Chapter 288 Scary
A sound of footsteps came from far away and came closer. The person who came was walking slowly and seemed to be very confident, but the frivolous footsteps still betrayed him.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
There was a knock on the door, “Is Miss Chen there?” Qin Jian’s voice came from outside the door, and her breath was lingering.
But perhaps due to preconceptions, Fatty felt that this old guy was a little frightened and out of breath.
Without Jiang Cheng opening his mouth, Xia Meng got off the bed.
When he walked behind the door, he had no intention of opening the door. He just answered in a lukewarm voice: "What's the matter with Mr. Qin?"
"It's nothing." Qin Jane licked her lips and said in her usual calm tone: "We just The discussion yielded some clues, and I would like to come and discuss it with you, Miss Chen, and let’s see what happens next.”
The fat man sneered in his heart, Qin Jian, an old fox, has as much evil in his belly as a doctor, he is obviously afraid of death, so he wants to come Looking at the painting, it turned out to be the same as the savior.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your kindness." Xia Meng interrupted without politeness, and her attitude was very different from before, "I'm tired, and I need to rest. Let's talk about it when I have time."
No matter what Qin Jian said next, Xia Meng didn't reply.
After a stalemate for a period of time, Qin Jian left with a gloomy face.
After all, he didn’t dare to really break in without any evidence.
On the way back, Qin Jian frowned. He was already sure that the people in this room must be plotting something, otherwise why would Chen Xiaomeng not let him in.
You know, she took the initiative to invite herself just now.
What is she worried about?
And Qin Jian's slack fingers suddenly tightened. What Chen Xiaomeng just said was that I was tired.
Why aren’t we tired?
Also, that fat man and Hao Shuai, why don’t they talk?
Could it be
Are they not here?
A strange emotion flashed across his eyes, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
He immediately quickened his pace. He could not wait any longer. He must find a way to verify the authenticity of what they said. At least, he must see the painting!
"Mr. Qin." Sitting there, An Xuan looked calm and calm. There was a pot of unnamed flowers in front of him. It must be that its flowering period was about to end, and it was already withering like it was dying.
stroking the leaves, he smiled, raised his eyes and asked: "You don't really believe what they say, do you?"
Qin Jian narrowed his eyes, his expression as usual: "Mr. An is too worried."
You Qi also sat up from the bed when he heard the two talking.
The paintings hanging in their room have disappeared, otherwise he would never dare to be so leisurely facing his bed.
"It seems that the painting is the problem." Youqi's voice sounded different from before, with a sense of formality: "After that painting appeared here, Tang" He paused , glanced at An Xuan, and after finding nothing unusual, continued: "Something happened to that girl. Now that the painting has been moved to their room, it seems that they will be the next to have an accident."
"That's it. I don’t know who it is," Youqi said regretfully.
In the mission, using human life to try and make mistakes is the most helpless, but it is also the most effective way.
As long as the ghost takes action, it will definitely leave clues.
The ghost’s killing methods, appearance, clothing, and even movements and behavioral habits. These will help the survivors to complete the plot and find a way out.
Take the death of Tang Shirou as an example. They have deduced that Mr. Huang was once married, and that the woman was dead, and the body was probably sunk in the lake.
But Qin Jian's mind was not here at the moment. He was pretending to be calm while dealing with An Xuan and You Qi, while silently reciting those few words in his heart.
The drums are ringing at the third watch, the boat is sailing on the lake, and the funeral is carried out at night, and the salary is in the silver frost.
What exactly does it mean?
"Doctor." The fat man suppressed his excitement and whispered, "You are really good. That old fox Qin Jian took the bait!"
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows.
"Ha." Xia Meng, who had just cooperated with Jiang Cheng, was obviously unhappy. She stared at the two of them and sneered: "I advise you not to be too happy too early. What will happen in the end? Unknown.”
Just as the fat man was about to say a few words, the middle-aged woman came, with the same dead face, and mechanically conveyed to them some rules about swimming in the lake at night.
Then before leaving, as usual, I informed them that the afternoon was free time and they could walk around the house as they pleased, but there were some special places that they were not advised to go to.
The reason is that they are worried about being frightened.
As for what kind of fright, the middle-aged woman did not say, and the people in Jiangcheng also tacitly agreed not to ask.
After the woman left, Jiang Cheng slowly stood up, first closed the door, then did some very silly stretching exercises, and then quickly ran to the bookshelf in the room.
The bookshelf is as tall as a person, and the materials are very solid. If you knock it with your hands a few times, it will make a muffled sound.
Jiang Cheng stretched out his hands, and then clasped both ends of the bookshelf, apparently intending to remove the bookshelf.
"Doctor." The fat man ran over, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Jiang Cheng didn't let the fat man take over, but stretched his neck and muttered to Xia Meng, who was watching coldly. "Mengmeng," he said very emotionally, "come and help me!"
Xia Meng glanced at him, then looked at the painting hanging on the wall, turned away, and didn't even Ignore him.
Jiang Cheng was not discouraged. He hummed and moved the particularly heavy bookshelf in front of the painting, completely blocking it.
Then I simply arranged it to make everything in the room look harmonious.
"Doctor." The fat man stared at the bookshelf that had completely integrated with the environment and asked, "What are you"
"Is this painting scary?" Jiang Cheng asked breathlessly .
The fat man subconsciously replied: "Terrible."
"Then the painting suddenly disappeared again?" Jiang Cheng asked with squinted eyes.
Xia Meng couldn't stand it anymore, opened the door and left first.
A moment later, a sneaky figure walked quickly from the gravel road aside, looking around as he walked, seemingly afraid of being seen.
Then he dodged and slipped into the private room of the three people in Jiangcheng.
After entering the house, Qin Jian immediately closed the door.
In the bushes not far away, there was a pair of blinking eyes hiding, "Doctor." The fat man looked away and whispered: "Qin Jian is here."
"It's the same as you said." The fat man continued. : "If the old guy doesn't come and see with his own eyes, he won't be at ease."
Half an hour ago, everyone gathered together and discussed using the afternoon to go around and see if they could find anything. clue.
Qin Jian had been quietly following the people in Jiangcheng until they had gone far away before sneaking back and preparing to enter their room to take a look at the painting.
Especially the words on the painting. (End of chapter)