Chapter 295 Minions
Qin Jian outside the door seemed to notice something. His original dying voice disappeared. His voice began to become weird, and his voice became shriller and louder. Distorted, "Why don't you open the door?"
"Open the door! Why don't you open the door!!"
In the end, the sharp voice seemed to pierce the eardrum, vicious and twisted, Anger and countless negative emotions are mixed together.
You can already clearly hear the voice of a woman. She is not very old, but she is full of resentment.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of knocking on the door was louder than the previous one, leaving bright red spots one after another on the snow-white door paper. It looks like this weak door won't last long.
But there was no expression of fear on Zuo Jing's face.
Because they have seen through the ghost's conspiracy.
So according to the rules, the ghost cannot break in unless the person inside takes the initiative to open the door for her.
Just like the teacher Liao Zhi who had fainted.
Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing huddled behind the door, saying nothing.
Gradually, the shadow on the door gradually changed, from one to two.
The new shadow that appeared looked much more unreal than the previous one. He was of average height, but his body was unusually wide, twice as wide as an ordinary person. He stood slightly behind the first figure.
It seems that the first figure to appear is Qin Jian, but he is already dead, and only his body is standing outside.
The other figure is the ghost mentioned by You Qi.
The ghost is indeed a woman.
A bold and somewhat penetrating idea appeared in the minds of Chen Qiang and Zuo Jing almost at the same time. The bloated ghost dragged Qin Jian's body ashore, and then stood it in front of the door. He stood behind the corpse, grabbed the corpse's hand, and knocked on the door pretending to be Qin Jian.
Trick them into opening the door.
"He is here to find you?"
Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, the fat man's face felt a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded and said in a hesitant tone: " Maybe. Maybe."
"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man.
He was holding a leaf in his hand. The leaf was very big, bigger than a human palm, and there were some sticky things on it. He touched it, tilted his head and asked, "Could this be... What’s your contact code?”
The fat man didn't know how to explain it to the doctor, but he always felt that the doctor was wrong.
Ten minutes ago, the fat man who was sleeping in a daze was woken up by a knocking sound.
He rubbed his eyes and looked around. In the dim environment, he suddenly found that the doctors and Xia Meng's beds were empty, and there was no one in the room.
The moment he realized they were missing, Fatty immediately woke up.
He tried his best to suppress his fear, shut his mouth tightly, and got out of the bed shivering, preparing to crawl under the bed.
But before I could get in, the scene when I met the doctor for the first time appeared in my mind unknowingly. At that time, there was a ghost crawling out from under the bed.
When they found Xie Yu later, the scene of his death was very touching.
After swallowing, the fat man immediately did not dare to move.
He was worried that as soon as he got in, there would be a waiting ghost waiting for him inside.
The next second, just as Fatty was thinking about what happened and where the doctor and Xia Meng had gone, in the corner of his eye, a hand stretched out from under the bed, and then he quickly covered it before Fatty could react. his mouth.
Then in the fat man's frightened eyes, he saw the doctor and Xia Meng crawling out from under his bed one by one.
It was the doctor who covered his mouth.
"Tuk"
"Tuk."
"Tuk."
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
"Tuk-tuk."
The knocking sound continued, not loud, but in the silence It was very clear at night, and the fat man frowned, and it was very rhythmic, as if something was sending out secret signals.
After being pinched in the face, the fat man reacted and looked in the direction of the doctor's finger, and gasped in fright.
A round, midwinter object was reflected in the window, and there seemed to be a person standing outside.
No, how could it be a human being.
It's more like a ghost.
Then the shadow suddenly disappeared, and there was a brisk running sound outside.
Blinking, Fatty couldn't understand. Did this ghost still think that people like him would run out to chase it in the middle of the night?
After waiting for a long time and nothing happened, Jiang Cheng moved towards the window.
I quickly looked out along the gap. After finding nothing unusual, I carefully pushed the window open a little.
The moment the window opened, something caught in the gap fell down. It seemed like a piece of paper.
After picking it up, I found a large leaf tucked behind the piece of paper.
That’s the piece in Jiang Cheng’s hand at the moment.
The fat man thought for a moment, and then realized that this leaf was the one he had picked during the day. He put it under the steamed bun and gave it to the poor little beggar.
After listening to Fatty's explanation, Xia Meng glanced at him, but didn't say much, obviously dissatisfied with him for having lied to her before.
The fat man was also very wise and did not look at her.
After opening the folded and wrinkled paper, there was a very rough painting on it. In the middle of the painting was something like a small boat, and there were three little people on the boat.
The hands of the two little figures at the front and rear of the boat are moving, as if they are squatting and rowing. The little figure in the middle is more delicate in comparison. He is standing in the middle of the boat, and his status should be higher.
It seems that the person who drew the picture wanted to express the idea of someone riding on the boat.
An arrow extends intermittently from the feet of the little man in the middle, with the word "yellow" written on it.
"Do you want to say that Mr. Huang is taking the boat?" The fat man lowered his voice, frowned and asked, "But why are there people in front and behind, are they...are they all ghosts?"
Xia Meng, who was standing aside, glanced at it for a few times, then gradually came closer, pointed at a location and asked, "What is this?"
The little man marked with the word "yellow" had a ball on his head. The stains are like writing something wrong and then erasing it.
"Yes." The fat man squinted his eyes, "Huh?" He seemed to see something, and suddenly said: "The one that was crossed out also seems to be a yellow character."
"He crossed out a yellow character, and then added Write a yellow word on it." Xia Meng lifted the costume and then lifted it up. He asked, "What does he want to express?"
"Could it be that he is not sure whether it is Master Huang on the boat?" The fat man answered, "This is just a guess."
>As of now, there is no answer to this question yet.
Unless you wait for that little beggar to come again, or take the initiative to catch him, he will be punished.
This painting was obviously painted not long ago, and the ink had not yet completely dried. Jiang Cheng dipped his hand into it and could still see obvious ink spots. (End of this chapter)