Xia Meng glanced at the direction of the lake. Her vision seemed to penetrate the wall. She lowered her voice and said, "The sound came from the lake, and its location is uncertain. It seems to be constantly moving."

It was constantly moving on the lake, and it was still foggy after nightfall. Without any unnecessary explanation, the fat man could make up a rather terrifying scene in his own mind.

On the misty lake, there floated a female ghost in red with an unclear face. The female ghost danced gracefully, babbling, and sang vague but extremely sad songs. The scene was very strange.

"Do you remember?" Xia Meng looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng nodded, "There is also a female ghost in the Hanzhen Pond in the back mountain of Xiaoshijian Village."

Fatty didn't participate in the mission in Xiaoshijian Village, but the doctor told him about it when he came back. The thrilling process scared Fatty so much that he couldn't sleep well all night.

Especially that ghost likes to break people's necks and then rip off their heads.

In the end of that mission, only the doctor, Xia Meng, and a woman named Li Lu survived.

"Something must have happened in this house, which resulted in the death of a woman. She may have died in the lake, or her body may have been dumped in the lake after her death," Xia Meng speculated.

"You...do any of you know opera?" The fat man shrank his neck, and asked in a low voice with an expression that wanted to see what was going on outside but was still very scared: "As for the music and so on, if

If you know what tune the ghost is singing, you might be able to find some clues."

Fatty's suggestion is good, but unfortunately, Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng know nothing about opera. However, Xia Meng said that after everyone comes out at dawn tomorrow, they can ask other people.

Hearing this, the fat man's gloomy eyes lit up again. "Yes," he nodded repeatedly, "I think Qin Jian is quite old. He might understand this."

Now that the mission has just begun, there are only these clues, and no more analysis can be done. As for the clue newspaper in Xia Meng's hand, Fatty understood it as something like Zhuge's Tips Bag, which should not be opened except as a last resort.

Now their focus has shifted from the weird singing outside to how to spend their first night here safely.

Judging from the current situation, no one should have died in the three wing rooms for the time being, but something like this happened just after dark, and the night was destined to be long and uneventful.

"I'll guard the first shift," Jiang Cheng volunteered. "You go to bed first. I'll wake you up when the time comes, and then you get up and guard the second shift."

There was a platter with fruits and various small nuts on the table. After Xia Meng opened one and threw it into her mouth, she patted the crumbs left on her hands, raised her head, stared at Jiang Cheng who was speaking, and said in a disdainful voice:

"You don't need to leave a fat man to spy on me," she raised her eyebrows, "In front of Crimson, we are allies, and I will not attack you."

"Mengmeng, don't get me wrong," Jiang Cheng explained in a voice that was raised a few degrees: "I'm just worried that you won't be able to control your evil thoughts and hold me down in the middle of the night."

Xia Meng grinned when she heard this, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and two cute tiger teeth were exposed at the corners of her mouth. After a while, she suddenly said: "Do you think you can stop me by leaving just one fat guy?"

She looked Jiang Cheng up and down with undisguised fiery eyes, and then smiled pointedly, "I knocked him unconscious and tied him up," she said with a silky breath, "It's the same."

"Tsk," just as Jiang Cheng squinted at Xia Meng, thinking about what went wrong recently...

The fat man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Miss Xia Meng," the fat man who was cowering just now straightened up and said firmly, "I think your step of knocking me out is unnecessary. First, I am not as easy to knock out as you think, and second,"

The fat man said: "As long as you don't go too far, I won't delay you."

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, and he seemed to have found the reason.

The final result of the discussion was that both of them took a step back, Jiang Cheng stayed for half the night, Xia Meng stayed for the rest of the night, and the two did not interfere with each other.

As for the fat man... neither of them wanted to take him with them.

So he likes to sleep, and he can sit down if he wants to, but just keep your mouth shut and don't delay the other person's vigil.

The fat man was very discerning and saw Xia Meng lying down for a while, and after her breathing gradually stabilized, she quietly got up, and then came to the doctor who was sitting not far from the candle.

He stretched his neck and naturally reached out to grab the fruit plate he was eating in front of the doctor. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he found that the fruit plate had been taken away by the doctor.

"Doctor," he felt awkward, then the fat man licked his face and said, "Don't get me wrong, I was in the Cao camp just now and my heart was in the Han Dynasty." He paused and said firmly: "I did it to confuse her and infiltrate them.

internal."

"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Cheng picked another nut for himself, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, while glancing at the bed where Xia Meng slept, and whispered: "After Xia Meng gets up later, keep an eye on her.

"

Hearing this, the fat man nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, I'll keep watch, doctor."

After finishing speaking, the fat man's expression changed slightly. He leaned his body towards the doctor again and whispered: "Doctor, I think since the middle-aged man asked us to accompany Xia Meng to finish the book, it means that at least before the end of the mission,

, we are all useful, so I don’t think she will cheat us.”

"And there is a Crimson person in this book. She attacks us. Who will help her deal with Crimson?"

The fat man seemed to have thought of something, his face changed, and his voice began to tremble: "You have also seen how evil the taxi driver sent by Crimson is. Such a guy, I think Xia Meng alone

..."

"Who told you that the driver was sent by Crimson?" Jiang Cheng raised his head and asked.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then he blinked, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean? This is not like before..."

"All the information we know about Crimson so far was told by that middle-aged man. Even the name Crimson was told to us by him, but who can prove that what he said is true?" Jiang Cheng

ask.

"What exactly is Crimson? Is it what they say? To exaggerate, we don't even know whether there is an organization called Crimson."

Looking at the fat man's mouth, Jiang Cheng knew what he was going to say, so he interrupted first: "If you want to mention that taxi driver, just shut up. If you have to say who sent that driver, then I

I can tell you that the most likely possibility is not Crimson, whose existence is still doubtful, but..." He glanced at Xia Meng's position with a profound look.

After being stunned for a moment, the fat man's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered a chicken soup magazine that he had read out of boredom while driving. There was a story in it that said: The fastest way to reconcile with an opponent is to establish a common enemy for each other.
Chapter completed!