After staying in the room for a short time, Xia Meng said that she wanted to take a look at the painting. The mission was coming to an end and there might be new clues in it.

"Don't you guys go take a look together?" Xia Meng looked at several people with playful eyes, seemingly implying that she wasn't afraid that I would monopolize the clues?

Jiang Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to her. There was no response from the doctor, and the fat man who was already in a low mood didn't say anything.

"Miss Chen, let me go with you." Chen Qiang stood up.

Xia Meng looked at him twice, nodded and said, "Okay."

After the two left, the fat man turned his head and asked Jiang Cheng: "Doctor, what you said about cleaning up Butler Zhou and the others...is it true?"

"Based on the clues we have so far, it should be yes." Jiang Cheng replied.

The fat man nodded, then took a long breath, raised his head, looked at Jiang Cheng and said: "Doctor, you don't have to worry about me, you should go and take a look at the painting. This mission is about to end. What clues are really going to appear on the painting?"

, I’m worried about Xia Meng and the others..."

"Don't worry." Jiang Cheng said: "No matter what, they will have to deal with Butler Zhou and his group in the end. Without the help of the two of us, they alone can't do it."

After saying this, Jiang Cheng obviously paused. His eyes looked at the fat man a few times, and then moved away without leaving a trace.

The fat man didn't notice this. All he could think about now was the need to seek justice for the little beggar, and the face of the black-faced man holding the stick.

"Doctor." The fat man suddenly spoke, and then he seemed to have thought of something. He first looked at the door and the window, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Youqi was killed by An Xuan, right?"

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded. He stood up and poured a glass of water for the fat man. After passing it over, he said, "I've seen the wounds on Youqi's body. He was tortured to death. There were sputtering blood spots under Anxuan's earlobe.

, he should have worn another piece of clothing on top of his costume when he killed Youqi, and washed his face afterwards."

"But he didn't have enough time, so he still made some mistakes. He didn't notice the blood spots under his ears..." The fat man took the teacup and followed Jiang Cheng's train of thought.

Unexpectedly, the doctor shook his head.

The fat man looked at him in surprise.

"He no longer cares." Jiang Cheng said, "He no longer cares whether we can see that he killed You Qi. He just wants You Qi to die. As long as it doesn't make it look too ugly, no one will expose him.

After all, that will only cause trouble for yourself."

After thinking for a while, Fatty's eyes suddenly changed. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the latter.

"You want to say that according to the rules, the dead Youqi will turn into a ghost and come back to seek revenge on him?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.

Fatty swallowed. In previous copies, Fatty had seen similar scenes. Those ghosts that looked like dead teammates left a very deep impression on him.

Their desire for revenge and murder is even stronger than the original ghosts in the dungeon.

It is precisely the existence of this mechanism in Nightmare that ensures that under normal circumstances, the intensity of direct confrontation between players during missions will not exceed the critical value.

"And not only Youqi will come to him for revenge tonight, but also female ghosts." Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "In order to avoid blood splattering on the costume when he killed Youqi, he might not only wear it outside the costume.

A piece of clothing, maybe...he simply took off the costume."

He took a deep breath, "But no matter which point, he triggered the taboo in the mission, so tonight he will not only face Youqi, but also the female ghost."

"He was targeted by two ghosts!" The fat man's throat rolled. Just thinking about it, the fat man thought that this man was crazy. He stared at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Then isn't he destined to die tonight?"

"So no matter what, he has to finish his mission tonight." Jiang Cheng glanced at the almost completely dark sky outside the window, poured himself a cup of tea, held it with his right hand, took a sip and said, "We are waiting.

That’s fine.”

"For him, the sky will never get brighter again." After a while, Jiang Cheng suddenly said.

There were footsteps outside the door. Because there was a small gap left, as soon as Xia Meng walked to the door, both Fatty and Jiang Cheng tacitly shut their mouths.

"I suggest you go take a look." Xia Meng said to Jiang Cheng when he came in.

Chen Qiang also walked in closely behind, "Mr. Hao." He paused, with a strange look in his eyes and said: "Paint..."

He glanced at the fat man, but did not say the next sentence.

Jiang Cheng stood up immediately. He arranged for Xia Meng to stay with the fat man, and then took Chen Qiang to see the paintings. Chen Qiang did not refuse.

But Fatty always felt that Chen Qiang, and even Xia Meng in the room, looked at him in a slightly strange way.

And when he asked to go with the doctor, the doctor refused him directly and left with Chen Qiang.

"What's wrong with that painting?" The fat man thought more and more something was wrong, so he turned to ask Xia Meng.

"Nothing." Xia Meng looked away and replied nonchalantly: "You can ask yourself when they come back."

It was getting dark now, and the ominous premonition in Fatty's heart became stronger and stronger, just when he couldn't help but go to the doctor.

The door opened, and Jiang Cheng walked back with Chen Qiang.

"Why have you been gone for so long?" the fat man asked with concern.

Jiang Cheng walked to the table and sat down, while replying: "There are many clues in the painting, let's check them one by one."

"What did you find?"

"It's similar to what we speculated before." Jiang Cheng said calmly: "The mission should be completed tonight."

"Really?"

"Um."

There was light in the fat man's eyes, and what appeared with the light was the anger that had been building up in his heart for a long time. The doctor had said that he would finally make a break with Butler Zhou and his team.

Chen Qiang glanced at the fat man, and then his eyes stayed on Jiang Cheng's profile for a moment.

He didn't understand what this man who called himself Hao Shuai was thinking.

There was obviously a fat man in that painting...

What's even more terrifying is that the fat man in the painting has a livid face, and you can tell he is not a living person. He is so eerie that you can feel it even through the painting.

When he went with Xia Meng for the first time, he even thought that the fat man had been killed by a ghost. The guy in the room... was a ghost!

Just like how I pretended to be my teacher Liao Zhi before.

Not only the fat man, but also a person dressed as a maid appeared in the painting. He was probably in his prime, and he looked very cute.

The maid was standing next to the fat man, her upper body tilted towards him, holding a plate in her hand, with something covered by a red hijab on it.

Judging from his movements, it seemed that he wanted to put this thing into his hands.

The thing under the hijab was rounder and quite small, probably about the same size as a basketball. Chen Qiang took a deep breath, and he felt that he had guessed what was inside.
Chapter completed!