Trap

Until this moment, Fan Li, who had boarded the bus first, also noticed that the fat man from Jiangcheng had not followed. He turned around, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

But the fat man had no mood to care about him at this time, because he found that Director Zheng in front of him was staring at Jiang Cheng, his face turning more and more unsightly, and his eyes becoming more and more resentful.

A few more seconds passed, and without seeing any movement from the driver, the door slammed shut with a "bang".

The speed startled the fat man.

Then the bus drove away quickly, leaving only two deep tire tracks on the ground.

"No! No!" The fat man was frightened by Director Zheng's expression, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. After comparing the incident with Nuan Jie to the current situation, he cried out with some hindsight: "This is a trap! Director Zheng is not human either, he's a ghost!"

Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention to the fat man, he only watched the bus disappear, and finally said softly: "Goodbye."

Back at the villa, Jiang Cheng went straight to the iron door leading to the third floor. The fat man tried to ask Jiang Cheng some questions several times, but never got a chance to open his mouth.

Jiang Cheng reached out his hand, and the iron door actually opened.

It was not pushed open by Jiang Cheng, but a hand from inside twisted the door lock and then pulled the door open.

"It's you!"

As the door opened, the fat man exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Xiaomeng, who appeared behind the door, still had that innocent look. She pulled open the door, Jiang Cheng walked in first, and the fat man hesitated for a moment before following.

Just as Nuan Jie said, the third floor was indeed a darkroom, with no windows, and the only lighting was two white candles as thick as a baby's arm.

But by the faint candlelight, it could be seen that the room was very large, even larger than the master bedroom, and a few meters away, a pure black iron door was embedded in the wall.

At the same time as seeing this iron door, the fat man's heart finally completely settled down.

The black iron door gave him an indescribable eerie feeling, and this feeling could not be faked.

"I'm very curious how you discovered that was a trap?" Chen Xiaomeng sat in a chair, one hand supporting her chin, the other hand vaguely pointing in the direction behind the villa.

She didn't look nervous at all, and there was even a trace of excitement in her eyes.

Of course, not for the fat man, but for Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng sat in the chair opposite her and said, looking at her: "Although you arranged it very realistically, leaving a rope on the stairs, cutting off the hemp rope in the storage room and hiding them behind the firewood, creating a false impression that you escaped through the back door of the storage room."

"But what I find strange is that if you have already left, why would the ghost disguised as Nuan Jie appear in your bedroom, which doesn't make sense."

"Also, the master bedroom where you slept has been meticulously cleaned up, and I can't think of a reason why a ghost would need to do that either."

Chen Xiaomeng smiled, "But even after saying so much, you were still tricked out of the villa by us, except that you didn't get on that bus at the last moment."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "You're wrong."

"Oh?" Chen Xiaomeng laughed even more happily, her eyes narrowing into crescents, "Where am I wrong?"

She regarded Jiang Cheng as a stubborn dead duck, and hadn't met such an interesting person in the dream realm for a long time.

"There are three wrongs. First, I wasn't tricked out of the villa by you, I went voluntarily."

Jiang Cheng then explained: "The mud behind the villa retains tire tracks, but there are no footprints left by you walking, so you never left the villa at all, this is a deception."

"Second, only you deceived us, because Nuan Jie is already dead."

As he spoke, he took out something the size of a coin from his pocket and threw it in front of Chen Xiaomeng, whose smile had largely receded from her face.

It was a button.

Square, tortoiseshell material, quite rare.

"I found it in the master bedroom, and when I found it, there were still torn threads attached to it," Jiang Cheng said, "If I remember correctly, it's from Nuan Jie's coat."

"I think when I arrived at the door of your room, the ghost had just killed Nuan Jie, and this button flew out during Nuan Jie's struggle. After waiting for the ghost to leave, you cleaned up the room to prevent us from discovering that Nuan Jie was killed by the ghost, creating the illusion that you had escaped the mission."

After Jiang Cheng finished saying this, he closed his mouth.

Chen Xiaomeng's smile had completely disappeared from her face. After a long time, she asked in a deep voice, "What about the third point?"

"The third point is also the most important point," Jiang Cheng sat upright, his gaze level. Chen Xiaomeng and even the fat man standing beside him couldn't help but become nervous.

"I want to know...who gave you, this plain-looking, short-statured, self-righteous, stupid, foolish, and flat-chested idiot woman, the courage to scheme against me?" He looked at Chen Xiaomeng profoundly.

The fat man was stunned for a moment. He only knew that Jiang Cheng was a person who didn't follow common sense, but he didn't expect his tongue to be so sharp.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Chen Xiaomeng opened her mouth wide, unable to say a word.

"Alright," Jiang Cheng withdrew his neck and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, lifting his chin and saying, "Now, I ask, you answer."

"I'll answer your sister!"

Chen Xiaomeng grabbed the ceramic vase beside her and flung it over, but Jiang Cheng dodged it by moving his neck. Her face flushed red, looking like she was going to fight Jiang Cheng to the death.

After dodging, Jiang Cheng said unhurriedly, "I advise you to think carefully. This is a secret room, and there are only two of us, a man and a woman alone. If you don't do as I say, something very unfriendly might happen."

Chen Xiaomeng sneered, "Are you threatening me?"

The fat man licked his lips and interrupted, "Hey buddy, there's not just one man here, there's also me."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man and continued to say to Chen Xiaomeng, "Yes, there's also a fat man here, you consider it carefully."

Chen Xiaomeng's face gradually turned white, then she quickly looked back at the position of the iron door. At this time, Jiang Cheng's voice came over again, "Don't think about running, that door is 5 meters away from you, and I'm only 3 meters away from you. I think it's as easy as turning my hand to catch you."

Chen Xiaomeng laughed angrily, "The door will open in less than 10 minutes, I don't believe you'll do anything!" 

Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin, looking like he had suddenly realized something, "So there are still 10 minutes," he said as he stood up and showed a meaningful smile, "It won't take that long at all, 30 seconds is enough."

The fat man suddenly widened his eyes.

Chen Xiaomeng clenched her fists, not knowing whether it was from anger or fear, her body shaking. After a long time, she said through gritted teeth, "If you have any questions, ask."

Jiang Cheng smacked his lips and sat back down, looking a little disappointed.

"How did you open this door?"

Chen Xiaomeng glared at him fiercely and answered in a bad mood, "Yesterday after you left, the ghost that killed Nuan Jie dragged Nuan Jie's corpse here, and I followed it in."