Chapter 19 Deeper Secrets

The night was deep, and Jiang Cheng sat alone at a small table in his bedroom. In the living room outside, the fat Huai Yi had already fallen asleep, emitting pleasant snores.

As if worried about attracting attention, he didn't turn on the main light, only a small desk lamp.

His shadow stretched long on the floor, but Jiang Cheng could sense that the aura within the shadow had disappeared.

Wu... should be resting too, right?

He carefully pulled open the bottom drawer and reached inside, expertly finding a clasp. Inside was a hidden compartment.

Opening the wooden panel to the compartment, he first pulled out several stacks of money, casually placing them on the floor. He continued to reach in until he felt a notebook.

...

Cool moonlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, coating the room in a layer of silver frost.

Jiang Cheng lay on the mattress, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, already asleep.

Everything in the room was blurred and peaceful, but a closer look would reveal a chilling scene.

Right next to the wall adjacent to Jiang Cheng, a black shadow lingered.

The shadow stared at the person on the mattress, a complex expression appearing in its blood-red eyes.

Jiang Cheng was asleep, it was certain.

As the shadow became more ethereal, it reappeared, standing in front of the small table.

The shadow hesitated for a moment, then, mimicking someone, slowly pulled open the drawer, found the compartment, and took out the stacks of money, until it found the small notebook.

The notebook's hiding place was much more concealed than the money, giving the impression that even if the compartment was discovered, it was hoped the intruder would just take the money and not delve into the deeper secrets hidden in the drawer.

The shadow lowered its head, staring at the notebook on the table.

It was clear that the notebook had been around for a long time, but it had been well-preserved, carefully wrapped in a book cover.

Opening the first page, a portrait came into view.

It was a drawing of a woman, tall and slender, with eyebrows like ink strokes. With a few simple strokes, the artist had captured the woman's curvaceous figure in a qipao (cheongsam) to perfection, showcasing their skill.

It was Lin Wan'er.

Wu had a deep impression of this woman, but couldn't see through her.

Slowly turning to the next page, it was still the same woman, but the background had changed. This time, it was just a profile, in a pose that suggested she was driving.

The next page was also this woman...

After flipping through more than a dozen pages, a new face appeared.

Wu was also familiar with this person, who could accurately be described as its defeated opponent, a man with delicate features, intentionally sporting a middle part, and a flattering smile on his face.

Pi Ruan, or Wei Jinting.

They had fought before, and the door within him was quite mysterious.

Next, Wu saw a simple and honest, chubby face.

In the drawing, Wang Fugui was lying on the sofa, sleeping like a dead pig. Even through the picture, one could feel his comfort at the time.

After flipping through a few pages, Wu couldn't help but notice that the amount of content related to this fat man was much more than it had thought, and what really attracted it were two of the drawings.

One was a drawing of him standing in front of a door, carrying a large bag, walking outwards.

Guigui In the drawing, the fat man only left a back view, his broad body slightly hunched. The first impression was that he looked like a stray dog ​​being driven out of his home.

Resentful, helpless, and because he still retained the last bit of stubbornness, he refused to look back.

The second one was the opposite of this one, it was a front view, the fat man was standing in front of a double wooden door, the kind of door you see in the ancient mansions in TV series.

The fat man stood outside the door, completely soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water. One could feel that his condition at the moment was very bad, very bad. He stretched out his hand, as if to pull someone out of the door.

What surprised Wu was the fat man's eyes.

It had never imagined that such a timid and fearful guy would, at some point, for a reason that had to be done, burst out with such a resolute momentum.

After that, some more people appeared.

There were not many people, and the content was only one or two pages. There were men and women, including Huai Yi, and Lin Muwan, the woman from the last mission. Sudan Novel Network

It could be seen that the people who could be drawn all occupied a certain position in Jiang Cheng's heart.

Its eyes became complicated again, and Wu's page-turning speed gradually accelerated, as if looking for something, but after Lin Muwan's page, all that remained was blank.

The light that had ignited in its eyes was extinguished again. After a moment, Wu gently closed the notebook, preparing to put it back in its original place, but just as it picked up the notebook, something strange caught its attention.

There was a clear crease on the corner of the notebook.

Following the crease to unfold it, there was a folded piece of paper sandwiched in the middle of the blank page behind it.

Carefully taking the paper out and unfolding it along the crease, the scene inside instantly solidified its originally ethereal shadow, and the hand holding the paper was shaking.

The background of the picture was a dim corridor, and a man in a black windbreaker, with a knife, stood upright like a battle flag.

Behind the knife-wielding man was a tall, terrifying figure, swinging an ax and chopping forward.

This man... was itself!

Wu immediately realized that this painting recorded itself replacing Jiang Cheng's shadow, blocking in front of the killer, and taking the killer's fatal blow for him!

After a long time, the shadow seemed to have just recovered, carefully folded the paper, then found the creased position on the notebook, aligned it, and put it back in place.

Then, seemingly worried about being noticed, it pushed it in a little more.

After doing all this, it put the notebook, money, etc., back into the compartment in the drawer in order, and finally gently closed the drawer, as if nothing had happened.

The curtains moved without wind, and the black shadow flickered, standing by the window.

Looking out the window through a transparent glass pane.

In the quiet night, the paranoia and madness in the depths of a pair of eyes quietly receded, and a ray of light appeared.

But this situation did not last long, and a sudden change broke everything.

The black shadow's body suddenly tensed, and then the tiny, spiderweb-like crimson cracks that Jiang Cheng had once seen reappeared.

Along the black shadow's legs, it quickly spread upwards, as if to swallow it.

The dark red eyes suddenly opened, and Wu's upper body became ethereal, like black flames burning, and strange figures flashed in the flames from time to time.

If you look closely, you will find a huge scarecrow, a wet woman, a terrifying male corpse holding an axe...

Wu was gathering all its strength to resist the red cracks.

Two forces, one red and one black, fought together. Wu's body was the battlefield, and the great pain seemed to tear it apart.