Chapter 312 Night Watch

"Ahem." Xia Meng swallowed the blood in her throat, stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, and said viciously: "You will definitely regret it."

"The bed is there." Jiang Cheng reached out and pointed at the bed where Xia Meng slept, and the threat was self-evident.

Xia Meng immediately shut up, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and said: "No more, just the two of them."

"Who are they?"

Xia Meng looked at Jiang Cheng, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words from her teeth: "Night watchmen." She said fiercely: "They are night watchmen."

These three words seem to represent special meanings. Jiang Cheng keenly discovered that when Xia Meng mentioned these three words, something subconsciously appeared in her eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng asked: "Are they here for Shenhong?"

"Yes. "

Nodding, Jiang Cheng's previous guess was correct. Since the middle-aged man said that Crimson was so terrible and so brutal, the players in the nightmare would inevitably organize a force to compete with it in order to survive.

It seems that the Night Watch is one of them.

"Are you also members of the Night Watch?" Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Meng and asked.

"No."

"You'd better be smart." Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "Otherwise you know the consequences.

Xia Meng was very angry, but there was nothing she could do. She had decided to go out and settle accounts with him, "I said, no, believe it or not."

"What was the original intention of the Night Watch?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask: "It wouldn't be just to fight against Crimson."

The name of the Night Watch sounds very decent. Literally, it means a kind of people who protect the peace of the night for people, which is closer to the existence of a guardian.

As if she had seen Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Xia Meng swallowed her saliva and nodded, "You are right. The original intention of the Night Watch is to target nightmares. They will try their best to keep people caught in nightmares alive, and the same is true for the encirclement of Crimson." She looked at Jiang Cheng with a guilty look, "The brutality of Crimson is beyond your imagination. You should be glad that you didn't fall into their hands."

Jiang Cheng ignored her completely. He only cared about the questions he wanted to know, so he squinted and sneered, "Why don't I see that the Night Watch is as beneficial to the country and the people as you said."

Xia Meng was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that he was talking about the matter of Tang Shirou.

"I don't know why An Xuan did this." Xia Meng explained, "But he must have his reasons. Maybe I said maybe, there was something wrong with the intelligence he received."

Jiang Cheng frowned, "Maybe? Don't you share your intelligence?"

"Of course not." Xia Meng replied, "I have already said that I am not a member of the Night Watch. I just have some exchanges with them based on cooperation. We are not affiliated.

"There is no need to tell them my intelligence. Similarly, they don't need to tell me. "But they know we are together," Jiang Cheng leaned forward, staring at her and said, "Don't they? And you also told them the information in the clue newspaper." "This is all to fight against Crimson." Xia Meng said very naturally, "This is the best choice." There were footsteps outside the door, not clear, but barely audible, from far to near. After a while, the fat man poked his head in and said, "Doctor, hurry up, someone is coming!" Turning his head, Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look at the door and said, "I'm done." The fat man saw Xia Meng lying on the ground in a very embarrassed state, muttered that it was really fast, and turned around and closed the door. After hearing someone talking outside, Jiang Cheng immediately changed his face, squatted down to help Xia Meng get up, and helped her pat the dust on her buttocks and said, "Miss Xia." He smiled and nodded, "It's just a joke, you are scared. "

Xia Meng had already decided in her heart that he was sick and mentally ill, and his emotions were extremely uncontrollable. At least before leaving, she didn't want to have any conflicts with him again.

"Squeak--"

The door opened.

The fat man walked in first, followed by An Xuan and a few others. When they saw Jiang Cheng supporting Xia Meng, who was half leaning on Jiang Cheng because she had not yet recovered from the previous panic, everyone's sight paused for a moment.

After noticing the change in everyone's sight, Jiang Cheng immediately frowned and said to the fat man with some complaints: "Why didn't you tell us in advance that someone was coming."

The fat man understood and explained: "Who knew you would take so long this time! "

Xia Meng shuddered and almost fell to the ground again. Then she gritted her teeth and pushed Jiang Cheng away. After such a long rest, her body had recovered a lot.

Several subtle gazes lingered on the two of them, especially Jiang Cheng, who subconsciously adjusted his collar and belt.

The next second, Youqi's throat rolled violently.

"You all came to visit suddenly. Is there something wrong?" Jiang Cheng said with red cheeks and panting.

An Xuan's eyes stayed on him for two seconds, and then said: "The painting has changed again. I want to invite you to go and see it together."

It was not until they stood in front of the painting that everyone realized how big the change was this time, or how specific it was.

Almost all the women in the painting turned around. In addition to the attic before, there was a blood-red full moon behind them, and the circle on the attic also revealed its true form.

It was indeed a drum.

It was exactly the same as what they saw in the attic.

"Mr. Hao." An Xuan suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng, pointed at a certain place in the painting with his eyes, and then said: "Do you see anything unusual about this drum?"

This drum is painted very realistically, almost like it was taken with a camera, and every detail is almost perfectly restored.

The texture of the drum surface and the mottled feeling on the drum body are hard to imagine. This is the feeling that a painting can present. The most important thing is that it is very vivid!

It's like the soul is imprinted in it.

The woman in the painting is smiling and talking on most of her face, and her bright eyes are almost soul-stirring. After looking at it for a long time, the woman in the painting seems to be able to dance out of the painting, stepping on the moving melody.

There is a light-colored tattoo on the back a little bit below the exposed neck.

The reason why it is called a tattoo is also their preconceived view. It may also be a birthmark, or some other special mark.

But none of this is important. The important thing is that there is also a mark on the back of the woman in the painting a little bit away from the edge of the drum, which is exactly the same as the mark on the back of the woman in the painting.

After noticing this, everyone present fell silent.

In fact, as early as in the attic, Jiang Cheng had roughly guessed the origin of this drum.

Human skin drum.

The drumhead of this drum is wrapped in human skin, obviously, it is the poor woman in the painting, which also explains why everyone killed by the ghost was skinned in the end.

This is the ghost's revenge.

"Ajie drum." Chen Qiang stared at the painting and said in a low voice.