Nightmare Attack

　　 "Doctor, don't scare me," the fat man said with a bitter face and trembling: "Don't look at my strong growth. I'm all puffy. You can't help being scared at all."

　　 Jiangcheng glanced up at him, as if he was thinking that the food made by the fat man was really delicious, so he let him go and did not continue.

Since being with Jiang Cheng, the fat man’s nerves have become much more severe, and after a while, he started to jump alive again, "Doctor," the fat man licked his lips and asked in a low voice: "You said tonight we will still have it after we fall asleep. Entering a nightmare?"

　　 In the nightmare, every step of murder, that kind of weird but extremely real feeling makes people shudder.

Jiang Cheng, who was busy hanging up his wet clothes, stopped his work, thought for a few seconds and then returned: "It shouldn't be. Although our physical strength can be fully recovered after being free from the last nightmare, the energy spent is not available. recover."

　　 The fat man understood what Jiang Cheng meant. He meant that the energy spent in a nightmare cannot be recovered like physical strength. If this goes on, they will become more and more tired and eventually consumed by the nightmare.

　　 They learned from Fan Li and Sister Nuan that although nightmares are terrible, they often leave a ray of life. This is obviously inconsistent with the rules of nightmares.

　　 "That's good," the fat man exhaled for a long time, before speaking again: "I'm still thinking about whether to stand firm and stay awake tonight."

　　 "It's meaningless," Jiang Cheng shook his head, "You can last a few nights at most. When you can't stand to sleep, you will die in a nightmare."

　　 This dead word instinctively taught the fat man a cold back. He quickly explained that he was just complaining and would not do that.

　　 "Drink coffee?" Jiang Cheng wiped his hands and walked to the kitchen, and asked when he passed the fat man.

　　 The fat man was a little flattered, "Then I will trouble you the doctor."

　　 The clanging sound came from the kitchen. Jiang Cheng reached out and took two cups from the shelf with coffee cups, "American, Italian, latte, or cappuccino?"

　　 The fat man said in a little embarrassment, "Doctor, I don't know much about coffee. I usually drink instant coffee that costs 1 yuan and 1 bar in the supermarket. How about you make me a cappuccino."

　　 "I'm sorry," Jiang Cheng said, "the cappuccino is gone."

　　 "Then change the latte."

　　 "There is no more latte."

　　 "American?"

"no."

　　 "The Italian style is fine," the fat man shrank his neck, "Thanks for your hard work, doctor."

　　 "It's not hard," Jiang Cheng replied, "because there is no more espresso."

　　 The fat man was stunned, "America, Italian, latte, or cappuccino? So what do you have?"

　　 "Instant," Jiang Cheng walked out of the kitchen with two coffee cups, "but I have to correct you. Now the retail price of this item is 1.5 yuan, not 1 yuan anymore, it has increased in price."

　　 "Only instant, what do you want me to choose?" Fatty said excitedly.

　　 Jiangcheng sat opposite the fat man, took a sip from the coffee cup, and said slowly, "Because life requires a sense of ritual."

　　 The fat man felt that it was useless to argue with Jiang Cheng. In order to prevent Jiang Cheng from going around again, he wisely chose to shut up.

　　 "Hurry up and drink it while it is hot," Jiang Cheng said, "I didn't put too much sleeping pills this time. You can taste the saltiness first, and I will know it next time."

　　 Fatty: "..."

　　 The night is getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance are lit up a little bit. Through a half-open glass window, you can see the feasting and greenery of the outside world. The fat man squeezed his chin and was dazed by the window.

　　 Thinking back to the bit by bit in the nightmare, I cherish the beauty of the real world more and more.

　　 Jiangcheng was alone on his office chair watching a horror movie, eating French fries dipped in ketchup, he called Fatty, but the latter was still alive and well.

　　 After watching "The Old Corpse in Mountain Village", Jiang Cheng almost fell asleep.

　　 I opened my eyes and saw the fat man curled up on the sofa, blocking his ears, and his face was uncomfortable.

　　 realized that Jiang Cheng was awake, and the fat man seemed to see a savior, released his hand and shouted, "Doctor, what movie you watched, that ghost is too scary."

　　 After listening to Fatty’s explanation, Jiang Cheng realized that it turned out that Fatty had heard a very strange singing, and then wanted to walk over to close the movie, but he was just catching up with Chu Renmei’s appearance.

　　 "The ghost you are talking about is called Chu Renmei," Jiang Cheng explained, "It is a suffering woman in feudal society, and it is also the prototype of Mr. Lu Xun's "La Traviata"."

　　 Fatty automatically blocked what Jiang Cheng said.

　　 Turned off the computer, and the two went upstairs to sleep.

　　 The fat man reported that it was a bit cold last night. Jiang Cheng found him a new quilt. The fat man seized Jiang Cheng's last chance to walk into the bedroom and told him that if he was scared after watching the horror movie, he could accompany him.

　　 Before the words fell, the bedroom door slammed shut, and then there was the sound of locking.

　　 The fat man slapped his mouth and lay down unwillingly. Jiang Cheng had reminded him before that it is best to put on clothes and shoes before going to bed.

　　 So the fat man took advantage of the sunshine to brush his shoes, and bought himself a pair of new sneakers while he was out shopping for groceries, which he was wearing at the moment.

　　The location of the studio is relatively biased, and it is very quiet at night.

　　 Jiangcheng habitually pulled the quilt to his chin, breathing smoothly and evenly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　His physique is very different from that of ordinary people. He is not that sensitive to heat and cold, and he rarely gets sick, and his pain nerves are relatively slow.

　　Sometimes he even feels like a tool person with no emotions.

　　 He fell asleep in a daze.

　　 I slept very heavily this night.

　　 An inexplicable melody echoed in his ears.

　　 is not classical, not popular, nor jazz. The melody of this piece is different from any genre he knows.

　　 This voice seems to have been born in darkness.

　　 was born in darkness, and returned to darkness.

　　 Jiangcheng felt that everything was leaving him, he seemed to sink into the depths of the ocean, and he seemed to have entered an endless tunnel.

　　 Despair, only despair, other than... there is nothing.

　　 There was a crisp cracking sound, like a pure black cloth being torn apart by brute force, Jiang Cheng suddenly woke up.

　　 He found himself standing on the corner of the first floor of the studio with a black iron door in front of him.

　　 The body gave orders before the brain. He stretched out his hand and opened the door in front of him.

　　 After a strange feeling of dizziness, his feet seemed to have found a support point again and stepped on a solid ground.

　　 There is a school-like building in front of me. It is not large in scale, and you can see the side at a glance.

　　 A few buildings stand quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun, pulling out dark gray shadows, quite romantic.

　　 He squinted his eyes at the sunset and judged that the current time in this world is about 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 I haven’t seen anyone else nearby, and the gate of the school has also been closed.

　　 He covered the dazzling sunlight with his hands, stared in the direction of the school for a few times, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction.