Chapter 58 Mockery

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's face suddenly became unnatural. He was shy and his eyes were erratic, as if he was trying to hide something.

After a while

"Hao Shuai," Zhen Jianren sneered, "Everyone is waiting for you!"

"You didn't go because you were afraid of danger," Zhou Taifu stared at Jiang Cheng. The latter's shy look made him feel that his guess was more likely. His voice became louder and even a little harsh, "But you promised us!!"

At this time, Yu Wen also spoke. She stared at Jiang Cheng and said slowly: "Both of our groups have completed the task as agreed. Mr. Hao, you should also abide by it."

Jiang Cheng's entanglement seemed to have finally come to an end. He gritted his teeth and said: "I, Hao Shuai, am a man. I will not change my name or surname. I will not shirk my promise to you, but..."

He tilted his head to look at Zhen Jianren, and his expression inadvertently revealed a trace of pity.

"Ah--!" He sighed, then retracted his gaze and shook his head slowly.

Slowly, his eyes also turned red.

Everyone was confused.

The most confused one was Zhen Jianren, after all, Jiang Cheng looked at him for the last time.

He suddenly thought of the ominous premonition before he came.

Could it be here?

"Why do you see me sighing?" Zhen Jianren began to feel uneasy.

Unexpectedly, the fat man also came over at this time. He first patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder to comfort him.

Then he slowly looked at Zhen Jianren's position, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Guardian brother," the fat man said in a sad tone, "Originally, we didn't plan to tell you about this, but since you asked, we won't hide it."

"You" the fat man bit his lip, "You should be mentally prepared first."

Zhen Jianren's uneasiness was magnified again, but at least he maintained his calmness on the surface.

He didn't know the meaning of the fat man's words.

He also didn't trust Jiang Cheng and the fat man from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you want to say?" Zhen Jianren frowned and said fiercely: "If you have something to say, just say it. I won't buy it."

Just when the fat man was excited to tell Jiang Cheng everything he said before, a hand reached out and blocked the fat man's mouth.

"Let me tell you," Jiang Cheng's face improved slightly, but his tone was still sad.

Zhang Yinyin stared at Jiang Cheng in confusion, as if trying to see what was under this face.

"After breakfast, we came to the equipment center. The door was open at that time, and the yard was empty. The old man was not there, and there was no one else."

"So we sneaked in quietly, trying to find some clues while no one was there."

"But we searched many rooms back and forth, and there were either damaged tables and chairs, or basketballs and volleyballs, until" Jiang Cheng paused, looked around vigilantly, and his voice suddenly became low, "until we found that room."

The fat man immediately trembled in cooperation, and the whole table began to shake with it.

With the story told by Yu Wen and Zhen Jianren as a prelude, the atmosphere became even more weird.

"What room?" Zhen Jianren asked in a low voice.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand, indicating not to interrupt him. He hesitated and said, "The location of that room is extremely secret. We found it by accident."

His eyes were empty, as if he was reminiscing. "In fact, we can also say that we found it by feeling. When we walked near that room, we would suddenly feel palpitations. Fatty and I both felt it."

Fatty trembled even more when he heard it. "Yes, he was right. The feeling was very strange at that time, as if the heart was lifted up," he said while touching the position of his heart, his expression very serious.

"We came to that room after many twists and turns. There were two chain locks on the door of the room, which looked very old."

Yu Wen heard this and asked, "Is it the kind of very thick iron chain? The kind that is locked one by one?"

Jiang Cheng nodded at her, "Yes, I think it should be the kind you said."

Yu Wen's face changed, and she didn't say anything else.

She suddenly recalled the experience Feng Lan had described - the two iron chains that locked the door of Building C.

Could there be some connection between them?

Jiang Cheng continued.

"As we got closer, the feeling of panic became more and more obvious. We gradually lightened our steps and dared not make any noise."

Jiang Cheng's description was very specific, giving everyone an immersive illusion.

"At this time, we heard an indescribable sound coming from inside."

"Huh?" Zhou Taifu looked up and said in surprise: "Is there a man and a woman inside?"

"No," Jiang Cheng explained, "There was only one woman inside, I saw through the crack in the door."

"Or it would be more appropriate to say that it was a female student," Jiang Cheng continued, "She was wearing a school uniform, but it was very worn, and the style was different from the current one."

"Hair on both sides was loose, and she was hunched over, with an indescribable weird posture."

"We didn't dare to get close, so we could only hide behind the door and peek from afar."

"After a while, when the girl left with a completely different pace from ordinary people, we found that the reason she lowered her head was to paint a picture."

"Painting?" Zhen Jianren frowned.

"More precisely, it's a portrait," Jiang Cheng lowered his voice, turned to look at Zhen Jianren, his eyes gradually changed, "It's a person in the painting."

"Who?"

"You should ask who it is?" Jiang Cheng corrected.

Zhen Jianren blinked. He didn't understand what Jiang Cheng meant, but in order to know the result, he still asked reluctantly, "Who is it?"

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, "It's you."

Like a heavy bomb suddenly exploded, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhen Jianren's face.

There was surprise, confusion, doubt, and even a trace of gloating.

The extremely rich expressions were superimposed on each face, even blurring the sense of hierarchy between each other.

But no matter what, it couldn't cover up the deepest fear.

At this moment, only fear is the purest!

In a remote and dim room, the ghost is drawing a portrait for people one by one

It's chilling to think about it.

"Could it be" Zhou Taifu trembled his lips and looked at Zhen Jianren, "The ghost's next target is him? Everyone who is painted will die."

Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin did not express their opinions, but chose to watch coldly.

Zhen Jianren pursed his lips, his face was pale, he stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, and after a moment

He suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of laughter that couldn't be held back after extreme control.

It started out dull, but as the laughter grew louder, it became more exaggerated, and even piercing.

His eyes were full of mockery.

At this time, Yu Wen and Zhang Yinyin also realized the problem, and their eyes gradually turned cold when they looked at Jiang Cheng.

The fat man's heart skipped a beat.

Oops

It's exposed

Just when the fat man was panicking, Jiang Cheng raised his right hand slowly and said in a slow but firm tone -

"That ghost's right hand is twice as big as mine."

The laughter stopped abruptly.