Chapter 98 Death Shrouds
The rain outside was getting heavier, and Zhao Shengmo felt cold sweat on her back. A terrible thought popped into her mind, making her lose the ability to think.
"What are you guys hesitating about? Have you found Zhao Shengmo? Who else is there?"
The other people who were found seemed to have little patience and began to urge.
"Okay, one more person is missing."
He crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can.
"Okay, don't scare yourself. Isn't it normal for a rural area to have an entertainment newspaper? Doesn't the village chief have a daughter? It's normal for young girls to like entertainment news."
Yes, Zhao Shengmo temporarily regained some of his sanity. Perhaps... he really was thinking too much.
Cen Yueyue had such a profound impact on her that she felt like she had encountered the same thing.
How is it possible? How could it be such a coincidence?
So the two of them returned to the living room.
"How is it? Where's Feng Jun?"
The bystanders spread their hands.
"We searched everywhere for that kid but couldn't find him. We don't know where he went. He's really smart. What do you think..."
The man who was a ghost said,
"Shall we play a trick on him?"
Play?
"Let's not go look for him. Let him hide for a while and see how long he can hide. Let's go back to the room and sleep first. Maybe he can hide for the whole night."
Ah, what a bad taste.
"how?"
"Okay, just say you don't remember him, hahaha."
So everyone reached a consensus that it was ten o'clock and everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Zhao Shengmo locked his door as soon as he returned to his room.
When she came to the window and was about to lock it, she lowered her head and looked under the window. She could vaguely see a shadow swaying at the door, like a human figure.
The figure seemed to be suspended in mid-air, swaying.
No! It must be just an illusion of light and shadow. She remembered that there were dried radishes hanging on the roof of the villa.
So she closed the window as if nothing had happened, locked it, and then lay down on the bed to rest.
And just like that, the night passed.
The rain didn't stop on the second day.
Everyone woke up because of a scream. Zhao Shengmo immediately got up from the bed when she heard the scream, opened the door, and found that everyone else was as confused as she was.
"Blood... it's blood!"
The woman sat on the ground and pointed at the door of the room.
Everyone came over and was frightened.
On Feng Jun's door, there was a big word "death" written in red liquid.
"Damn it, Feng Jun, stop playing pranks!"
A man couldn't stand it and broke in directly, only to find that it was empty and Feng Jun was not there.
"Where is Feng Jun? Where is Feng Jun?"
The others shook their heads, because Feng Jun had disappeared since last night.
"Maybe he went to see the village chief?"
Everyone thought it made sense, so they went downstairs and opened the door.
However, the moment the door was opened, everyone turned pale with fright again, and some even held their heads and screamed.
Feng Jun's feet were seen dangling at the top of the door.
And he was being hung in the air, suspended in mid-air.
He was dead, his face was very pale, as if all the blood had been sucked out of it, and he stared at the door with his eyes wide open.
Die with eyes open.
"How could this happen? Hurry, call the police!"
Someone reacted, but then everyone realized that they had no means of communication.
"Then go find the village chief!"
Yes, there must be communication tools in the village.
So someone picked up the umbrella that the village chief gave him last night and went to find the village chief.
"Wait for me, I..."
He opened his umbrella with a whoosh, and before he could finish his words, a sharp bamboo stick came out from the top of the umbrella and pierced directly into his eyes.
Blood dripped down the bamboo strips, and he fell to the ground in front of everyone.
massacre……
here we go.
There was a burst of screams at the scene, and everyone's faces turned pale with fear. At this moment, the village chief appeared in front of everyone holding an umbrella.
"What's going on?"
The village chief showed a surprised expression on his face, and two people immediately arrested him.
"He was killed by the umbrella you gave him, you murderer! Why did you kill us!"
The village chief was pinned to the ground by them, and the old man's hands were shaking.
"Quick, go to the village chief's house and find a phone number for communication! Call the police!"
So the others ran to the village chief's house in the rain, saw a wired phone, and started calling.
"No."
Zhao Shengmo showed everyone the cut telephone line.
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