Chapter 362 The First Hour
The security personnel of the East District under Jing Tuo Shen, the security team returned from New Shanghai led by Wan Jie, countless ghost talk players, as well as Gao Yun's student union and the decomposed Gaomings, the "thugs" and "thornheads" in the entire vast sea "Gathered in the two communities, even "God" was worried at this time.
You must know that these security personnel and ghost story players are all the elite of the elite. They have experienced countless life and death tests and retain a lot of trump cards. Even if they lose part of their memory and the abilities given by ghosts, they will still be difficult to deal with.
The two clay sculptures originally worked together to deal with Gao Ming, and he had no chance to resist, but now a hole was torn open in this big net.
More and more people in Xiang Shengyong's apartment were alarmed by the painter's death, but most of them hid in the house and secretly observed through peepholes and door cracks.
As time passed, the memories of the residents in the building began to be affected. This horrible feeling of gradually forgetting themselves forced them to start thinking of ways to save themselves.
The painter Gao Ming's physical strength was not as good as Zhuo Jun's. After running for a few more minutes, he really couldn't hold on.
"When Zhuo Jun catches up with me, not only will I die, but the clay sculpture will definitely not be saved either..." The brush in his hand was like a carving knife, and the painter Gao Ming dipped the paint mixed with his own blood into the eyes of the clay sculpture.
At that moment, all the patterns painted on the clay sculpture seemed to come alive, and they burrowed into the clay sculpture like crazy.
Spider-web-like fine blood vessels also appeared on the surface of the clay sculpture's skin, and the curse of the painter Gao Ming, who devoted all his efforts, penetrated into the clay sculpture's heart.
"My paintings are my life and my will. If Gao Ming and I merge together, you will also merge with me! Hahahaha!" The painter Gao Ming laughed crazily, as if he had made something Decided to throw the clay sculpture full of patterns at Zhuo Jun's face when he entered the corner of the next corridor!
Zhuo Jun, who was running wildly, subconsciously caught the clay sculpture. As soon as he paused for a moment, he immediately felt something bad. There was a cold feeling on the back of his neck, as if he was being pressed with the tip of a knife.
Turning around, grandma's eyes moved towards him.
There is no preference for a high life. When outsiders touch the clay sculpture, grandma's murderous intention is so strong that it turns into reality.
Zhuo Jun knew that clay sculpture was very important, but now this thing was a hot potato.
The special photo in his arm gnaws at Zhuo Jun's flesh and blood. Compared with the clay sculpture, Gao's life, which is regarded as the primary target by the Investigation Bureau, is more important!
After a few breaths, Zhuo Jun slowed down, rounded his arms, and threw the clay sculpture away from himself and Gao Ming.
"The old lady's target is the clay sculpture. I can't keep this thing. I'll use it to attract the opponent's attention first. After killing Gao Ming, I can gather people to deal with the old man!"
The clay statue flew past grandma like a cannonball. She was so anxious that her eyes were bleeding, for fear that the clay statue would be damaged.
Wan Jie, who was following behind, had his pupils constricted. He didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.
The clay sculpture fell to the ground and rolled in his direction.
No longer hiding, Wanjie rushed out of the shadows, picked up the clay sculpture, and shouted to the blood ring: "Everyone gather at my location!"
These investigators who came back from Xinhu had many hidden methods, and internal communications were blocked during abnormal events, but they also had another special communication method that even the General Administration did not know about.
With his free hand, Wan Jie reached into his pocket and wiped his own blood on a small figure with tied hair. Seeing that the villain didn't react at all, Wan Jie took out a long nail and nailed it directly through the villain's head!
At the same time, a scream came from room 1209 of Xiangshengyong Apartment Group. A woman wearing a security uniform fell to the ground. Her messy head was tied with small braids, and the end of each braid was wrapped with a piece of cloth the size of a thumb. baby.
"Curse marriage? What's wrong with you?" The leader of the second security team is a woman with a very good figure. She is very tall, but her whole body is wrapped in black cloth, and not an inch of her skin is exposed.
"Deputy team leader, you're bleeding from the back of your head!" The other three girls from the second security team helped Fu Ma up. When they entered the apartment, they came to the same room in groups of five.
"Something happened to the boss!" As soon as he got up, Ju You went to grab the doll wrapped in his braid: "He asked me to notify other team members immediately and get closer to where he is!"
"We have just entered an abnormal event. In less than an hour, Wanjie is in trouble?" The leader of the second team held Curma's shoulder: "Are you sure there is nothing wrong?"
"It's the highest-level order! The boss's eyes should have seen the real danger. We are in big trouble!" Curse smeared his blood on each of the dolls, and waited until all the dolls showed smiling faces and opened their eyes. After her eyes, she began to talk to the dolls.
"No, my ghost pattern cannot be used. I can only rely on my own spiritual physique to forcefully inform everyone." She cut off her nails and stuffed the blood from her fingertips into the doll's mouth. Her mouth matched the shape of the doll's mouth. Gradually it becomes the same.
Logically speaking, all the security personnel scattered in the apartment building should have received the notification, but Curse Marriage's face was extremely ugly. She spent a lot of strength and vitality, and only received three responses.
"There is really a big problem." Ju Ma's face was as pale as paper: "Based on the calculation of a group of five people, apart from us, there are only fifteen people who can still be contacted."
In the eyes of these security personnel who returned from Xinhu, Wan Jie's words are rules that must be followed. If you want to survive, don't violate Wan Jie's orders. Those security personnel who have not replied may never be able to reply.
"Is this apartment that dangerous?" The members of the second group on the side shuddered.
"The abilities of the ghosts in the building are related to memory. The reason why you think it's nothing is probably because of my ability." The leader of the second group grabbed the black cloth on her arm. She had an excellent figure and outstanding temperament. Her body was wrapped in black cloth. It arouses endless reverie. At this time, she tore off the black cloth on her arm, and even her team members looked there curiously.
Instead of the smooth and white skin they imagined, they only saw horrific scars and wrinkles.
"I can use my lifespan to offset all the negative effects. But I age very quickly here. The whole building is shrouded in some kind of rules. If you don't pay attention, your memories will be stolen and you will lose yourself."
The leader of the second team rewrapped her arms. She entered the kitchen and took out an opened red gift box: "Gifts are secrets deep in our memories. I hope everyone can keep each other secret."
Turning on the lighter, the leader of the second team burned the gift box to ashes, and the minute hand of the clock on the wall also completed a full circle at this moment.
The clocks in all the rooms made strange noises. When the residents in the building looked at the clocks, they found that their own figures slowly appeared on the dial.
(End of chapter)