Nightmare Attack

At the moment before the door closed, the fat man subconsciously wanted to call the doctor, but a sudden chill interrupted everything.

The hand that the fat man had just raised was in the air.

Intentionally or unintentionally, bits and pieces of the task popped up from the memory.

He still remembered that when he was walking with the doctor on the beach, the doctor leaned over and stared at the circles of snow-white waves. After a while, he said, "This sea...seems to be empty."

It was precisely because this sentence gave me so much shock that I ignored the doctor's next sentence.

Staring at a wave of brains coming up and another wave of brains receding, the doctor slowly said, "There is also a problem with the tide here."

It turned out that the problem was not the tide, but...this island.

That burst under the deep water, like a heartbeat from a burst, finally had a source.

Fear, madness, and confusion and hesitation, in just a few seconds, too many emotions flashed in the fat man's eyes.

Compared with doctors, he is a person with richer emotions, but when it comes to emotional management and suppression, he is much worse than doctors.

He began to feel tightness in his chest, as if someone pushed him to the ground, and then pressed pieces of bluestone slabs on his chest.

His chest was squeezed, and so was his lungs. He squatted on the ground, holding his head, breathing heavily.

Here...is it still the world he knows?

Did the weird invade this world, or... inadvertently, taking advantage of a corner of the curtain that had not yet closed, he spied the truth behind this world?

Perhaps... the world behind the door is also real.

And it's not what the doctor predicted. Everything about their world in the door is just a repetition of past history.

No matter what they do, they cannot change the course of history...

But he can be sure that the door has already begun to change them, at least he changed himself!

Because... the fat man held his hair in one hand, and controlled the other hand and raised it tremblingly, in front of him.

He stared at this hand, and a strange feeling that he had never felt before slowly emerged from his heart.

The next second, spread to the whole body.

Lie flat on the mattress, the quilt cleverly covered the position of his chin, Jiang Cheng breathed smoothly, as if nothing happened.

With his hands flat on his chest, the quilt was slightly up and down, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling, as if a person was hanging upside down on it.

If so, that person must have a face exactly like Chenran.

"Brother Hao, don't think too much about it, I just have a hunch, and my hunch has always been uncountable."

"Like this building, it feels alive to me, it feels like being in the belly of a monster inside, and I can't breathe."

"The knife is in your hand, and there is a big meal like mine for you to enjoy, you really... don't want to try it."

"Opportunities are not always there, trust me, while still in your hands."

......

Every word that the man had said was swiped in Jiang Cheng's ear one after another.

And his micro expression when he said this.

Grinning mouth, exposed white teeth.

He is arrogant and extremely confident.

Especially... the look in his eyes when he stared at him.

Jiang Cheng always feels where he has seen it.

Maybe it's not him, just another person who is very similar to him.

But...who is it?

And why, with that look... staring at yourself.

There were constant pains coming from deep in his mind, and the darkness gradually blinded his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes.

......

Jiangzhou.

late at night.

A secluded private house on the banks of the Fuhan River in the south of the city.

Near the tall, closed iron gate, the middle-aged man sitting in the duty room was bored and swiping his cell phone.

There was an old dog lying on his side.

The old dog is quite human, knowing that the owner who lives in this house likes to be quiet or not.

So there was no word at night.

Unless you encounter some special circumstances.

Just like...now.

From the state of dozing, it immediately stood up, both ears stood up, and all the hairs were trembling.

But in the next second, someone smashed the dog's head with the rolled up magazine.

"It's almost alright," the middle-aged man who was the night security guard of the private house didn't even look at the old dog. He swiped his mobile phone with one hand and said in a reprimanding and threatening tone: "I just believed in your evil last time, and I was reckless. I lost my search and got scolded by the butler. Do you still want to lie to me this time?"

"Be careful, I ate all your dog food!" the middle-aged man groaned.

He is still very satisfied with this job. The host has little housework and repays a lot of money. Who doesn't like working for such a person?

If it's because this dog broke his beauty, it would really be...

"Wow! Wow!" The old dog rushed over, his forelegs stood up, leaned on the door, and kept pulling.

This frightened the middle-aged man, he ran over quickly, trying to control it, or at least shut it up.

But the old dog seemed to be mad, and he couldn't help barking his teeth, and his saliva flowed down.

It was the same last time.

But last time he was inexperienced. He thought it was a thief in the house, so he let the dog out, carried his baton, and chased after the dog.

But when he followed the place to see, the old dog was lying on the steps in front of the owner's house, barking at the inside.

Finally, the housekeeper was summoned, and screamed at the dog and him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, the middle-aged man also felt a strange smell.

No, not the taste.

It's... a subconscious judgment.

He felt that the building in front of him was somewhat different from before.

But he watched it for a long time and didn't find it.

The butler left a word, if something like this happens again, he's going to roll it out.

Finally, the owner in light-colored sportswear appeared.

She was a very delicate-looking woman, she was not tall and she was not very old, and she was not too old to say that she was a half-year-old girl.

I heard that the woman's parents passed away very early, but fortunately she left a very substantial family background.

I heard from a colleague with more seniority that the woman still has a younger brother, but it is said that he has a brain problem, so he rarely brings it out.

On weekdays, these brothers and sisters live in the simplest form, UU reading www. uukanshu.com so over time, there are even some harsh rumors.

The woman's expression was as cold as ever, and she didn't say much, she just told the housekeeper to deal with the matter as soon as possible, and don't delay her brother's rest.

But it wasn't until the man left and returned to the duty room that he suddenly reacted, and it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

But the woman is wearing sportswear.

Is she doing any sports?

alone?

it's wired......

Maybe this is the way of life of the rich. He turned around and closed the door, and was about to teach the old dog that got in trouble. He suddenly discovered that the old dog had wilted. Not only did he no longer bark, but he also retracted under the bed. .

A peculiar smell came out from under the bed.

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