Nightmare Attack

　　 Hearing the sound of going downstairs, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor, please sit down for a while, and the meal will be almost ready."

　　 Jiangcheng gave a vague "um", he walked to the sofa and sat down. The experience of last night was sometimes clear and sometimes broken in his mind, giving him a faint headache.

　　 He raised his head and realized that the office seemed to have been repaired.

　　The original side of the shelf storing the patient's case had a sign of collapse, so Jiang Chengtu simply wrapped it with wide tape to deal with it.

　　 And now the tape has been cleaned up, two long nails were used to fix the broken position, and the rust on the metal splint of the shelf was also removed by the way.

　　 The messy wires on the wall and overhead are also carefully separated, clearly fixed in the place where it should belong.

　　 A folding ladder leaned against the wall after being stowed. It should be worried about soiling the wall, with a piece of paper in the middle.

　　 On the floor of the desk was a piece of scrap newspaper. On the newspaper were a hammer, a pair of blunt-ended scissors, a roll of black insulating tape, and metal nails of different models.

　　 It seems that this is the source of the clanging sound in the morning.

　　 "Doctor," the voice of the fat man in the kitchen was very compact and lively accompanied by the sound of rushing water, "Are you spicy? I made braised pork ribs."

　　 "Yes," Jiang Cheng replied with a throat, "but you have to pay attention to it less. I have been prone to acne in my recent puberty."

　　 Fatty's movement obviously paused, but it quickly returned to normal.

　　 Jiangcheng leaned on the sofa, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. After taking a look at it, he swiped his finger to the right to connect to the phone.

　　 "Doctor Jiang," a man's voice came across from the microphone, listening very young, "Are you in the studio now?"

"exist."

　　 "Then I will pass now," the man said happily, "I'll be nearby, about half an hour."

　　 "Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, then hung up the phone.

　　 Fatty came out carrying the pot. The edge of the pot was very hot, so he wrapped the edge of the pot with a paper towel soaked in water.

　　 Even so, he walked all the way quickly. After putting down the pot, he couldn't help but immediately retract his hand, and the thick fingers showed a slight red color.

　　 realized that Jiang Cheng looked at him, the fat man smiled embarrassedly "hehe", and said that he hadn't found anything like a basin, so he had to do it first.

　　 "There are rags in the kitchen," Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

　　 The fat man froze for a moment, and after a few seconds he reacted and said that his finger was scalded. He couldn't help feeling a little moved at the moment, and said with tears, "Doctor, thanks..."

　　 but I didn't expect...

　　 "You don't need money for toilet paper," Jiang Cheng stared at the tissues he had used, curled his lips and said, "I still use so much at a time."

　　 "......"

　　 Even so, Fatty’s craftsmanship is indeed impeccable. Jiang Cheng ate half a pot of spare ribs by himself, and also dried two bowls of rice.

　　 If it weren't for the fat man's eyesight and his hand to **** the last piece of ribs, he might not know the taste of his cooking.

　　 "How is it?" The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng expectantly, "Doctor, my craft is okay, I learned this from the chef of Zuixianlou, and I was an apprentice for him."

Jiang Cheng put down the bowl, took out a paper towel and wiped the oil stains from the braised ribs at the corner of his mouth. "Normally," he hiccuped abruptly. After calming down, he continued, "But I think after all you have been busy for so long, I don't eat more. I'm afraid you will feel bad."

　　 The light in Fatty's eyes dissipated little by little, like a child who hadn't waited for the adult's praise.

　　 He quietly put away the pot and dishes, and returned to the kitchen.

　　 The sound of the stream is not as cheerful as it was at the beginning, dragging a long and complicated tone.

　　 Jiangcheng looked at the desktop that was wiped so that it could almost reflect the figure, and suddenly said, "Fatty?"

　　 The voice in the kitchen stagnated, and after a while, the fat man’s voice came out, "Doctor, you call me?"

　　 "I have a client coming over in a while," Jiang Cheng's voice was extremely calm, with a hint of unquestionable taste, "So I need you..."

　　 The fat man sighed, and replied after 10 seconds: "I see, I'll leave when the packing is finished," he paused, "Anyway, thank you doctor for helping me in the nightmare."

　　 After a short while, the fat man wiped his hands and came out from the kitchen. Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa and opened his eyes when he saw the fat man walk over.

The fat man took the work coat on the hanger and put it on again. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, he was suddenly interrupted by Jiangcheng. He slowly said, "There is a big supermarket near here. The ingredients are very complete. The most important thing is It's cheap."

　　 The fat man frowned in confusion, as if he always couldn't understand the man in front of him.

　　 "I want to eat stewed pork ribs tonight," Jiang Cheng said without shame, "because it takes more time to cook, so I need you to go back quickly."

　　 The perplexity on the fat man's face was gradually replaced by excitement, and he repeatedly promised, "Don't worry, doctor."

Later, the fat man disappeared in front of Jiang Cheng like a gust of wind. Jiang Cheng stood up, walked to the side of the case, and ran his finger across the book of cases, and quickly pulled out a copy of ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The cover of the case said Hu Yan. Two words.

　　 Open the case, it records Hu Yan's performance here at the beginning, in more detail, it even records Hu Yan's leg shaking movements, and the line of sight in a certain direction many times during the communication, which appears extremely vigilant.

　　 The direction she is looking is the position of the door.

　　 Hu Yan disappeared after dreaming of a door, and according to her, her sister was also. This is the same as Jiang Cheng’s experience, but it is also different.

At least Hu Yan and her sister were able to pass the news of dreaming of a door. Her sister told Hu Yan on the phone, and Hu Yan told Jiang Cheng face to face, which means that they did not dream of that door. Enter immediately to that door.

　　 But Jiang Cheng is different, so is Fatty. They entered the nightmare world the next second after dreaming of the door.

　　 When the knock on the door sounded, Jiang Cheng was sitting at his desk, flipping another case in his hand, and said without raising his head: "Please come in."

　　 The door was pushed open, and a very young man came in.

　　 A full set of Armani suits, tortoiseshell glasses, a shirt with a bronzing neckline, a blue and white striped tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes slammed on the old floor and made a brisk sound.

　　 is filled with the Florentine style that comes with Italian handmade leather shoes.

　　 "Doctor Jiang," the young man with his own aura ruined everything with a smile. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, his hair was combed into the middle, like the leading party in the Anti-Japanese War movie.

　　 He arched his waist slightly, flattering all over his face.

　　 Jiangcheng slowly put down the case in his hand, then raised his head and glanced at him, "Pi Ruan, is it your girlfriend?"

　　 "Yes," the young man laughed with him, "I'm so worried about this, don't you come to see Dr. Jiang again?"