Chapter 15 People

"People?" Chen Xiaomeng's eyes widened.

"That's right," Nuan-jie unconsciously tightened her collar, saying with lingering fear, "Sometimes they are more terrifying than ghosts."

The fire in the fireplace was burning very brightly, illuminating half the living room.

Sitting in front of the fireplace, Fan Li had a gloomy face and kept adding firewood to the fire from time to time.

He knew the reason why Nuan-jie insisted on kicking him out.

The ghosts in this villa were killed by two men, so the ghosts' targets for revenge were also men.

The middle-aged man and Xie Yu who had died tragically were examples.

Thinking of this, Fan Li grabbed two more logs with his large hands and threw them into the fireplace.

The fire burned even more fiercely.

It seemed that only in this way could he dispel the chill in his heart.

Judging from the current situation, the course of events was generally clear. In other words, the mission was about to end, but the closer it got to the end, the more frantic the ghosts would become.

Something was bound to happen tonight.

The only question was who would die.

It was precisely because he had thought this through that he rejected Fatty's idea of everyone sleeping together.

The probability of him encountering a ghost alone was one in three, but if he were with the two of them, it would be one hundred percent.

And the consequences of being targeted by a ghost… a flash of fear quickly湧ed in his eyes. Ghosts rarely killed multiple people at once, but it wasn't unheard of.

Moreover, he had his own plans.

He was confident that staying here, he could survive until dawn.

His gaze gradually shifted to the inside of the fireplace.

According to the existing evidence, the ghost was likely drowned before his death, and in front of him… there was a raging fire.

Inside the study, Fatty crouched in the darkness, barely daring to breathe.

Until he couldn't help himself, stretching his neck and leaning closer to where Jiang Cheng was sitting, asking in a very, very soft voice, "Do you think the ghost will know we're hiding here?"

"Don't know."

Fatty felt a little relieved, "That's good."

"I said I don't know," Jiang Cheng said in a rhythmic tone.

Having been with Jiang Cheng for a long time, Fatty's psychological endurance had also become much stronger. This time, he only trembled for less than 5 seconds before he could communicate like a normal person again.

"Seriously, brother," Fatty stared at Jiang Cheng, swallowing hard, "I think you're not an ordinary person. I was terrified when that ghost came out yesterday, but you could still remember what shoes she was wearing."

"You're definitely not a model, you're a policeman, right?"

The more Fatty spoke, the more he felt his guess was reliable, and his face became excited.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Do you think I can survive if I'm a policeman, or will the ghost not kill us if I pull out my police ID?"

The hope that had just been ignited in Fatty was extinguished again. He said with some self-abandonment, "So we're doomed to die, right?"

Jiang Cheng was about to speak when Fatty waved his hand to interrupt him, saying with a bitter face, "I bet you're going to say that only I will die, not us, right?"

Jiang Cheng sullenly closed his mouth.

After a while, Jiang Cheng spoke again, "But Fatty, you don't need to be so pessimistic, maybe there's still a chance."

Just as Fatty raised his head and wanted to say something more, Jiang Cheng suddenly made a silencing gesture to him, and Fatty immediately shut his mouth.

1 minute…

2 minutes…

5 minutes…

…

Until about 10 minutes had passed, Fatty still hadn't heard anything, and nothing had appeared in the room.

He was highly strung, his ears perked up.

Jiang Cheng stood up from his chair, his eyes quickly glancing in the direction of the desk. Fatty heard him muttering something about why there was no movement.

"Brother," Fatty's voice changed in shock, "You're not waiting for the ghost here, are you?"

"Don't talk," Jiang Cheng frowned and walked towards the door, "Wait here, I'll go take a look."

Fatty trotted after him, "No, let's go together."

Jiang Cheng and Fatty arrived in the corridor, the light above their heads was still on, emitting a dim glow.

Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng went directly to the front of the master bedroom door and gently knocked on it.

A few seconds later, a wary female voice sounded, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Jiang Cheng replied, "Hao Shuai."

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Cheng said seriously, "I think Fan Li is already in trouble."

Hearing this, the door opened slightly, but only a crack, and Nuan-jie, who was speaking, only revealed half of her eye, "How do you know?"

Jiang Cheng quickly glanced at the end of the corridor next to the stairs, then turned his head back and quickly said, "Let's talk inside, it's not safe here."

Nuan-jie sized up Jiang Cheng and Fatty through the crack in the door a few more times, and finally nodded, "Okay."

The door opened.

Nuan-jie was standing behind the door.

They didn't dare to turn on the lights, and the room was pitch black.

After hearing Jiang Cheng say that Fan Li was in trouble, Fatty's expression suddenly became tense. He didn't know how Jiang Cheng had come to this conclusion, but he strangely chose to believe him.

Jiang Cheng was the first to enter, followed by Fatty.

But just as he was about to step through the door, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly paused. He stopped at the door, which caused Fatty, who was closely behind him, to bump into him.

Before Fatty could ask what was wrong, Jiang Cheng quickly retreated back into the corridor.

At the same time, he pressed down on Fatty's shoulder with one hand, pulling him back as well.

Nuan-jie had already made room for them to enter the door, "Come in, what are you dawdling for!" Nuan-jie urged.

She anxiously looked towards the other side of the corridor from time to time, as if something would appear there soon.

"I forgot something very important in the room," Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Wait for me to go back and get it."

After speaking, without waiting for Nuan-jie to react, he put one hand on Fatty's shoulder, and then the two of them turned around and walked quickly towards the other side of the corridor.

Fatty didn't expect Jiang Cheng to look thin, but he was so strong. He was almost being carried away by Jiang Cheng.

His entire brain was in a blank state.

But at this moment, he wisely didn't express any opinions, until they came to the corner of the corridor next to the stairs, Jiang Cheng pulled him and quickly hid inside.

"What did you find?" Fatty asked, panting heavily.

He saw a few drops of cold sweat dripping down Jiang Cheng's face.

Jiang Cheng signaled him not to speak first, then approached the wall of the corridor, as if listening to something. After a few minutes, his face returned to normal.

"That Nuan-jie is not right," Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and said.

The fat on Fatty's face trembled, "What's wrong with her?"

"She's wearing slippers."

"Slippers?"

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng nodded, "I accidentally noticed it when I entered the door."

He continued, "We all know how dangerous this villa is, we may have to face the pursuit of vengeful ghosts at any time, how could she take off her shoes and put on a pair of inconvenient slippers?"