Chapter 13 Slippers

"People?" Chen Xiaomeng's eyes widened.

"That's right," Sister Nuan unconsciously tightened her collar with her hands, and said with lingering fear: "Sometimes they are more terrifying than ghosts."

The fire in the fireplace was burning very vigorously, and the flames illuminated half of the living room.

Fan Li, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, had a gloomy face and added a few firewood from time to time.

He knew why Sister Nuan insisted on driving him out.

The ghosts in this villa were killed by two men, so the ghosts' revenge targets were also men.

The middle-aged man and Xie Yu who had died tragically were examples.

Thinking of this, Fan Li grabbed two more firewood with his thick palms and threw them into the fireplace.

The fire was even more prosperous.

It seemed that only in this way could he dispel the chill in his heart.

Judging from the current situation, the course of events has been roughly clear. In other words, the mission is about to end, but the closer it gets to this time, the more crazy the ghosts will become.

Something will definitely happen tonight.

The only question is who will die.

It was precisely because he had thought this through that he rejected Fatty's plan to sleep together.

The probability of him encountering a ghost alone was one-third, but if he was with the two of them, it would be one hundred percent.

And the fate of being targeted by a ghost quickly surged in his eyes. Ghosts only rarely kill multiple people at a time, but it is not impossible.

Besides, he has his own plans.

He is sure that if he stays here, he can survive until tomorrow morning.

His sight gradually shifted to the fireplace.

According to the existing evidence, the ghost was probably drowned before his death, and there was a blazing flame in front of him.

In the study, Fatty squatted in the dark, not daring to breathe.

Until he couldn't help it, stretched his neck, got close to where Jiang Cheng was sitting, and asked in a very soft voice: "You said we are hiding here, the ghost won't know it?"

"I don't know."

Fatty was slightly relieved, "That's good."

"I said I don't know," Jiang Cheng leaned forward and said word by word.

After spending a long time with Jiang Cheng, Fatty's psychological endurance has become much stronger. This time, he only trembled for less than 5 seconds, and then he could communicate like a normal person again.

"Honestly, brother," Fatty stared at Jiang Cheng and swallowed his saliva, "I think you are not an ordinary person. I was scared when the ghost came out yesterday, and you can still remember what shoes she was wearing."

"You are definitely not a model, you are a policeman, right?"

The more Fatty talked, the more he felt that his guess was reliable, and his face became excited.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Do you think you can survive if I am a policeman, or if I take out my police officer ID, the ghost will not kill us?"

The hope that Fatty had just ignited was extinguished again. He said in a rather self-destructive way: "So we are dead, right?"

Jiang Cheng was about to speak, but Fatty waved his hand to interrupt him, and said with a bitter face: "I guess you are going to say that it was only me who died, not us, right?"

Jiang Cheng shut up angrily.

After a while, Jiang Cheng said again: "But Fatty, you don't have to be so pessimistic, maybe there will be a turn for the better."

Just when Fatty raised his head and wanted to continue to say something, Jiang Cheng suddenly made a silent gesture to him, and Fatty immediately shut up.

1 minute

2 minutes

5 minutes

Until about 10 minutes passed, Fatty still didn't hear anything, and nothing appeared in the room.

He was highly nervous and his ears stood up.

Jiang Cheng stood up from the chair and glanced quickly in the direction of the desk. Fatty heard him mutter something like why there was no movement.

"Brother," Fatty's voice changed in shock, "You are not waiting for ghosts here, are you?"

"Don't talk," Jiang Cheng frowned and walked towards the door, "Wait here, I'll go out and see."

Fatty trotted up, "No, let's go together."

Jiang Cheng and Fatty came to the corridor, the lights above their heads were still on, emitting a half-dead light.

Jiang Cheng did not hesitate, and went directly to the door of the master bedroom and knocked gently.

A few seconds later, a vigilant female voice sounded, "Who?"

"It's me," Jiang Cheng replied, "Hao Shuai."

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Cheng said seriously: "I think Fan Li has been in trouble."

Hearing this, the door opened a little, but only a crack, and Sister Nuan, who was speaking, only showed half of her eyes, "How did you know?"

Jiang Cheng quickly glanced at the end of the corridor next to the stairs, turned back, and quickly said: "Go in and talk, it's not safe here."

Sister Nuan looked at Jiang Cheng and Fatty through the crack of the door again, and finally nodded, "Okay."

The door opened.

Sister Nuan was standing behind the door.

They didn't dare to turn on the lights, and the room was dark.

After hearing Jiang Cheng say that Fan Li was in trouble, Fatty's expression suddenly became nervous. He didn't know how Jiang Cheng came to this conclusion, but strangely chose to believe him.

Jiang Cheng went in first, and Fatty followed behind him.

But just as he was about to step into the door, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly paused. He stopped at the door, which caused the fat man who followed closely to bump into him.

Before the fat man asked what happened, Jiang Cheng quickly retreated to the corridor.

At the same time, he pressed the fat man's shoulder and pulled him back.

Sister Nuan had already made way for them to enter the door, "Come in quickly, what are you dawdling about!" Sister Nuan urged.

From time to time, she looked anxiously at the other side of the corridor, as if something would soon appear there.

"I forgot something very important in the room," Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "I'll go back and get it."

After saying that, without waiting for Sister Nuan to respond, he put one hand on the fat man's shoulder, and then the two turned around and walked quickly to the other side of the corridor.

The fat man didn't expect that Jiang Cheng looked so thin, but he was so strong that he was almost led by Jiang Cheng.

His whole brain was in a blank state.

But at this moment he wisely didn't express any opinions until they came to the corner of the corridor and the stairs, and Jiang Cheng pulled him and hid quickly inside.

"What did you find?" The fat man asked panting.

He saw a few cold sweat dripping on Jiang Cheng's side face.

Jiang Cheng motioned him not to speak first, and then moved closer to the wall of the corridor, as if listening to something. After a few minutes, his face returned to normal.

"That Sister Nuan is not right," Jiang Cheng said in a low voice.

The fat on the fat man's face trembled, "What's wrong?"

"She was wearing a pair of slippers."

"Slippers?"

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng nodded, "I found it by accident when I walked in."

He continued, "We all know how dangerous this villa is. She may face the pursuit of evil spirits at any time. How could she take off her shoes and put on a pair of slippers that are inconvenient to move?"