Chapter 92 Media

But Jiang Cheng's next performance once again refreshed the fat man's understanding of him.

He looked at the face covered by blood with a calm expression, and patted Zhen Jianren's hand, "I know you are not dead, you still have a pulse."

Jiang Cheng's voice was full of persuasiveness, and Zhen Jianren was not as excited as at the beginning.

"Let go of your hand first, I will check your injuries." After a pause, Jiang Cheng said again.

Zhen Jianren panted violently, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or because of what Jiang Cheng said. In short, he slowly loosened the hand that was holding Jiang Cheng's wrist.

Two bloody holes looked in the direction of Jiang Cheng, as if the last hope was placed on him.

But when his hand left Jiang Cheng's wrist, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng calmly untie the camera bag on his waist, and then wrapped the strap around his hand a few times.

The fat man widened his eyes, not knowing what Jiang Cheng was going to do.

Until Jiang Cheng swung the camera bag up like a meteor hammer, and then smashed it heavily on Zhen Jianren's face in the extremely shocked eyes of the fat man.

"Bang!"

Zhen Jianren, who was unprepared, didn't stand firmly and was smashed back into the box. His tall nose was bent into several pieces and his nose bleed could not stop.

Jiang Cheng trotted forward and closed the baffle on the box, turned back and shouted to the fat man: "Run!"

Before the fat man could react, Jiang Cheng had already run to the door.

Just as Jiang Cheng raised his legs and prepared to kick the wooden door in one go, a sound suddenly came to his ears.

"Dong Dong Dong."

The sound was not loud, nor was it very close, but it had a kind of bewitching magic.

Jiang Cheng put down his raised legs again.

The fat man was even worse, standing there without moving.

Although the fat man couldn't move, his mind was still very clear.

He listened for a few seconds with his ears erect, and found that the sound was not chaotic, as if it had a certain obvious rhythm.

This rhythm was very strange, and as he listened, the fat man's unconscious legs actually followed the beat.

Drum beats?

Not like that, the fat man thought quickly.

This sound was heavier than the drum beats, but he didn't know much about musical instruments, so he couldn't tell what made the sound.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The rhythm was getting faster and faster, and every beat seemed to step on his heart.

He swallowed unconsciously.

The brisk rhythm became clearer and more intense, until the last "dong".

This sound completely woke up the fat man.

Even Jiang Cheng's body shook unconsciously.

The two raised their heads almost at the same time, and a complex emotion flashed in their eyes.

This sound was different from all the previous sounds. This sound was very close, as if it was right behind him!

The fat man turned his head tremblingly, and there was a dark red curtain hanging on the wall a few meters behind him. There was no doubt that the thing that made the sound was hiding behind the curtain.

What could it be?

His pupils jumped.

Chen Yao?

Or something like Zhen Jianren in the box.

He still wasn't sure whether Zhen Jianren was a human or some other ghost thing.

The extremely strong sense of oppression made the fat man's mouth dry and he didn't dare to move, as if he had accepted his fate.

Until Jiang Cheng walked up and pulled off the curtain.

Behind

The fat man slightly opened his eyes and saw a huge mirror.

But what really attracted his attention was the scene reflected in the mirror.

A woman standing on tiptoe.

Although it was just a simple back view, it was not difficult to see the woman's graceful posture and excellent control.

The woman stood in a place similar to a dance studio, with a tall figure, but facing the mirror with her back. In the dim light, she didn't say a word, which looked very strange.

"It's Chen Yao" The fat man didn't think about it.

The appearance of the final ghost even made the fat man ignore the unreasonableness of the scene in front of him. The scene in the mirror was obviously the music classroom before the transformation.

At this time, the mirror seemed to have lost the ability to reflect light and became a medium for traveling between two periods of time.

Outside the mirror is now, and inside the mirror is 10 years ago.

As time passed, the fat man gradually noticed the abnormalities in other places in the mirror. It turned out that there was more than one "person" in the mirror, Chen Yao.

A dozen black shadows stood around, as if worshipping, facing Chen Yao in the middle.

There was light overflowing from the mirror.

Not strong, similar to the light emitted by a miniature flashlight.

With the only light, the fat man vaguely saw that there were several people in security uniforms and two students among the standing black shadows.

He slowly moved his sight from left to right until he saw half of a man's face.

It was Zhou Taifu!

It was Zhou Taifu for sure!

The miniature flashlight emitting light fell at his feet.

Just like other dead people, his eyes were strangely turned up, and the corners of his eyes were exaggeratedly raised. The expression before death was unpredictable.

But it was obvious that he was not completely frightened to death, because everyone here had lost their jaws and tongues.

The hideous blood was spread on their chests, like a bloody feast.

Although it was not the first time to see such a scene, so many corpses gathered together, it was still a weird scene similar to a sacrifice.

The fear spread to his limbs and bones, and then wrapped around the fat man like a vine, oppressing him so much that he could not breathe.

The moment his legs regained consciousness, the fat man ran towards Jiang Cheng stiffly. Only when he was with Jiang Cheng did he feel safe.

"Doctor!" The fat man grinned, and when he was about to seek comfort from Jiang Cheng, the latter slapped him.

He controlled his strength very well, and when he was about to touch the fat man's face, he covered his mouth with his backhand.

No sound was made.

The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng in horror, not knowing what he had done wrong again.

Shouldn't he come over?

He found that Jiang Cheng's eyes kept wandering in the mirror, and it seemed that he was not fixed, and he also saw a trace of seriousness on Jiang Cheng's face.

This scared the fat man. In his impression, doctors are definitely representatives of fearlessness in the face of danger, and sometimes they can even make some harmless jokes in front of the dead.

He cast his eyes in the mirror in confusion.

Almost immediately, his face changed.

The middle of the mirror was empty.

Chen Yao disappeared! !

From Jiang Cheng's expression, the fat man understood that he had not found where Chen Yao had gone.

What is more terrifying than a ghost appearing?

It is that after a ghost appears, it suddenly disappears.

You have no idea where it will appear in the next second.

Maybe it is in your closet, bathroom, or even under the bed, in the quilt.

The strongest fear comes from the unknown.

"Crack--"

The two turned around almost at the same time because they heard a strange friction sound coming from behind them.

It's like a severely worn rope, unable to bear the weight.