Chapter 445

After chatting with the woman for some time, we strongly suggest that she leave the town. Her psychological problems can be solved slowly. If she stays here, she may lose her life for a moment.

Although she didn't understand what I meant, she also felt that these undertakings were a little evil. In their American words, they encountered supernatural events, which could not be explained by science, but they did exist in this world. She said that if she went back to pack up her things, she would leave overnight.

In the next few days, we monitored the people who participated in the "love and betrayal" theme music seminar in batches. Drunkards and Jin Lihua installed invisible cameras and eavesdroppers in their homes while they were away, so that we could monitor their every move.

After several days of observation, we were surprised. These people showed some abnormal and strange behaviors to varying degrees.

The cellist who gave us lessons ordered a wedding dress at home. She used to live alone. She often wore wedding dress at home, even in the kitchen. She also often danced in wedding dress, and danced the female steps in the duet. It felt like she was dancing with an invisible person in the air, and she had to put two people's dishes and chopsticks when eating, Sleep also put two pillows, sleep only on one side of the bed, like living with an invisible person.

Although her behavior is strange, she can barely see it. At most, she feels a little psychotic. The lecturer of another college we monitor is even more frightening. She bought more than ten sets of wedding dresses at one go. These wedding dresses are put on plastic models and placed in a wide place in the living room. She plays violin against these wedding dresses every day in addition to class, eating and sleeping, Sometimes I have to cut my skin, put dripping blood on the wedding dress, then look at the bloody white wedding dress and cry and laugh, and finally burn the fire again to continue to toss about the next one.

"Crazy, these people are crazy," we said, watching these real-time pictures on the computer in the hotel.

"We have to find a way," shopkeeper Qian said to us.

"I feel that the root knot is still on Helen. She is the key, and these people are deeply poisoned. It's estimated that they can't be saved. Fortunately, we persuaded the white woman away, or we'll fall into another one." I looked at the crazy women on the screen and said.

Then that night, the poor woman I thought had escaped appeared on TV.

At that time, I was waiting for Sanmei to take a bath. I turned the news and saw a report. The report said that the woman was mentally unstable and went out for self-help travel, but she suddenly called me today and said, "I'm going to a place I should go. Don't look for me anymore." then she hung up directly.

Her parents thought she was going to commit suicide. If she was too anxious, they reported to the police. The police couldn't find this person, so they asked the general public to provide clues through the news.

If you have seen her in the last 24 hours, please contact the police immediately. The photo of the woman is in the upper right corner of the news. It seems that she did leave overnight, but I don't know why she didn't go home or where she stayed for so many days, and suddenly sent an unique text message to her parents.

"Shit, there's still an accident." I immediately jumped up, grabbed the pants on the bedside table, picked up the phone and sent a group of text messages, telling them to get up and dress immediately.

"What's the matter?" Sanmei came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Her two snow-white feet were wearing slippers, and there were some drops of water on her long beautiful legs. Seeing that I was swallowing saliva, she didn't dare to move her sight upward, for fear that she wouldn't be able to take another step in case she saw it.

"That woman is missing," I replied briefly.

San Mei's face changed as soon as she heard this: "let's go and find her."

Everyone dressed quickly and gathered in my room with some light weapons that were easy to hide.

"What to do? How to find?" old black and shopkeeper Qian asked me.

"It's said in the news that she talked with her parents today. If we find her soon, Sanmei, Jinlihua and brother donkey, you three stay in the hotel, activate the previous Trojan horse, see if there is the figure of that woman in the surveillance video, and listen to the latest news. Lao Hei, shopkeeper, Ivan and drunkard, let's go to the college for a walk I put on my coat, left the hotel with some companions and drove straight to the town.

30 kilometers is not far, and now it is late at night. There are few cars on the road. The car usually flies to the town quickly. At this time, only the street lights are still on in the town, most residents have fallen asleep, and the whole town is quiet.

Ivan drove outside the fence of the college. We jumped out of the car, shielded the monitoring with RF jammers, built a ladder, climbed over the fence and came to the campus.

"Where is the girls' dormitory?" Lao Hei jumped to the first sentence on the lawn.

"Fuck, be serious. We're here to save people, not to pick flowers." I scolded and ran to the main building with my companion.

The outside of the main building was painted milky white. It looked solemn and solemn during the day, but at night it felt a little like the color of human bones. The door was dark like a big mouth. We slipped in with light hands and feet.

The building is very quiet. The law and order in the town is good, and there is no thief. The prevention in places such as schools is even more lax. There is no security in the whole building. It is estimated that someone will only patrol for a few hours.

We first went to the concert hall on the first floor. It was dark and there was no shadow. We searched all the corners and didn't find it. Together, several people thought that if Tibetans, the underground floor was the best choice, and there were a large number of rooms, and few people went.

"Be careful when you go down. It's definitely not normal here." I pasted a talisman for detecting ghost energy. When I felt that a certain energy would burn automatically, which could play the role of early warning, I took out the ghost fixing needle and tied it to my wrist. I lit some eye opening potions on each eye skin, and five people were pulled into a CQB search formation, He walked down the stairs with a flashlight.

Lao hei and I are at the front. I will scan the ghost fixing needle from time to time. He gives full play to the beast's intuition and smell. There are two of us as the top soldiers. It can be said that we can find some clues whether people are ghosts, mechanisms or ambushes.

In the middle are Ivan and the drunkard. One of them carries a pistol with a silencer, the other carries the three edged army's thorn and scabbard in his hand, and the last face is shopkeeper Qian. The five people came to the basement without a sound.

But we are faced with an area enough to be a parking lot, and these areas are divided into a large number of rooms, most of which are locked. It seems that it will take a little effort.

Fortunately, we have an unlocking expert here. The drunkard handed the military stab to his left hand and held a steel wire in his right hand. No matter what lock, poke it a few times, twist it again, click and open it. We immediately went in to find the missing woman.

Most of these locked rooms are piled with documents and sundries, as well as old and damaged musical instruments. There are several rooms with only those painted pianos. There are many rusty drums and cellos, but there are no people. Neither the living nor the dead can find them.

After searching dozens of rooms, we came to the room where we had class along the corridor. Although it had been a few days, the plastic mannequins were still there, and they were still wearing wedding dresses dyed red with red paint.

The paint does not solidify and turn black like blood, so these wedding dresses are still red. This scene is scary enough during the day. At night, the flashlight has a little light and shadow effect. It gives people the feeling that those models are wearing blood red wedding clothes and are twisting their limbs and dancing ugly and evil dances.

"F * * k, what the hell is this, the horror wax museum?" old black bared his teeth and scolded.

"It's still the theme of dirty wedding dress," shopkeeper Qian replied with a grin.

"It makes sense to say that the wedding dress represents purity in class during the day. To tell the truth, Lao Hei, you should listen."

"If they lecture naked, I'll listen to whatever they say." Lao Hei still has that classic bad smile, which is not affected by the bloody environment here. This guy is brave, and the rest of the people tremble. He still looks as if nothing has happened and is in the mood to joke about meat jokes, which is really admirable.

While talking, we have entered this classroom, which is larger than other miscellaneous rooms. We scattered and searched.

I remember there was a small compartment behind the whiteboard. Last time, those teaching assistants took out the small bucket of red liquid from the back. I don't know if there can be people hidden there.

Thinking of this, I went through the mannequins placed in the middle of the room and prepared to go to the corner of the whiteboard.

Just after I passed through these plastic mannequins, I suddenly felt that one of the plastic mannequins I just passed looked familiar.

"Shit, I must be too nervous," I said to myself. Where do plastic people come from? Their faces are oval and flat.

Who knows, a person suddenly jumped out of my mind, that is, the small eyed Korean cellist who gave us a public class and invited brother donkey. She has an oval and flat face and typical Korean appearance.

"Something's wrong" my scalp was numb. I immediately turned around and looked at the faces of these plastic people with a flashlight.

When the flashlight lit up, I also saw the faces of several plastic people in front of me. To my surprise, my heart seemed to stop beating. Their facial features and looks were clearly Helen's female assistants. The first was the Korean cellist with oval face and small eyes. They were wearing a bloody wedding dress, so they didn't breathe and heartbeat, Standing cold in the dark waiting for us.

After my flashlight shone on her face, a stiff smile appeared on the numb face of the viola. Compared with the evil smile, I would rather she cry, at least it would look better.

With a sneer, she raised her right hand in her wedding dress, held an art knife in her hand, and waved directly at my neck