Chapter 261 Fog

"Fuck!" The fat man yelled, "Why are there so many old scumbags in the dungeon recently? Is the orphanage on holiday?"

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng's expression changed immediately. He looked at the fat man suspiciously. He always felt that this fat man was not as well-behaved as before, and seemed to always have something to say.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng only stared for a few seconds and then looked away. He walked to the table where Xia Meng was and sat down. He first glanced at the cup in front of Xia Meng cunningly, and then poured himself a glass of water.

This house looks wrong. It is better to be careful. The safest way is to follow the footsteps of the predecessors, such as seeing someone drinking water, and then drink it yourself after nothing happens.

Xia Meng just drank a sip of water, and he and the fat man saw it.

As if seeing through Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Xia Meng glanced at him with disdain.

After drinking a mouthful of water and moistening his throat, Jiang Cheng contentedly unzipped his clothes, then deliberately walked around and threw the clue newspaper in front of Xia Meng.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a rhythmic tone: "Let me see what's written inside?"

Before he could open the newspaper, Xia Meng jumped up and pressed the newspaper on the table, "Are you a fool? Open it at this time?"

Although her voice was not loud, it could be heard that she was deliberately suppressing it, otherwise she would be more fierce.

It was also thanks to the good quality of the newspaper. If it was an ordinary newspaper, it would probably be torn directly by Xia Meng's slap.

Jiang Cheng blinked his eyes, with a silly face, obviously waiting for her to continue.

"Is there any explanation for when to open this thing?" The fat man had the same doubts. He pursed his lips, just picked up the teacup and had no time to drink it, but he shivered and spilled it all over himself.

The information he had about nightmares was all told to him by the doctor. He only knew that the clues in the newspaper contained clues to the mission, and they would only be revealed when he entered a nightmare.

After discovering that Jiang Cheng and Fatty didn't seem to be pretending, Xia Meng let out a breath, and finally glared at Jiang Cheng who almost ruined the whole thing, and slowly sat back.

Of course, the newspaper was returned to its original owner.

"The later you open the newspaper, the greater the benefit." She said concisely.

A few seconds later

"That is to say, the clues inside are not fixed. The later you open it, the more clues will be exposed, right?" Fatty seemed to understand something, swallowed his saliva, and continued to ask: "Is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

The fat man who got a positive answer secretly turned his head and looked at the doctor.

After noticing that the fat man was looking at him, Jiang Cheng immediately stiffened his neck and shouted in a rhythmic voice: "I know!"

The rain came quickly and went away quickly. Not long after, the sound of the rain could no longer be heard. This gave Jiang Cheng and his friends a feeling that the rain just wanted to drive them into the wing room.

"Look," the fat man walked to the window and poked his head out, "the rain has stopped."

Xia Meng also walked to the window, and after a while, she said, "Strange, although the rain has stopped, the sky has not changed, it's still so dark."

The fat man turned his head, "Will it rain again in a while?"

"No," Jiang Cheng replied. He walked to the door in the other direction, hid behind the door, and looked out through the gap in the middle of the door. Not long after, he retracted his body and said slowly, "It seems to be almost night."

Although the speed of time in nightmares has always been a mystery, it has only been two hours since they woke up. Only two hours from early morning to night is still a bit too weird.

"Could it be related to the task in this copy?" The fat man asked.

Xia Meng nodded and said, "It's possible."

Although the rain has stopped, a layer of mist has appeared on the lake outside the window. The mist came suddenly. When the fat man found it, it had almost filled the entire lake.

"Doctor, it's foggy," the fat man stared at the doctor who found a few candles and lit them immediately. The room was gradually shrouded in light.

Xia Meng was responsible for checking the doors and windows, making sure they were all closed, and trying not to let the fog blow in.

After all, the fog blowing from the lake was really weird. If they said there was nothing wrong inside, I'm afraid they wouldn't believe it themselves.

Several people huddled at a distance from the window and door, waiting quietly.

Not long after, a vague voice came into the fat man's ears. He only heard a little bit at first, but then, as if he had sensed something, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Just as he turned his head and was about to say something to the doctor beside him, a hand stretched out from his shoulder and suddenly covered his mouth, "I heard it too," a barely audible voice came from his ear.

It was the doctor.

The doctor did not choose to pile the limited candles around him, but dispersed the candles, two behind the door and the other two behind the window, illuminating the position of the door and window.

The only remaining one was held in the doctor's hand, and it seemed that he had no intention of lighting it for the time being.

Even if the three of them were together, he could not see the doctor and Xia Meng's faces clearly, but only had a rough outline, and it was a little scary after looking at it for a long time.

It was a sound of singing opera, humming and humming, coming from the position of the lake, the singing was extremely mournful and very strange.

The fat man searched quickly in his mind, and then frowned. He seemed to have heard a voice that was a little similar to it somewhere.

After a while, his face suddenly turned pale. He remembered that it was the time when the doctor fell asleep after watching a horror movie. The female ghost in that movie sang in this way.

The name of the female ghost was Chu Renmei.

Thinking of the strange female ghost in red standing at the bottom of the lake, the fat man immediately lost his composure, and his body trembled slightly. He didn't believe that there was such a coincidence.

Deep in the ancient house, at night, by the lake, singing, fog, these things, no matter how they are combined, are a complete horror movie.

Try your best to cover your ears with both hands, but it's useless. The sound seems to pierce through your palms and directly into your mind.

Just when the fat man was about to be unable to bear it, the singing gradually faded, and soon, it was completely quiet outside. Jiang Cheng and others did not get up to check immediately, but waited for a while before gradually standing up.

When it was the fat man's turn, his legs were numb and he couldn't even stand up. Moreover, he didn't dare to speak because he hadn't heard Jiang Cheng or Xia Meng speak.

"Do you remember what that woman said?" It was the doctor's voice.

After a pause, Xia Meng's emotionless voice sounded: "The master likes quietness. The house has always been deserted and there are few rooms for people to live in. Please stay in the wing room at night and don't walk around to avoid disturbing everyone."

"This should be the thing that disturbed us." Jiang Cheng said.