Nightmare Attack

"There is no news yet." The man has a strong voice and sounds full of breath. "We have checked more than a dozen psychiatric hospitals near Beijing who have recovered and discharged patients in the past year, and we haven't found the person you mentioned."

"Expand the search range," a wave flashed between the girl's eyebrows, "and," she paused for a few seconds, and added: "That person is likely to be followed by a fat man."

"Fatty?" The man replied, and then he seemed to react, and said with a wry smile: "This isn't anything special. Fatty can be found everywhere."

"But this fat man is different." The fat man's amazing coordination ability that is seriously inconsistent with the body flashed in the girl's mind. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, and finally said: "This fat man is very flexible, please pay attention to it. "

The phone side obviously froze for a while, and finally answered perfunctorily.

The man can't figure out that a fat man can get there flexibly.

The girl hung up the phone.

The interior of Nuo's big bedroom was quiet again.

She simply tied her scattered hair into a ponytail, and the girl jumped out of the bed without wearing slippers, and walked barefoot to the wide French window.

He opened the light-colored window screens, and the afternoon sun reflected on her face.

The girl squinted slightly and looked out the window.

She was only wearing a thin burgundy pajamas, and under her fair and almost transparent skin, she was just as someone described as a delicate body that was not exquisite.

Standing here, she didn't worry about being peeped, because there was only a blue lake in front of her eyes.

A few minutes later, consciously conscious, she slowly moved away from her sight. About two meters away, she supported an easel and covered a whole piece of fur of unknown animal on the solid wood floor.

There is a sketch on the easel.

Use simple brushstrokes to outline a young man.

The precise brush strokes that are like sculptures test the artist's skill, but with just a few strokes, the charm of a man is on the paper.

There is no choice to look like, it is the type that rich women can't put it down.

The girl leaned in front of the French window, turned her head against the light, stared at the painting for a long time, until her eyes became a little bit cold, "Mr. Yin." All right."

......

"Aqiu!"

"Aqiu!"

There were people coming and going in the market, and the fat man walked around with the basket alone and touched it to his right. He had sneezed no less than 20 so far.

Some vendors couldn't help putting on masks after seeing the fat man approaching.

Is it the doctor thinking of me?

This was the fat man's subconscious thought, but then he was frightened by his own subconscious thought, "Fuck! Why did I think of the doctor in the first place?"

This idea was terrible. The fat man hurriedly carried his little basket and walked a few steps quickly. He believed that the high probability is that the magnetic field here is not right, which affected his thinking.

The vendors were so terrible. After the fat man walked far away, they took off their masks in unison, and then shouted their own vegetables.

After strolling around, the fat man first bought some small seafood like shells and prepared to make a spicy stir-fried scallop, and then bought a fish in the old place.

The experience of buying fish was very smooth this time. The boss saw that it was him and didn't linger. He directly fished out a half-dead fish and said, "Just this one. Don't wait for it to die. I will sell it as death. "

The fat man was thin-skinned, and he wanted to make a slight excuse: "It's okay." He licked his lips, looked at the boss and said, "I can wait."

"Don't wait, or you stabbed it to death," the boss had already packed the fish as he spoke. After throwing it on the electronic scale, he passed it to the fat man, and then he urged: "It's just a fish, no It’s time to experience so much."

"Then...thank you boss."

"Eat well and come again."

The fat man carried a basket of small vegetables, fish and shells in his left hand, and pork ribs already cut in his right hand, and walked on the way back to the studio.

For him and the doctor, these are enough for a great meal.

The sun was slanting, and he had been shopping outside for a long time, not to say how far the road was, but there were too few reasonable merchants in the vegetable market.

Either you don’t allow counter-offers, or you don’t allow picking.

There is also one that does not accept counterfeit currency.

The fat man carefully grasped the fake 10 yuan given by Zhang Jiangcheng, and was trying to find a place to throw it away, so as not to recirculate it to harm others.

As a result, he turned and found that he was not far from the studio.

Before he walked to the studio, he saw a sports car passing by his side, then slowly reversed and stopped firmly in a parking space in front of the studio.

Seeing this scene, the fat man trot over immediately and shouted at the sports car: "This is a private parking space. No parking is allowed. Could you please find another place to park?"

Since the fat man first came to this place, he hadn't seen a car parked here.

Not even temporary.

Every time Pi Ruan comes, he finds a parking space for a long time, or asks his secretary to drive around in a circle.

This is the rule.

It was the doctor who told him, and the rules were probably set by the doctor~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Purpose... He has been doing too much lately, he has no energy, and he doesn’t bother to think about it. Anyway, the doctor said, then he has to do it, who Can't come.

The fat man frowned, but the visitor didn't seem to want to give him this face. After stopping the car, one side of the scissor door was raised. The next second, the fat man's pupils trembled fiercely.

He saw that it was a woman who got out of the car.

Not just a woman, but...The fat man searched for all the adjectives taught by the Chinese teacher from the kindergarten class to the junior high school graduation, and finally defeated.

"Fuck!" The fat man blurted out.

The woman is dressed in a light-colored cheongsam, with brows and eyes like daisies. The body under the cheongsam is lumpy. One point is more slender, and the other is thin. The hand holding the car key is like a lotus root, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. .

The long hair was simply rolled up and turned into a bun at the back of his head, and a smudged Luo Yunchai was inserted into the bun just right, giving the woman a trace of indispensable beauty.

The faint scent filled the surroundings, and the fat man felt like he had returned to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion thousands of years ago, where he was lying on the red platform, drunk and dreaming of beautiful women.

It turns out that from now on, the king who was not in the early reign... was so happy before he died.

The woman's eyebrows are picturesque, but there is no charm on her body. The fat man can't even imagine what a woman should look like when she laughs, for fear that it will be breathtaking.

At this moment, her eyebrows are frowning, her eyes are not clear or opaque, and she passes in front of him indifferently.

To put it bluntly, the woman directly ignored the fat man who was stuck in place, and then walked along the steps to the front of the studio without knocking, so she went in naturally.

When pushing the door, he feels like going back to his own home.

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