Chapter 952 Bed
"Move the bed..." Mu Wanming's expression became a little worse, as if she was still afraid.
"It's not necessary." Another voice sounded. Bai Xiaojie looked a little impatient, her eyes looking around the room from time to time. It was obvious that she didn't want to stay in this room for a minute, "Since she's fine , I think we should take the time to go back and rest, and wait until dawn to discuss anything."
"Miss Bai is right," Jiang Zhao comforted Mu Wanming, then stood up and planned to leave.
Jiang Cheng also knew that staying here at this moment was not a good choice, but he needed to verify one thing more.
He suspected that the real Mu Wanming was dead and his body was hidden under the bed, and that the current Mu Wanming was a ghost in disguise. Once she was fooled, something might happen.
According to his understanding of the rules, if the ghost's disguise is revealed on the spot, nothing will usually happen.
Mu Wanming's evasive eyes deepened his suspicion.
Miao Qing also said in a comforting tone: "Miss Mu, don't be afraid. Since we are all together, it is fate. We don't want to see you in danger, so we still allow us to check."
Liu Hui walked over in time and helped Mu Wanming out of bed, "Miss Mu, why are you sweating so much? Put on the quilt quickly."
Liu Hui's series of actions were very natural, but looking at Jiang Cheng's eyes, he couldn't help but think more of her. This girl was very smart. She must have guessed Jiang Cheng's intentions, and she dared to take the initiative to help a person who was most likely a ghost. Bed, this courage alone is beyond ordinary people.
Without Mu Wanming's obstruction, Miao Qing and Jiang Cheng walked up. There was a wooden board underneath the bed. Even if they were lying on the ground, they couldn't see if there was anything hidden under the bed.
Including Miao Qing, there were exactly four of them. Each of them grabbed a corner of the bed and used all their strength. "It's so heavy!" Huai Yi was a little surprised. This bed didn't look that heavy, but Jiang Cheng and Huai Yi knows the power of Fatty.
"What's going on?" The fat man blinked in confusion. The four of them worked together, and the bed only trembled slightly.
Reminiscent of the iron chair in his room, Jiang Cheng squatted down and knocked on the bed board. The sound was almost as expected. This bed was indeed made of wood, not iron.
The fat man also followed Jiang Cheng's example and squatted down. He found a gap between the bed boards and looked through the gap. It was very dark inside. He thought about it and took out his cell phone to turn on the flashlight and shine it inside.
“Fat man.” Jiang Cheng said suddenly.
The fat man just took out his cell phone and heard the doctor calling him. He paused in his movements and raised his head in confusion.
Just now, Jiang Cheng suddenly made a bolder guess, and this guess made his back feel cold. This bed didn't feel heavy to him, but that there was another force working with them. Pull.
Could it be that... the Mu Wanming in front of them is real, and at this moment the ghost is hiding under the bed, holding on to the bed board with his hands to prevent them from moving away? !
The moment this image flashed through his mind, Jiang Cheng's breath stopped.
If this is the case, things will become completely different. The moment they move the bed, they will be attacked by ghosts!
"I said you are done, don't you remember what the housekeeper said?" Ouyang Huanbin said dissatisfied: "He asked us to stay in our rooms as much as possible at night."
" You're right." Jiang Cheng said calmly, "It's too late, let's go back. "
Miao Qing seemed to have thought of something. His expression suddenly changed, but he quickly recovered. While pretending to move away from the bed casually, he echoed: "It is indeed too late. If I stay any longer, I’m worried that it will be dangerous to go back.”
After a few simple words of comfort to Mu Wanming, everyone left and quickly returned to their rooms.
After checking the door and window, Jiang Cheng sat back on his quilt again. His heart was beating very fast at this moment. He was at least 70% sure that there was a ghost hiding under Mu Wanming's bed. !
As for the verification method, it is also very simple. The answer will be revealed early tomorrow morning.
Took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fatty and Huaiyi, reminding them to pay attention to the doors and windows. Don’t save on the lighting equipment in the room. Turn it on when you can. Keep your mobile phone at hand. According to the information provided by Mu Wanming Judging, that ghost seems to have the property of avoiding light.
After receiving the reply from Fatty Huaiyi, Jiang Cheng put away his mobile phone, lay on the quilt with his arms as pillow, and looked at the ceiling.
Mu Wanming's slightly mean face appeared in his mind, but at this moment he didn't have much disgust. After all, for Mu Wanming, the sky might not light up again.
The situation of Miao Qing's group was similar to that of Jiang Cheng and others. Liu Hui was also aware of this problem, so she was not too surprised after receiving the message from Miao Qing, but Bai Xiaojie was quite frightened.
Except for the sound of the wind outside the window at night, the building was very quiet. Everyone felt as if they were the only living person living in this building.
Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng shivered before sitting up and looking out through the window. It was already dawn.
He couldn't remember what time he fell asleep.
After walking behind the door, he listened to the movement outside for a while, and then opened the door. Miao Qing and the other three were already standing on the side of the corridor, gathering together and discussing quietly.
After receiving the news from Jiang Cheng, Huaiyi and Fatty also walked out one after another. Fatty also deliberately observed behind the door for a while. Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with Fatty's performance this time.
Even if I am gone one day, I hope he can live well.
When Jiang Zhao and Ouyang Huanbin appeared, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Only Mu Wanming did not appear. "I sent her messages and called her, but she didn't respond." Jiang Zhao said. I was holding my cell phone, feeling a little nervous.
They came to the door of Mu Wanming's room. Ouyang Huanbin called a few times, but there was no sound at all. In desperation, Ouyang Huanbin pushed the door. The next second, the door opened. .
"Creak-"
The friction sound made one's teeth ache. When they came yesterday, it was not like this. It seemed that the door shaft had aged out of shape overnight.
There was no bloody scene as imagined in the room. Mu Wanming was lying on her side on the bed, sleeping very peacefully, but everyone knew at this moment that she was dead.
"Wan Ming." Jiang Zhao called softly, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and his voice began to tremble uncontrollably.
He staggered forward, acting like an ordinary old man. He reached out to touch Mu Wanming's body covered under the quilt, but in the next second, his expression changed drastically.
Slowly lifting the quilt, there were two old and yellowed pillows under the quilt, as well as some tattered rags with no visible color. Mu Wanming's body disappeared, leaving only a closed head. He closed his eyes and laid them horizontally on the pillow. (End of this chapter)