Nightmare Attack

Until the fat man came back with Jiang Cheng from the client's house, his mind was still a mess.

He secretly poked his eyes at the doctor who was competing with the sweet and sour fish, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

This is not a person...

At least not someone he can understand.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng unexpectedly rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to pack up the dishes.

This scared the fat man who was waiting aside, "Doctor," the fat man hurriedly stopped him, and said in surprise, "What are you doing?"

This makes him feel that his only existence here is gone.

"When you finish cleaning up, you go to bed," Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and added: "We sleep together, and then you remember to set the alarm clock and wake me up at 12 o'clock."

"You have to go out so late?" The fat man asked puzzled.

But he was also used to Jiang Cheng not giving an explanation, and after a brief cleaning, the two went upstairs to rest.

The fat man originally thought he could sleep in the bedroom, so he deliberately changed into his new clean pajamas, but Jiang Cheng stared at his new pajamas for a while, he made a "tsk" in his mouth, and then closed the bedroom door. .

Leave the fat man himself messy in the living room.

The first rule of survival for a fat man is to listen carefully to the doctor.

Good habits from nightmares are also retained in real life.

He set two alarm clocks very seriously, and the fat man fell asleep, half-dreaming and half-awake, was awakened by the alarm clock.

He chirped, and after waking up a little bit, he went to knock on the door of Jiangcheng. What he didn't expect was that the door was unlocked and opened with a light push.

Without rushing in, he dutifully stood at the door.

"Doctor," he stretched his neck and called softly, "It's time, are you awake?"

Jiang Cheng lay flat on the mattress, as if dead peacefully.

"No," he didn't open his eyes, only his lips moved, "I'm still thinking about it."

Fatty: "...Doctor, do you feel so happy after just one skin?"

But the fat man was very wise to know that the doctor must wake him up at this time not only for skinning, but also for important things.

He swallowed and asked tentatively, "Is anyone coming?"

"Customer?" He stroked down along this line of thought...

Immediately afterwards, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What kind of customers are inconvenient to come during the day, and they must sneak over at midnight?

The fat man instantly thought of the rich woman's favorite handbook on the case shelf.

Pooh!

It's a diagnosis of a rich woman's condition.

Most of them will get sick at midnight, empty, lonely and cold or something.

Immediately his eyes on Jiang Cheng changed.

Jiang Cheng didn't care what the fat man was thinking. He lifted the quilt and sat up slowly, then got off the mattress and stood up.

Then in front of the fat man, he took off his pajamas and put on a light sportswear.

The fat man stared at him suspiciously, and slowly, he saw some signs.

He widened his eyes and said, "Doctor, don't you want to... again tonight?"

"Have you enough sleep?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him, squatting down to tighten the laces, and interrupting his next words, "If you have enough sleep, don't sleep tonight."

"We just came out of the nightmare!" Fatty was about to collapse.

"Don't get excited," Jiang Cheng, who tied his shoelaces, took out the yellowed newspaper from the pocket of his previous clothes. After careful inspection, he put it away next to him, "I didn't plan to take you."

"No, doctor, it's not a question of whether or not to take me, you..."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng, who had checked everything, got back into the bed. The remaining temperature inside could not help making him groan comfortably. He lifted the quilt and covered his chin.

"I'm going to bed," he calmly said.

The fat man knew he couldn't hold on to the doctor, so even if he wanted to stop him, he finally gave up. Maybe... the doctor had his own plan.

"Then doctor, pay attention to your safety," he thought for a while, then suddenly reminded him, "Also, stop thinking about saving people this time, just take care of yourself."

"I see," Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, "Fatty, close the door from the outside, I'm going to...sleep."

In the darkness, Jiang Cheng's breathing was steady and symmetrical.

It's reassuring to listen.

Gradually, he really fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he stood up slowly, went down the stairs to the first floor, and pushed open the dark iron door again.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a cramped space.

A dim yellow oil lamp was burning above his head.

I don't know if it is because of the wind or the fuel itself, the flames light and dark.

The ceiling is very low, and through the dim light, spider webs can be seen all around the ceiling, but fortunately, no spiders that match the spider webs have been seen for the time being.

From the bottom of his heart, he loathed those guys who had many legs and sold cute furry all over.

It's low and dark here, and he sniffed his nose, accompanied by...strange smells.

He is no stranger to this smell.

Slowly, he lowered his head and finally confirmed where he had come this time.

"..."

He is in a very cramped toilet.

Not only cramped, but dirty.

Unknown yellow stains were splashed on the surrounding walls.

There was only a thin wooden door in front of him, and there were many burnt black marks on the lower part of the wooden door.

He held his breath, opened the door, and walked out.

A few steps away ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ When he pushed open a green iron door, a hall-like place appeared in front of him, with an area of ​​more than 100 square meters.

The ground is dark, I don't know if it is cement or some special material.

All in all very rough.

The tables, chairs and benches were also full of age, and even the nearest table was covered with cracks, with residual smoke and oil stains on it that could no longer be wiped off.

In Jiang Cheng's impression, he has never seen such a place in the future. He has only seen similar scenes in movies or TV series. They are all old dramas in the 70s or 80s with filters.

It seems that this time, the span of time he traveled is relatively long.

He stood there and looked around briefly. This should be a hotel of a decent scale, and this floor is considered to be a self-operated hotel.

He found the name of the hotel in a conspicuous place.

Anping Hostel.

The surrounding environment has been confirmed, and the next step is to rendezvous with the teammates in this mission.

Presumably they are also in this hostel.

There are not many people eating around, only three of the more than ten tables are occupied.

His gaze swept across slowly.

Everyone was bowing their heads to eat food, and no one noticed him.

He raised his leg and walked in one direction, where there was no door, only a white curtain blocked it.

As the only private room of this hotel, it is still simple.

I opened the blinds, and there were six or seven direct gazes from inside.

Jiang Cheng walked in, pulling out a chair and sitting down. The clothes inside were obviously inconsistent with this era. Like Jiang Cheng, they were all from the world decades later.

Counting Jiangcheng, no more, no less.

Five men and three women.

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