Nightmare Assault Chapter 395: Sister

It was the missing ghost story!

The other stories had been found. Why would only one be missing? Jiang Cheng suspected the missing story was Lin Chen’s real cause of death. It might be related to the mysterious man in black. Based on Wen Qing’s description, Jiang Cheng came up with a profile for Lin Chen.

This should be a woman who came from an ordinary background. She lacked security, causing her to develop a great sense of reliance on others. She was introverted, innocent and kind. She was gullible and way too trusting. She cared so much about others that she overlooked herself. Due to her childhood environment and the weakness in her personality, she was easily controlled.

Lee Maoshen utilised these to fully control Lin Chen and use her to complete his plan. Of course, his ending wasn’t good. He became a part of his own videos.

Tomorrow, Jiang Cheng had to figure out what the missing story was, no matter what!

The dim room flashed. Then, there was a thunderous boom. It started to rain. Looking out at the rain, Jiang Cheng had a bad feeling. He rarely felt like this. It made him believe… something bad was about to happen.

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The first thing Banana Wolf did after returning to his room was to examine the place. The mission was about to end. He didn’t want any accident to happen so close to the end.

Liu Guo was dead. Wei Jingting was probably the same. He called their rooms and had the same result as Jiang Cheng. If he were careful, he would be fine.

As for Wu… Banana Wolf had his own understanding. He was 50 percent sure that Wu was a ghost who had mixed into their company. How did Wu manage to avoid the rules and start the mission as a player? Banana Wolf had no idea. He hadn’t encountered this situation before. However, if he could survive this mission, he’d know for sure.

Sitting on the couch, Banana Wolf shut all the doors and windows and turned on all the lights. Only the bathroom light remained off. He sat there to parse the information he had, but for some reason, a woman’s figure kept appearing in his mind. Her voluptuous body and… her crimson lips. Sister Qing had it bad. She was harmed by Lee Maoshen and became like this.

Seeing the pictures in her bedroom, it was hard to imagine how many dark hours she had to suffer through. She was unfairly blinded by hatred for so long. He once promised her that he’d capture Lee Maoshen so that he could be properly punished. He wasn’t just saying that. He planned to do so.

Sister Qing was a wonderful woman. She didn’t deserve this. Those who harmed her needed to be punished. Banana Wolf’s eyes sharpened.

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It poured outside Room 808. Unlike the other rooms, this place was decorated nicely. There was a small balcony. When the weather permitted it, one could dry one’s laundry out there. Adjacent to the balcony was the bedroom. Currently, the bedroom was dark. However, there was a bit of light from the living room.

It was a small nightlight that was stuck to the wall. The light was yellow. It radiated a sense of death. There was a large easel in the living room. A figure sat before it. If someone were there, they would realise the figure was strange. The arms dangled weakly, and the legs were closed. The person looked obedient, and they wanted to curl themselves into a ball. The paintbrushes were set to the side. The whole situation felt uncomfortable.

The figure kept trembling. The wooden chair on which it was seated creaked.

“Please… please let me go…” The figure shivered like water. This was a young woman. “I cannot draw what you want anymore.” The woman cried. “Please stop. Don’t do this anymore…”

The figure turned to look at the couch.

There was a flash of lightning. The empty couch suddenly had a black shadow sitting on it. No. The shadow had always been there. However, it didn’t speak or move. It appeared to be a manifestation of stillness. It melted fully into the dark.

Once the shadow appeared, a heaviness from the sedimentation of time started to spread. It was suffocating. The woman gasped for air. It felt like someone had submerged her underwater. She fell into the deep sea or was trapped inside an endless tunnel. There was nothing but despair.

The shadow appeared to be born from darkness. It would eventually return to darkness. It raised its head to reveal its deep red eyes. When the next arc of lightning crossed the sky, the black figure appeared behind the woman.

The lightning lit up the canvas. It was a painting of a man seated before a laptop. The background was a messy bedroom. The man looked nervous as he raised his jaw. One hand grabbed his upper jaw and the other his lower jaw. Veins burst in his eyes. His lips showed signs of tearing.

Red paint flowed on the canvas. It was shocking. It gave the feeling that it was not paint but blood.

The pure back trenchcoat draped down. The man leaned close to the woman. He had a handsome face, one that looked like it had been painted on. Two hands landed lightly on the woman’s shoulders. His fingers were tapered. This simple and intimate gesture caused the woman to shake harder. Her breathing quickened.

The man lowered his head and nestled his chin in the woman’s hair. “I will not let anyone hurt you.” He whispered intimately, “After all, you gave me life, sister.”

The man looked at the painting. Liu Guo, who had died, started to move. “Therefore, please continue your creation.” He smiled. “We need… more ghost stories.”

The man turned around and glanced at the bedroom. He uttered, “We have a guest. I shall go handle them.”

CREAK

The balcony door opened. The wind and rain blew into the room. A person silently appeared behind the door. Lightning flashed behind him.