Chapter 884 Memory

It was late at night, Jiang Cheng was sitting alone at a small table in the bedroom. The fat man Huai Yi in the living room outside had already fallen asleep, and the former was snoring happily. Google Search Reading

As if he was worried about attracting attention, he did not turn on the lights, but only turned on a small table lamp on the table.

His shadow was left on the ground, stretched very long, but Jiang Cheng could feel that the breath in the shadow disappeared.

Wu... should have rested too.

He carefully opened the drawer, the bottom layer, and then reached in, touching a buckle with ease, and there was a very hidden interlayer inside.

He opened the partition board of the interlayer and took out a few stacks of money from it. He casually put the money on the ground and continued to reach out until he touched a notebook.

...

The cold moonlight sprinkled in from the gap in the curtains, coating the room with a layer of silver frost.

Jiang Cheng lay on the mattress, with the quilt pulled to the chin, closed his eyes, breathing steadily, and fell asleep.

Everything in the room was blurry and peaceful, but if you look closely, you can find a scene that makes your back chill.

On the wall next to Jiang Cheng, there was a shadow.

The shadow stared at the person on the mattress, and there was a hint of complexity in the blood-red eyes.

Jiang Cheng was asleep, it was certain.

As the shadow became illusory, it appeared again, already standing in front of the small table.

The shadow hesitated for a moment, imitated someone, slowly opened the drawer, then found the interlayer, took out a few stacks of money, until he found the small book.

The hiding place of the book was much more hidden than the money, giving people the feeling that even if the interlayer was really discovered, they would hope that the person would just take the money away, and not explore the deeper secrets hidden in the drawer.

The shadow lowered his head and stared at the book on the table.

It can be seen that the book has been there for a long time, but it has been well kept, and it is carefully wrapped in a book cover.

Turning to the first page, a portrait came into view.

The painting above shows a tall woman with dark eyes and eyebrows. With just a few strokes, the woman's curvy figure under the cheongsam is vividly outlined, and the painter's skill is evident.

It's Lin Wan'er.

Wu was deeply impressed by this woman, and he couldn't see through her.

Slowly turning to the next page, it was still the same woman, but the background had changed. This time it was just a side face, and from the special posture, it looked like she was driving.

The next page was still the same woman...

After turning over more than ten pages, a new face appeared.

Wu was not unfamiliar with this person. To be precise, he was his defeated opponent. He was a handsome man with a deliberately middle-parted hair and a flattering smile on his face.

Pi Ruan, or Wei Jinting.

The two had fought before, and the door in his body was quite mysterious.

Next, Wu saw a silly and fat face.

In the painting, Wang Fugui was lying on the sofa, sleeping like a dead pig. Even through the painting, he could feel how comfortable he was at that time.

After flipping through a few pages, Wu couldn't help but find that there were much more chapters about this fat man than he thought, and what really attracted him were two of the paintings.

One was a painting of him standing in front of the door, carrying a large bag and walking out.

The fat man in the painting only left a back view, with a broad body slightly hunched. At first glance, he looked like a stray dog ​​that was driven out of the house.

He felt wronged and helpless, but he refused to look back because he still had the last bit of stubbornness.

The second picture was just the opposite of this one. It was a frontal photo of the fat man standing in front of a double-open wooden door, just like the ancient deep courtyard in the TV series.

The fat man stood outside the door, soaked all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He could feel that he was in a very bad state at the moment, very bad. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull someone out of the door.

What surprised Wu was the fat man's eyes.

It had never thought that such a timid and cowardly guy would actually burst out with such a resolute momentum at a certain moment for a reason that he had to do something.

Later, some people appeared.

There were not many people, and the length was only one or two pages. There were men and women, including Huai Yi and Lin Muwan, the woman in the last mission.

It can be seen that the people who can be drawn have occupied a certain position in Jiang Cheng's heart.

His eyes became complicated again, and Wu turned the pages faster and faster, as if he was looking for something, but after Lin Muwan's page, there was only a blank.

The light in his eyes went out again, and after a moment, Wu gently closed the book and prepared to put it back in place, but at the moment he picked up the book, a strange place attracted his attention.

There was an obvious crease at the corner of the book.

Unfolding along the crease, in the middle of the blank page behind, there was a folded paper.

Carefully taking out the paper and unfolding it along the fold, the scene inside made its originally illusory shadow solidify instantly, and the hand holding the paper was shaking.

The background of the picture was a dark corridor, and a man wearing a black windbreaker and a sword stood upright like a battle flag.

Behind the man with the sword was a tall and terrifying guy, waving an axe and chopping forward.

This man... is himself!

Wu immediately realized that this painting recorded his own shadow standing in front of the murderer in place of Jiang Cheng, and took the murderer's fatal blow for him!

After a long time, the black shadow finally came to his senses, folded the paper carefully, and then found the crease on the notebook, aligned it, and put it back in place.

Then, as if he was worried about being seen, he stuffed it in again.

After doing all this, he put the notebook and money back into the drawer one by one in order, and finally closed the drawer gently, as if nothing had happened.

The curtains moved automatically without wind, and the black shadow stood by the window.

Looking out through a transparent glass window.

In the quiet night, the paranoia and madness in the depths of a pair of eyes quietly retreated, and a ray of light appeared.

But this situation did not last long, and the sudden change broke everything.

The black shadow's body suddenly straightened, and then those tiny spider-like crimson cracks that Jiang Cheng had seen before appeared again.

Along the black shadow's legs, it spread rapidly upwards, as if to swallow it up.

The deep red eyes suddenly opened, and Wu's upper body became illusory, as if black flames were burning, and strange figures flashed in the flames from time to time.

If you look carefully, you will find a huge scarecrow, a wet woman, and a terrifying male corpse holding an axe in his hand

Wu is gathering all his strength to resist the red crack.

The two forces, one red and one black, fought together, and Wu's body was the battlefield. The huge pain seemed to tear it apart.