The terrifying scene imagined didn't appear. All the mannequins, including the one with the broken head, were still standing quietly in place, motionless.

"Why are you all so nervous?" Jiang Cheng asked, turning around.

Looking at the head in Jiang Cheng's hand, the mannequin's face happened to be facing Fatty's position. From that blurred face, Fatty actually saw a hint of grievance.

"Jiang-ge," Huai Yi said, feeling panicked looking at the head, "hurry up and throw that head away, it's kind of scary to look at."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, manipulated the mannequin's arm joints, and stuffed the head back into the mannequin's hand, considering it returned.

These resurrected mannequins were all standing here, facing the wood carving shop, as if on a pilgrimage. Clearly, there was something inside attracting them.

"Let's go inside and take a look."

Fatty and Huai Yi followed behind Jiang Cheng, and the three walked through the gaps between the mannequins, heading inside.

Some of the mannequins were wearing clothes, all kinds of them, and some were wearing hats, making the environment even more bizarre.

Fatty walked very carefully, trying not to touch any of them.

Standing inside the wood carving shop, Jiang Cheng slowly scanned his surroundings. Compared to the other shops outside, the condition of this wood carving shop was much better.

Some of the larger pieces of furniture were placed relatively neatly, without excessive signs of damage.

"Jiang-ge," Huai Yi said in a surprised tone, "this place is so clean, and things aren't too messy, except..."

Except for these strange mannequins surrounding them, Jiang Cheng nodded, of course he understood what Huai Yi meant.

"You...you guys look there," Fatty said, pointing to a spot. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, as if he would wake up the mannequins.

Following the direction of his finger, there was a blue cloth curtain that seemed to have been pulled forcefully. The hooks on the curtain had come loose, and part of the curtain was drooping on the ground.

Behind the revealed gap was darkness, clearly indicating there was more space.

Signaling Fatty and Huai Yi to stay behind, Jiang Cheng walked over alone.

Getting closer, Jiang Cheng noticed several scratches on the curtain, as if made by the claws of a beast.

Lifting the curtain, behind it was a cabinet about the height of a person.

The wooden cabinet was dark, with a simple and grand design, and the materials used were very solid, giving a sense of weight.

But what truly attracted Jiang Cheng's attention was at the bottom of the cabinet, near the ground, where a huge opening had been cracked. The ground was covered with broken pieces of wood and debris.

Moreover... the opening protruded outwards, with jagged scratch marks all around the edge, as if something had forcibly dug it open from the inside and then crawled out.

"Looks like this is the source..."

Crouching down, Jiang Cheng took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it into the opening.

Inside was a sealed space, not very large, but big enough to hide a person.

Moreover, he didn't find any pull doors or anything similar that could be opened, meaning that this thing had been deliberately sealed inside.

By the light, Jiang Cheng saw that the inside of the wooden boards were covered with scratches, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. He reached in, felt around, and pulled out a hemp rope.

The hemp rope was relatively thick and looked very strong, but it was broken. From the break, he could see signs of violent pulling, as if it had been broken free.

Looking closely, he could also see a layer of dark red blood soaked into it.

Holding the hemp rope, Jiang Cheng had a rough idea in his mind.

Someone... no, it should be a force, had controlled a disciple who was about to be completely corrupted, then tied them tightly with hemp rope and sealed the disciple in the bottom compartment of the cabinet.

Then, without anyone knowing, they transported the cabinet into the mall and placed it in this wood carving shop.

Finally, when the disciple completely lost consciousness and the door inside them exploded, it resulted in this D-level paranormal event codenamed the Julong Mall Mannequin Incident.

And the first force that Jiang Cheng thought of that had the reason and the ability to do this was the Night Watch.

Probably the paranormal events that happened in the cinema and the hospital morgue were also their doing.

These crazy bastards...

"Doctor, Doctor, come and take a look!"

Fatty's voice came from outside, sounding like he had discovered something. Jiang Cheng had just walked out from behind the curtain when he saw Fatty pointing to a spot, with Huai Yi looking tense beside him.

It was a corner of the wood carving shop, near which stood about a dozen mannequins.

"What did you see?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"A person, there's a person there!" Fatty's breathing became rapid. "No, it's a mannequin, a mannequin moved, the one at the very back, I saw it."

His gaze swept over the mannequins. Slightly different from the mannequins outside, all of these dozen or so mannequins were wearing clothes, and more than half were wearing hats, giving Jiang Cheng an unspeakable feeling in the dim environment.

Just as he was walking towards the mannequins, Fatty and Huai Yi caught up. "Let's go together," Fatty said cautiously, "we'll help you."

This time they examined it very carefully. The three of them worked together, moving the obstructive mannequins one by one. Finally, only the mannequin Fatty had mentioned was left.

The mannequin stood in the innermost corner, wearing ordinary cotton pajamas. Judging from her figure, she was a woman, slightly lowering her head, wearing an extremely mismatched baseball cap on her head.

The baseball cap covered most of her face, only revealing a pointed chin and a pair of scarlet lips.

"It's her, Doctor," Fatty said softly.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and saw the woman's bare feet standing in a pool of blood, and blood was still flowing down her pajama sleeves.

Walking forward, Jiang Cheng took off the woman's baseball cap.

The next second, a pair of lifeless eyes stared directly at Jiang Cheng's face.

The woman was probably around 30 years old, exuding an unusual aura, very similar to the ghosts in the missions.

But this time, Jiang Cheng didn't feel any danger.

This was an unprecedented experience.

Seeing that the woman didn't make any movements, Jiang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony. After nodding slightly to the woman, he took the initiative to grab the woman's hand.

Sure enough, he found traces of being tied up on her wrists and arms.

It seemed that the one sealed in the cabinet compartment by the Night Watch was this poor woman in front of him.

The woman's hair had been shaved off, and there were still wounds of various sizes on her scalp, both new and old, most of which had already scabbed over.

Suddenly, a hand poked Jiang Cheng's back. Jiang Cheng turned around and found Fatty looking at him with an almost tearful expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, all the surrounding mannequins had turned around, staring at them from all directions.

"Don't panic," Jiang Cheng said calmly, "if they were going to attack, they would have done it already, they wouldn't have waited until now."

"Are you sure they won't attack?" Huai Yi summoned his qilin arm countless times in his heart, but the guy in his door had been in a state of disconnection since getting on that bus.

Fatty had comforted him before, telling him not to worry, saying that he might have been scared to death.