Nightmare Attack

A supermarket on the west side of campus.

The rather old glass door was half-open, with a promotional poster of a Korean pop star on it.

The sequined slim-fitting little suit did not make the person on the task in front of him feel bright. On the contrary, it made him look dull.

The man in a suit lit a long match, turned his face sideways, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Then he waved his hand and extinguished the flame on the match.

The peaked hat stood at the foot of the steps opposite him, drinking a bottle of mineral water and chewing on the dry bread in his hand.

Staring at the poster in front of him, the man in a suit smiled disdainfully and slowly blew a mouthful of turbid smoke onto the face of the Korean pop boy, "Was the aesthetics so bad back then?"

Cap had just finished a piece of bread and was greedily sucking the remaining jam on his fingers.

However, his face did not look at the man in the suit or the poster, but instead stared at the girls.

His hungry wolf-like eyes roamed the girl's body wantonly.

They stood neither far nor close, and several people formed a circle.

The dress is quite revealing.

One of them, a tall girl with a slender figure and disheveled hair, was still looking here from time to time, holding a cigarette between her fingers.

Although she tried her best to pretend to be unconcerned, the youthfulness between her brows still betrayed her, and her smoking movements were relatively unfamiliar.

She was not part of this small group, but had only recently joined.

"How wonderful it would be if this wasn't a dream world," the cap licked his chapped lips.

The man in the suit lowered his head when he heard this, carefully fastened the button on his right cuff, and then said with a smile: "Stop talking in your sleep, how dare you come to a place like this in the real world?"

"You can only hide in the dark basement," the man in the suit continued without looking at him: "Don't forget, there are police everywhere looking for you."

The man in the suit's words seemed to bring the peaked cap back to reality. His face was startled, and then he lost his composure, and his smile also faded.

After wiping it on his body with his left hand, he held the brim of the peaked cap and pressed down hard.

He stood in the shadows, with only half of his chin exposed from the perspective of the man in the suit.

"Don't be so nervous," the man in the suit said with an unexplainable tone in his voice. He repaired his collar and inadvertently shook it, revealing the gorgeous ukiyo-e prints on the lining of the suit.

"I will keep your secret," the man in the suit smiled, "You know what I want."

"But we don't know who the thing is on," the peaked hat said in a muffled voice.

"Then let's look for it one by one. We still have plenty of time. The fact that the cheongsam girl died first means that the probability of having that thing on her body is extremely low. In other words, even if there is, it has already been taken away." The man in the suit seemed to be a different person at this moment, as if there was an evil ghost hiding under his gentle face.

But the peaked hat seemed to realize something. He raised his head and stared at the face of the man in the suit with a pair of narrow eyes under the brim of the hat. "You mean someone planned her death?"

The black pupil area in his eyes is small and the white sclera area is large, so looking at him for a long time will give people a sinister feeling, although he is indeed such a person.

"That's right," the man in the suit nodded.

"who is it?"

"It's not clear yet."

"Could it be the woman in room 406?" The peaked cap suddenly became nervous. "Her aura is very strange, with sharp punches and calluses on the tiger's mouth. Do you think she could be the police?"

The man in the suit stretched out a finger to rub his chin, and replied after a while: "Probably not. She gave me a fierce and extremely aggressive feeling. The police should not be like this."

The peaked cap breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"Heh," the man in the suit looked at his cap up and down and said playfully, "As long as you choose to cooperate with me, it doesn't matter whether she is a police officer or not." He leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth to one side, "Because I don't Maybe let her leave alive."

The man in a suit stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and said coldly: "Just like those two idiots in 404."

"Ah sneeze!"

Jiang Cheng sneezed heavily.

The fat man hugged his arms and asked with concern: "Doctor, you don't have a cold, do you?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, then looked around, "No, I'm afraid someone is missing me again, silently expressing his longing for me in the distance."

The fat man simply ignored the second half of Jiang Cheng's sentence.

They had been walking around the campus for a long time, walking from the cafeteria to the westernmost playground, then taking another route and turning back.

"Doctor," the fat man asked curiously, "where are we going? Why do I feel like you are wandering aimlessly."

"That's right," Jiang Cheng unexpectedly admitted it very generously, "I was indeed wandering around."

The fat man was stunned for a moment. He increasingly couldn't understand what this man was thinking in his heart.

"I've had enough shopping," Jiang Cheng said, stopping and putting his hand on his forehead to block the sun. After briefly identifying the direction, he pointed to a path and said, "Let's go to the equipment room and meet them first. "

Everyone will meet in front of the equipment room at noon. It was decided early in the morning.

The journey was relatively long, and Fatty's heart became restless again. He secretly glanced at Jiang Cheng many times, and the corners of his mouth moved, as if he had something to ask but couldn't.

"You want to ask whose hands the cheongsam girl died in?" Jiang Cheng said calmly.

There was no usual interrogative tone, he was as calm as describing some established fact.

"That's right," the fat man nodded repeatedly.

They had discussed this issue before, but were interrupted by the sudden ringing of a bell.

"It was the ghost on the mission who killed her," Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man said anxiously: "Of course I know it was a ghost who killed her, I mean"

"It's the pajama girl," Jiang Cheng stopped and turned to look at the fat man. "She took advantage of the cheongsam girl's fear of ghosts to expel her from room 407, which led to the latter's death."

Although Fatty was surprised by the result Jiang Cheng said, he did not have any doubts about the sentence itself.

Because he knew that the latter never joked about this kind of issue.

"How did she do it?" Fatty suddenly became excited, "How dare she, a newcomer?"

"I can't answer your first question yet," Jiang Cheng said, "but I think the second question is very simple. Pajama Girl is not a newcomer. Everything we have seen, including her fear, cowardice, and screaming, The crying and even the dinosaur pajamas she appears in are all part of her disguise.”

"The passion of the man in the suit in managing the character is obviously a notch lower than hers," he shrugged. "Compared to the latter, he is a complete idiot."

The fat man gradually calmed down. He thought about the pajama woman carefully, but he couldn't find any holes in his memories. "Doctor," he raised his head, "can you tell me your evidence?"