Chapter 14 Can't Tell Who is More Dangerous

"Are you okay?" A voice sounded beside Jiang Cheng, accompanied by a faint fragrance. Lin Wan'er looked at him and asked.

Strangely, after hearing Lin Wan'er's voice, the messy thoughts in Jiang Cheng's mind seemed to be suppressed in an instant, and even the stinging pain in his head subsided a lot.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said in a comforting voice, "Much better."

"Don't think too much, things will always be resolved." Lin Wan'er's tone was convincing. "Rest early, there's still business to attend to at dawn."

Because of Zhao Xingguo's death, they were safe for a short time.

They opened another room opposite this one. Although it was not large, it had a good view. They also had to guard against being targeted by people hired by the Feng family at great expense.

Lin Wan'er took Jiang Cheng and Fatty to the new room.

Huai Yi originally wanted to follow, but first, Lin Wan'er had no intention of bringing him, and second, he had just argued with Fu Fu. Now, if he left in a hurry, it would seem like he was afraid of her.

Thinking of this, Huai Yi, who had already stood up, sat back down stubbornly.

Although Fu Fu looked strange, there were more than just the two of them here.

Pi Ruan was also there. If a fight really broke out, he would have a helper.

Thinking of this, Huai Yi felt much more confident. "Brother Pi Ruan," Huai Yi generously patted the spot next to him, took the opportunity to glance at Fu Fu, and deliberately said loudly, "Come on, let's fellow sufferers sit together!"

"Okay, okay." Pi Ruan grabbed his clothes and walked over to sit next to Huai Yi. The two of them stared at Fu Fu together with a common hatred.

But after a while, Huai Yi rubbed his arms and suddenly felt a little cold. "Why do I feel even more insecure?" He swallowed, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his head.

It seemed... it seemed that it was not Fu Fu who was being isolated, but him.

...

The atmosphere in the other room was relatively much better. This room was considered very clean, with two simple wooden beds, covered with two quilts that looked fairly clean.

"We can't let our guard down tonight either." Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, "The Feng residence is very strange. I suspect there's also a problem with the portraits."

"Most importantly, the straw figure that killed Zhao Xingguo is gone."

After hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Fatty swallowed nervously, his small eyes constantly looking around. "Doctor, you don't mean to say that the straw figure came back with you, do you?"

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng shook his head. "I don't know. My head is very messed up right now, and there are still many clues that I can't sort out."

"But one thing is certain, Liu the Cripple is related to the ghost." Jiang Cheng recalled, "When we were leaving, we heard a strange footstep near the mourning hall. It was Liu the Cripple."

"But the situation at the time was very strange. We could only hear his footsteps, but we couldn't pinpoint his location. We didn't dare to chase too deep, so we retreated first."

Everyone was not surprised by this result. There were too many suspicious points about Liu the Cripple. After gathering information from various sources, everything pointed to this strange fellow.

Among the three, Lin Wan'er was always the most relaxed. This had nothing to do with the situation. Those who knew her would understand that this woman always had a lazy appearance.

Jiang Cheng and Fatty were both used to it.

Lin Wan'er stroked her chin and said, "Luo He said some of his views before he was taken away. The ghost's killing method is bewilderment, dragging people into dreams. He guessed that fainting caused by external force might avoid being dragged into a dream by the ghost."

As if by conditioned reflex, the words "external force" couldn't help but send a chill down Fatty's neck. He immediately looked at Lin Wan'er, his expression panicked.

And what was even stranger was that his neck unknowingly tilted to one side, and he couldn't straighten it back.

Jiang Cheng seemed much calmer. He thought for a moment and finally nodded. "We can give it a try, and the ghost just killed someone, so it's relatively safe now."

"But we have to leave one person to keep watch at night." At the same time, he emphasized, after all, the danger now does not only come from the ghost.

Lin Wan'er nodded. "I'll keep watch."

The next second, in Fatty's bewildered gaze, Jiang Cheng swayed and fell down, landing right on the bed.

Lin Wan'er withdrew her hand and looked at the trembling Fatty beside her.

"Boss Lin... please wait a moment." Fatty's face was full of refusal, and he hurriedly said, "I have something to say."

Lin Wan'er smoothed the stray hair at her temples, then took off her hairpin. Her dark hair spread out like ink. She bit the hairpin and quickly coiled her hair up behind her head with both hands, tying it up neatly.

After doing all this, when she raised her head again, her aura instantly changed from charming to stern. There was no trace of emotion in her pair of clear, long eyes.

Fatty stared at the woman in front of him, and for a moment, he actually felt a little unfamiliar.

Even... dangerous.

Immediately afterward, before he could speak, a white light flashed before his eyes, and Fatty fell to the ground with a "plop," losing consciousness.

After casually dragging the unconscious Fatty to the front of the bed and dropping him, Lin Wan'er turned around and walked to Jiang Cheng's bedside, just standing there, looking down at him.

The candlelight flickered like a bean, constantly dancing in the dim room, reflecting Lin Wan'er's profile, sometimes visible and sometimes not.

If Fatty wasn't there, a man and a woman, the scene might even be a bit romantic.

Reaching out, Lin Wan'er slowly unbuttoned her windbreaker, and took out a very small object from a position close to her chest, shaped like an earphone, with a metallic luster.

She casually hung the device on her ear, and after touching it with her hand, a small red light lit up, and after a moment, it turned blue.

The lazy state disappeared. The current Lin Wan'er was like a cold-blooded killer, her cold and clear temperament spreading out, actually suppressing the candlelight a bit.

A "hissing" electrical sound came from the earphone. Lin Wan'er stared at Jiang Cheng's face with his eyes closed and said, "Start recording."

"Operation code: Abyss."

"Target: Enter memories, find the lost Gate of the Abyss."

"Execution count: 77th time."

"Executor: Lin Yuan, person in charge of the Watchman Abyss Project."

"Special attention: Recently, there have been signs of recovery in the target's memory. After exploring, promptly seal the memory and reinforce the memory lock."

"And adjust the interval between each exploration from one full month to three weeks."

"Special Attention 2: It has been confirmed that Deep Red No. 3, Luo He, No. 4, Wei Jinting, and No. 8, Fu Fu, have simultaneously infiltrated this mission."

"In addition, there will be other Deep Red members to meet near Graystone Town."

Taking a deep breath, Lin Wan'er reached out with her left hand and covered Jiang Cheng's forehead. A strange halo surged out, like an ice-blue river, flowing into Jiang Cheng's head.

"That's all for now." Lin Wan'er closed her eyes. "Recording complete."

The next second, Lin Wan'er's figure appeared in the long river, her windbreaker fluttering, revealing a plain qipao that echoed the river water, as if she had stepped into history.