Chapter 713 Fault

It's Meng Yumian!

Gao Yan never thought that he would be the first to win the prize.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The shadow rushed towards him at a very fast speed, and finally stood in front of him, with only a layer of opaque plastic cloth between them.

Through the small hole, the outside world was pitch black.

The legs blocked the small hole.

"Tick."

"Tick."

There was a constant sound of water dripping, and each drop was like a needle, piercing deep into Gao Yan's mind.

His heartbeat accelerated, cold sweat flowed along the corners of his eyes, and all he could do was close his mouth and dare not make a sound.

"Sizzle——"

Gao Yan watched as the plastic cloth between the two was slowly pulled up.

A pair of blood-stained dancing shoes appeared in his field of vision. As the plastic cloth continued to be pulled up, he also saw half of the pale calf.

There was no blood on the leg, and there were several scars, as if they were scratched during the struggle. At this moment, the skin and flesh were turned outward, revealing the pale flesh inside.

It felt like zombie meat that had been drained of blood and then stuffed into a cold storage and frozen for many years.

The plastic sheet stopped when it was about to reach the knee.

Gao Yan was trembling. He didn't dare to look up at all. He only looked with his peripheral vision, because he was afraid that he would bump into a terrifying face if he looked up.

After a rustling sound, two hands stretched in along the gap. The hands were purple and clenched into fists, with the palms facing down and the backs of the hands facing up. It seemed that they were holding something in the palms.

This scene really scared Gao Yan. Normal people can't do the same action without bending over.

It seems that this is the so-called rock-paper-scissors game.

After the ghost hand stretched in, it stopped moving, and it seemed to give him time to choose.

The situation was different from what he thought at the beginning, and Gao Yan didn't dare to rashly hand over the eyeball in his hand.

He mustered up his courage and began to get close to check the two hands.

The movements of the two hands were almost exactly the same, and the clenched fists were the same size. Just when Gao Yan was wondering what was wrong, he suddenly saw a little red on the ground below his left hand.

It was a drop of blood.

Although it was small and not very noticeable, he still noticed it.

It seemed to have been accidentally splashed. He immediately looked at the ground below his right hand and found it clean, with only a little dust.

"When Meng Yumian died, he was holding an eye that he had snatched back. The hand holding the eye must have been stained with blood."

Without hesitation, Gao Yan took out the glass eyeball and placed it in front of his left hand. He suppressed his trembling voice and said, "I choose the left hand."

A gust of cold wind blew past his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes. Then, he heard a "dong dong" sound, which gradually faded away.

The glass eyeball under his feet also disappeared.

The strength in Gao Yan's heart was exhausted, and he collapsed directly on the spot, unable to move.

In the rain, Jiang Cheng hid behind an iron frame. Not long ago, he saw a red figure jumping up and down. Coming out of the equipment room.

But then, the red figure seemed to sense something, turned around and went back, and this time the footsteps were so light that they could even be covered by the sound of rain.

Jiang Cheng immediately figured it out. Someone must have thought that it was dark under the lamp and secretly hid in the equipment room, and then was discovered, and Meng Yumian made a surprise attack.

Who could it be?

First of all, the fat man Huai Yi was ruled out. Wen Liangshan ran directly to the direction of the bathroom without even daring to look back.

It didn't seem like Shen Mengyun, and Wang Qi wouldn't be so stupid, so Gao Yan was the only one left.

The dark under the lamp was in line with the old man's cunning character.

"Dong."

"Dong. "

A red figure jumped out of the equipment room like a zombie, this time from the second floor, and jumped 7 or 8 meters away.

Originally, Jiang Cheng had prepared for Meng Yumian to come to find him, but she didn't. Her stiff back went in another direction.

After observation, Jiang Cheng noticed that Meng Yumian's route seemed to be set early in the morning, and she was searching along a fixed route.

After leaving the equipment room, she went directly to the bell tower.

When she came out of the equipment room for the first time, Meng Yumian also went to the bell tower, but something happened halfway, causing her to return Go find Gao Yan.

Although the rain curtain made the scene around the playground extremely blurred, the red figure was an exception. Wang Qi stood at the window of the clock tower, and the red figure was coming towards him.

There was not much fear in Wang Qi's eyes, he believed in his judgment.

Soon, there was a "dong dong" sound from the stairs downstairs, and the speed was very fast.

It was a ghost who wanted to take his life.

After hearing the sound, Wang Qi turned around, faced the direction of the door, crossed his legs, sat down slowly, and then lowered his head and waited quietly for Meng Yumian to come.

"Squeak--"

A small door at the top of the clock tower was pushed open.

"Dong."

With just one step, Meng Yumian jumped in front of him.

In the corner of his eyes, a pair of dancing shoes stained with bright red were dazzling red, and a little higher, there was a pair of wet, pale legs.

Like Gao Yan's experience, after being found, the next step was to play the rock-paper-scissors game.

Wang Qi made a choice almost instantly, "Left hand. "He fiddled with the glass eyeball in his hand, and seemed reluctant to give it up.

"Dong."

"Dong."

The beating sound gradually faded away. Wang Qi stretched his body, stood up, and walked down the bell tower.

When passing by a darkroom downstairs, he stopped. It seemed to be the storage room of the cleaning staff. There were several tools in it, and there were some cloth bags and plastic bags hanging on the wall.

Wang Qi took out a plastic bag from it and shook it. It looked clean.

He dug two holes and put it on his head.

Jiang Cheng was at the door of the bell tower.

"It won't look good if your hair is messed up." Wang Qi didn't seem surprised by Jiang Cheng's arrival. After straightening the plastic bag on his head, he pulled another one off the wall of the darkroom and waved it at Jiang Cheng, "You want one too?"

Staring at the black plastic bag on Wang Qi's head and the two eyes under the holes, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt familiar.

Once in a mission, Ping An Apartment, when he got the door without a door, there was a guy who called himself Wei Jinting inside.

The two of them dressed very similarly.

They both gave him a sense of danger.

"Isn't it strange?" Wang Qi laughed, not caring at all, tapping his head and muttering to himself: "In my memory, there was once a person who liked to do this. He was a guy with a foul mouth, but I actually forgot his name. No, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

For the first time, Jiang Cheng smelled a hint of melancholy from this guy.

When he met Wen Liangshan before, Jiang Cheng also noticed that he seemed to have a vague memory of some things before, especially how he got on the bus.

There was a gap in their memory.