Chapter 712 Great Intelligence

The few people didn't communicate much. Yuan Xiaoyi said that after finding the eyeball, leave as soon as possible, otherwise Meng Yumian will appear.

But they didn't expect that just after they left the equipment room, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the room, and the wind made the corner of the wallpaper rustle.

Revealing a gray face in the mirror behind.

After Jiang Cheng and the others came out, they separated according to the original plan. Jiang Cheng walked alone in the rain. He never thought that he could avoid Meng Yumian.

If he could contact Meng Yumian as soon as possible, he might find a way to survive from her. In that case, he could end the mission in advance, and the chances of Fatty Huaiyi and others surviving would be greater.

Jiang Cheng always had doubts about Gao Yan's guess. It was somewhat arbitrary to simply judge life and death by choosing the left or right eye.

This didn't seem like the style of a nightmare mission.

While thinking, Jiang Cheng walked towards the grove. He would not stand still in one place. He had to move. In his opinion, the playground was the best position, which was conducive to observation.

He was not the only one who thought so. There was another person who had a similar idea.

Wang Qi.

The place he chose was the bell tower.

It was a commanding height, overlooking the entire playground, but at the same time, it was also what military strategists called a dead end. Once he was targeted, he had no chance of escape.

So he, like himself, was not prepared to escape.

He did not regard himself as prey.

He was a hunter.

The rain blocked his sight, and even Jiang Cheng did not notice that there was an inconspicuous crooked tree about 10 meters away on his left.

And behind the tree, there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

Waiting for Jiang Cheng's back to disappear behind the rain, the figure behind the tree jumped out impatiently, and then quickly ran towards the direction of the equipment room.

The equipment room was divided into two floors, with stairs inside and outside. Gao Yan quickly came to the second floor along the outside stairs.

The door on the second floor was a very old wooden door with pits and bumps on it. The door hinge was soaked by rain and was in a mess. It took Gao Yan little effort to open it.

A musty smell hit him.

Gao Yan didn't care about that. In his opinion, there was no safer place than the equipment room.

This is called darkness under the lamp. Meng Yumian was locked in here at the time. She certainly didn't expect that someone would dare to hide here.

After a simple inspection, he found an inconspicuous corner. Gao Yan lifted a piece of plastic cloth and found that there was an iron rack underneath. It was empty and the space was relatively spacious.

He couldn't help but be delighted. He immediately squatted down and got in.

Hey, the size is just right.

It's like it was tailor-made for him.

Then, he immediately put down the rolled plastic cloth outside and spread it all the way to the ground, so that he was completely sealed.

After thinking about it, he quietly dug a very small hole in the plastic cloth, through which he could observe the outside.

Now it's foolproof

After settling himself, Gao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but think about a question, where would the red-clothed female ghost Meng Yumian appear first.

The grove was where she met her death. According to his experience, ghosts were most likely to appear at the place of death, and her obsession might be hidden there.

I just don't know which unlucky person would choose to hide there, and I'm afraid he would be the first to be found.

"Zila--"

Just when Gao Yan was worrying about others, a slight sound suddenly came to his ears, as if a piece of paper was torn.

"Zila--"

"Zila--"

At first Gao Yan thought it was the wind, but soon, he didn't think so, because this sound had a very special rhythm.

He couldn't describe it, it was like something was desperately squeezing out, and then there were a lot of papers stuck on it, and the sound of the papers being torn apart.

"Dong."

The floor trembled slightly.

"Dong."

Soon after, there was a second sound.

This time Gao Yan heard it clearly, it was the sound of a foot landing, very heavy, as if wearing a pair of heavy boots.

The sound came from downstairs.

Right under his feet!

Putting these together, Gao Yan's face suddenly turned pale, and such a scene could not stop emerging in his mind.

A female ghost in red struggled to get out of the mirror. Because there was a layer of paper on the mirror, she tore the paper into pieces during the struggle.

Then she took one step first, and then the other.

As if responding to Gao Yan's guess, the thing downstairs began to move.

"Boom."

"Boom."

It was twice as loud as the sound just now. Gao Yan could imagine that it should be the female ghost jumping.

She didn't walk, but was jumping forward like a zombie in the movie!

Damn, Gao Yan's mouth twitched, and he felt cold behind his head. Who would have thought that this ghost actually came out of the mirror in the equipment room!

Gao Yan recalled his cleverness not long ago, stretched out his hand, and wanted to slap himself in the face with his backhand.

But he didn't, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare. He was worried that he would make a sound and be discovered by the female ghost.

Holding his breath, Gao Yan retracted his feet, lowered his head, held his knees with both hands, and huddled into a small ball.

If possible, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"You can't see me, you can't see me, I'm hiding in a very hidden place, she can't find me, she can't find me." Gao Yan worshipped all the gods and Buddhas whose names he could remember in his heart, and he had never felt so humble.

But it seemed to be really useful.

With the sound of a door opening, the "dong dong" beating sound gradually faded away, as if it went towards the playground, and finally disappeared in the rain.

"Huh——" Gao Yan let out a long breath, and he slowly moved his legs, preparing to get up and change places.

After all, this is the birthplace of ghosts, who knows if there will be any moths. When he thought of the mirror downstairs, his calves cramped.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long." He slowly changed his posture, but just when he stretched out his hand and wanted to lift the plastic sheet in front of him, as if he had a feeling in his heart, he decided to be safer.

So he slowly moved his face up and looked outside through the small hole he had dug before.

It was dark outside, and everything was left with only a dark black outline. When his eyes swept to the right, Gao Yan couldn't help but frowned.

When he came in, he had a brief look nearby. If I remember correctly, there were some waste equipment, tables and chairs, etc., which were placed very flat, and there was nothing too high.

But at this moment, there was a large vase standing on the equipment.

As a flash of lightning flashed by, bringing a moment of light to the dark room, Gao Yan's pupils slowly expanded, and the next second, they suddenly shrank into a slit.

That was not a vase at all, but two pale legs put together, with water dripping down along the broken corners of the bright red skirt.

There was a person standing on the old table.