hands were placed on both sides of her body. Jiang Cheng noticed that her right hand was clenched into a fist. He walked up quickly, squatted down, and took the corpse's right hand.

The fist was clenched tighter than he imagined, and he could only open it with fingers one by one until a bloody eye appeared in front of him.

"Trouble!" The fat man was startled. He had already cast a shadow on this round thing.

Xiaolin actually held an eyeball in her right hand.

After Jiang Cheng dug out his eyes, he squeezed them with his hands, then looked at everyone as if to confirm, and said calmly: "It's true."

Fatty's whole body was in bad shape.

Wang Qi stared at the eyeball, and after a moment said in a strange tone: "It seems that this eyeball is Meng Yumian's lost right eye. I didn't expect that she found it."

"But according to the mission rules, finding the person who lost Meng Yumian's right eye can end the ghost story. Why is Xiaolin still trapped in the ghost story?" Shen Mengyun asked a very relevant question.

Huaiyi also echoed: "Yeah, that doesn't make sense."

"Hey, actually we can think about it in a different way." Wang Qi stared at Xiaolin's peaceful face, as if a certain guess in his heart had been confirmed: "Maybe Xiaolin herself doesn't want to end the strange story."

Because of some previous incidents, Huaiyi was always wary of this man. Hearing this, he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Xiaolin can only survive if she stays in Kaitan. If Kaitan disappears or leaves the world created by Kaitan, she will die." Jiang Cheng stood up and looked at Wang Qi.

His face gradually grew thin, and Wang Qi's smile turned out to be a little ferocious.

"What are you talking about?" Fatty looked at the doctor and Wang Qi, feeling that the Riddler was the most annoying thing.

"Let's go quickly, we won't be able to get out if it's too late!" The fat man casually glanced at the time on his phone, and his anxious voice changed.

But the next second, he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

There was a hint of pity in the tenderness, and he seemed to have seen similar eyes somewhere, as if in a special charity column caring for mentally retarded children.

He watched helplessly as the doctor sighed, then picked up the eyeball, and then without seeing what he did, the rain in the world in front of him stopped instantly.

The strange feeling of another world completely disappeared, and various subtle sounds began to appear around him, including the rustle of fallen leaves in the wind, and occasionally a few strange calls of unknown birds.

They were standing in a small forest, with almost all the leaves falling off. Not far away was an abandoned playground, which looked unremarkable.

There was a shallow pit in front of him, and Xiaolin's body was gone.

Fatty suddenly noticed that everyone was tilting their heads and staring at him with expectant eyes, seemingly sure that he would exclaim next, or sigh that he was awesome or something.