Nightmare Attack

　　 "Doctor," the fat man said as he watched Jiang Cheng solve the second bowl of rice, "You eat slowly, no one will grab you."

　　 Jiangcheng poured himself a bowl of soup, gobbled it all down, put the bowl down, and satisfactorily took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. At this time, the fat man barely ate half of his first bowl of rice.

　　 Jiangcheng asked in a caring tone: "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

　　 The fat man glanced at the two small pieces of potatoes remaining on the plate and the lonely swirling cabbage leaves in the soup pot, slowly put down his chopsticks, "Doctor," he raised his head and said, "I recently lost weight."

　　 "Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Then I won't persuade you to eat."

　　 After the meal, the fat man went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. Jiang Cheng sat at the desk in the studio, and the crisp keyboard knocks revealed a little carelessness.

　　 After the fat man had washed the bowl, he sat on the sofa. While drying his hands, he asked Jiang Cheng whether this studio was only for patients' mental health problems. Jiang Cheng gave an affirmative answer.

　　 The fat man blinked, as if there was something wrong with him. "Doctor, I just saw a lot of medicines in the cabinet in the kitchen, but most of them are for trauma and pain relief. What are you doing with these?"

　　 Jiangcheng looked very healthy, and the fat man felt that he might not be his opponent even if he let go of eating himself. It was obviously not what he needed to use.

　　 Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng heard what the fat man said, as if he really thought about it, then walked to the kitchen and found a box of cool pain relief patches.

　　 tore open the box, Jiang Cheng pulled out a sticker from it, then turned around and stared at the fat man with a look of scrutiny.

　　 also lowered his head from time to time to look at the pain relief patch in his hand.

　　 The fat man was inexplicably seen by Jiang Cheng, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition in his heart, "Doctor," he hurriedly said, "What do you want me to do?"

　　 "Nothing," Jiang Cheng put away the pain relief patch, put it back in place, then walked back to the desk and sat down, as if nothing happened.

　　 The fat man still had doubts at first, but when he thought of nightmares, he felt that it didn’t matter.

　　 The afternoon passed so staggeringly. Taking advantage of the absence of customers, the fat man simply cleaned up the door and fell asleep on the sofa after returning.

　　 When he woke up again, the sky was already dark. The fat man rubbed his eyes and found that Jiang Cheng was gone at the desk. He turned his head and found that there was no Jiang Cheng in the kitchen. He woke up in a spirited manner.

　　 The sky is already dark, no one can say when the nightmare will come, and without Jiangcheng, any nightmare would be a disaster for him.

　　 "Doctor?" The fat man shouted.

　　 The surroundings were quiet, no one answered.

　　 The fat man panicked, just as he was about to look upstairs, the door suddenly opened, and a thin shadow came in first.

　　 Jiangcheng came in with big bags and small bags, and closed the door.

　　 "Doctor!" As if seeing hope, the fat man said excitedly: "Where have you been?"

　　 Jiangcheng handed some of the bags to the fat man who stepped forward. The fat man saw that there were small boxes inside, all of which were medicines he had seen in the cabinet in the afternoon.

"This is......"

　　 "Medicine," Jiang Cheng took off his clothes and put them on the hanger, turned his head and said, "Just put it in the cabinet you see in the afternoon."

　　 "Doctor, what do you buy so many medicines for?"

　　 Jiangcheng came to the shelf where the cases were placed, pulled out a red-marked case book, and replied casually, "Keep it for use."

　　 The doubts in Fatty's heart have deepened. Here is himself and him. Besides, no one is injured. Who is going to use so many medicines for?

　　 Suddenly, the scene I saw in the villa flashed in my mind. The fat man's thighs felt cold, and the cold sweat ran down in an instant.

　　 He guessed whether Jiang Cheng was a pervert, preparing to imprison him for a long time, just like a villa in the mission.

　　 Those trauma medicines and painkillers are prepared for me to prevent my death from serious injuries.

　　 The more the fat man thinks about it, the more he thinks it is possible, and Jiang Cheng's remarks that he wanted to go away at the beginning seem to be just wanting to go.

　　 No wonder he can crack the conspiracy of the villa family so quickly, they are just the same kind of people!

　　 That's why I can see through their traps at a glance!

　　 He must find a way to escape here now, the sooner the better.

　　 Just as he grumbled his eyes and racked his brains hoping to find a reason that would not arouse Jiang Cheng’s suspicion and walk out of this studio, Jiang Cheng’s voice suddenly came: "No one would be interested in imprisoning and torturing a fat man."

　　 The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng suddenly, and found that he was leaning on the desk, flipping through the medical record book in his hand, without raising his head.

　　 Jiangcheng turned a page and continued, "The legs are on you, you can leave at any time, but I want to tell you, as long as you get out of this door, you don't have to think about coming back."

"Can I really go?" Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the fat man was a little bit undecided. Although the person in front of him looked strange and had a more biased way of thinking than normal people, he didn't seem to be that kind of brutal and evil. only.

　　 A few seconds later, the fat man made up his mind and said, "Doctor, I think it's better for me to stay. We can still take care of each other."

　　 He paused, licking his lips, embarrassed and said, "But can you tell me what these medicines do?"

　　 "Huh—" Jiang Cheng seemed to have solved the problem at hand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ put the case away, then looked up at the fat man, his eyes seemed to ask you if you really want to know.

　　 The fat man nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips reluctantly, as if after some serious thinking, "Okay," he sighed, "Then I will tell you, but you must not tell this secret, it is very important to me. ."

　　 Fatty was infected by Jiang Cheng's aura, and he became serious, straightened his waist, and the scene was solemn like an oath.

　　 He guessed that Jiang Cheng might be suffering from some kind of hidden disease, so he needed these medicines.

　　 I remember that when facing Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Cheng once said that 30 seconds is enough.

　　 He may not lie.

　　 The fat man suddenly began to sympathize with the good-looking man in front of him.

　　 He sighed that God is really fair. Everyone has pains hidden in the deepest part of their hearts and unknown to others, and now Jiang Cheng is actually willing to confide to himself.

　　 When he thought of this, the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng in his eyes full of encouragement, "Doctor, I'm ready, you can start."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Bandages are used to tie you up. Medical tape can seal your mouth well to prevent you from yelling and attract the police. Analgesics can ensure you stay awake when you are abused. I still have it. Two boxes of stimulants, but please understand, this thing is not easy to buy, and the price is relatively expensive, so whether it can be used depends on your good fortune," Jiang Cheng seemed to think of something suddenly, and continued: "Right, I I also prepared some hallucinogenic drugs to mix in the water you drink. Don't worry, I'll give it to you later."

　　 Fatty: "???"