Nightmare Attack

"By the way, the doctor," the fat man asked, "How did Chen Xiaomeng find us?" He blinked and asked tentatively, "It was Pi Ruan who sold you, right?"

"no."

Jiang Cheng and him briefly explained something, the matter was not very complicated, at least it seemed that the fat man should understand it.

"Then the background behind Chen Xiaomeng is also quite terrible," the fat man said with a bitter expression, and said with regret: "I knew this before. We shouldn't frighten her in the ugly mission before. Now it's okay. I will take my brother to take revenge. coming."

Jiang Cheng stretched out two fingers.

The fat man said with a frown, "Doctor, just tell me if you have anything to say. People are calling, and you are still in the mood to teach me here."

"First, I didn't take the initiative to provoke her, she wanted to cheat us first."

Fatty didn't have any objections to this. If it weren't for the doctor's eagerness, I'm afraid the two of them would have to follow in the footsteps of Sister Nuan and Fan Li in the first copy.

"What about the second one?" The fat man raised his head and asked curiously.

"Don't you think it is weird?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man with a strange look, and saw that the latter was tight. I......"

"Doctor," the fat man interrupted, struck his neck, "If you want to say that Chen Xiaomeng likes you or something, I advise you to shut up as soon as possible."

"I've seen the posture just now," he continued, "If you hadn't taken the advantage of an orphan, she would be able to take your hand and plan your family's grave."

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng was immediately unhappy.

"Crack—"

Before Jiang Cheng could quibble, he heard the door open behind him. There seemed to be something wrong with the door axis. When it opened, it made a long, half-dead sound, which was a bit harsh.

The dying sunset reflected in along the door, and the figure of the future man was pulling the old man.

"Da...Da...Da..."

A clean kick of leather shoes ended, and the visitor sat on the sofa very invisible. The fat man stared at the visitor dumbfounded, as if he could stuff a golf ball in his mouth.

"You continue," the middle-aged man with a scar on his lips took a sip from the water glass, and after putting it down, he calmly said, "I can wait."

It was a middle-aged man brought by Chen Xiaomeng.

A panic suddenly exploded in the fat man's eyes. He was watching this man being taken away by the police. How long has it been since the doctor was just released, how could he...

In the next second, he immediately looked at the position of the door. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone else.

Chen Xiaomeng and several other young people did not appear.

Unlike the panic of the fat man, Jiang Cheng did not have too many unexpected expressions. He looked at the middle-aged man who was as steady as a mountain, and asked faintly: "Where is Xia Meng?"

"Not here," the middle-aged man replied, "I locked her in the car, otherwise the situation will be very bad now."

The middle-aged man looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes and asked after a long while: "You don't seem to be surprised?"

"I can't say that, you are coming earlier than I thought." Jiang Cheng said.

"Really?" The middle-aged man smiled.

It's okay that he doesn't laugh. The fat goose bumps are all up with a smile. The middle-aged man looks like a stern look. At this moment, he smiles, and the corners of his lips stretch the scar on his jaw, which looks terrible.

"Tell me about your conditions," Jiang Cheng picked up the files scattered on the ground and dusted them.

Later, the file was returned to its place.

"After some time, she will enter a nightmare, I hope you will go with her," the middle-aged man said concisely.

"Xia Meng?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded, "I need you to protect her."

"What good is this for me?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

The middle-aged man put down the cup, a hint of impatient emotion flashed across his slashed face, "I won't kill you."

"You are really generous." Jiang Cheng stared, huh, huh.

"Fortunately," the middle-aged man nodded, "this is my bottom line."

"You are so awesome, why don't you go with her?" Jiang Cheng asked with a stern neck.

"There are too many people who know my face, we need a new face," the middle-aged man did not hide it, his waist was straight, standing there like a sharp spear, after a long while, he raised his eyes Say: "You are just right, and your mind and skill are barely enough."

Jiang Cheng hugged his arms, leaned against the desk, squinted, and finally said with a grin, "It seems that you are also being watched this time."

The middle-aged man did not speak.

"Who is the other party?"

Hearing that the middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa, at the last sunset, the light was not turned on in the room, and everything was shrouded in dim darkness.

Such an environment can't help making the fat man nervous, as if something big will happen in the next second.

"Have you heard of...Crimson?" The middle-aged man's tone changed abruptly.

I don't know if it was his own illusion. After the middle-aged man uttered these two words, many fragments suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind, like a door made of a mirror.

Shattered.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, and after a while, it dissipated like a cloud.

"No." He replied calmly.

"Huh—" The middle-aged man sighed. He didn't find anything worthy of his guard in the latter's eyes, which was also the point that worries him the most.

"The people there are lunatics."

The middle-aged man's eyes became far-reaching, as if he recalled what happened a long time ago.

"There is never a lack of lunatics in nightmares," Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man and said later: "Only lunatics can survive the mission. They are driven mad by nightmares."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's not the same."

"You mentioned them~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It seems that Crimson is an organization," Jiang Cheng said, rubbing his chin, "There are many members in it, and this organization called Crimson has enemies with you."

"I don't know how to describe it to you, but the word organization... is too specific," he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Cheng's eyes. The two eyes met, no one avoided, "In my understanding Here, Crimson is more like a will, and its members are all absorbed by this will."

"will?"

"Destruction, madness, killing, torture, violent..." The middle-aged man said in a speech, and then said again after a few seconds: "They are the product of all negative wills entangled together."

"For people who are in a nightmare, crimson... means despair."

"I will die when I meet them," Jiang Cheng frowned, "Is that right?"

"That's the best end," the middle-aged man exhaled. "There are still some people who will be hunted and tortured by them in nightmares," he paused, as if thinking of something, then said in a very low voice after a long while: " Use means you can't imagine."