Nightmare Attack

  Chapter 440 Corrosion

Late at night.

  In the working room, Jiang Cheng sat alone in front of the computer, with his fingers on the keyboard, tapping from time to time.

  The screen is full of people’s names.

  In this city, people who have recently disappeared.

  At a glance, there are dozens of them.

   is a terrible number for this small city that is not prosperous.

  And Jiang Cheng's eyes changed slightly, he suspected that this was only part of the missing.

  There are still some people’s names that have not been registered for various reasons.

  This is by no means an ordinary criminal offence, or a simple loss can be explained.

  The same as they used to be, they walked into the door that only appeared in their sleep, but they were not as lucky as they were. They were lost in the nightmare and never came out.

  He is used to describing these missing persons as lost.

   instead of death.

  Because it sounds warmer.

  Weird reasons.

  But he just thought it was appropriate.

  The rain outside tonight is heavy, pattering, like a big hole in the sky, and money-free rain is pouring down.

  He left the window deliberately.

  This way you can clearly feel the rain outside.

  I brought the thick work coat to the fat man. Although it would not be able to shield him from the wind and rain, there was no problem in asking him to insist on finding a hotel to live in.

  The fat man has money in his pocket.

  I hope he will never be stingy at this time.

  His eyes were retracted from the rain curtain outside the window, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and looked at the door pattern on his left hand, a strange breath spreading around him.

  Like a dark place, something is about to move.

  The feeling that this door gives him is not simply appearing in his hand, more not like the kind painted on it, but it has grown into his body and integrated with him.

  He didn't know how to understand this door, nor how to describe it. It was just a vision that appeared to him, which reminded him of a person.

  The middle-aged man next to Xia Meng.

  He once said to himself.

  Nightmare is the projection of real history in the dark. This distorted history is deprived of light and beauty, leaving behind regret, blood, brutality, and all kinds of negative emotions.

  And those murderous ghosts are the product of this nightmare.

  Every distorted history is an independent nightmare, and every nightmare will give birth to a corresponding ghost.

  The man looked into his eyes and said to himself these ghosts. That is the greatest benefit.

  He still remembers the look in the man’s eyes when he said this.

   Staring at the door, Jiang Cheng felt that what he said was still not specific enough.

  What he really wants to express should be the door in his hand.

   and things behind the door.

  In the dimly lit room, Jiang Cheng listened to two distinct heartbeats coming out of his body. He knew that from this moment.

  Everything is different.

  He has also been eroded by something.

  That thing is inside him.

  Hibernating quietly, waiting.

  Waiting for the moment of breaking out.

  He can even feel the malicious look.

  Because of deja vu.

  "Finally follow me out?" He breathed out, Jiang Cheng leaned back on the back of the chair, his whole body relaxed, but the muscles under his clothes were tightened.

"none?"

  As soon as the voice fell, he noticed that the guy in his body seemed to respond, and the other heartbeat that didn't belong to him became faster and clearer.

  In the end, it even suppressed Jiang Cheng's own heartbeat.

  Not sure if it was an illusion, he heard a vague laugh.

  Neither light nor heavy, as if from hell.

   "Da."

   "Da."

   "Da."

   There was a sound of footsteps at the location of the stairs, which were relatively flat and somewhat procrastinated. The people came downstairs as if they were kicking slippers.

  "Still not sleeping?" There was a gentle voice, like a sloshing spring water, Jiang Cheng was in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses.

  The chill that spread from the bottom of my heart also faded quickly.

  The time is not yet ripe.

  The guy in the body seemed unwilling to expose himself.

   Moved his gaze to the position of the stairs, where a slim woman stood.

  The woman changed her clothes, and her burgundy pajamas was draped obliquely on her body, revealing a lazy feeling all over her body.

   is like a precious cat.

  Lin Waner.

   is also the boss of Jiangcheng.

  She said to stay tonight, on the grounds that the rain outside was too heavy, and she was worried that she would be in danger when driving alone.

  The reason why he didn't want to worry about it, Jiang Cheng couldn't get anything cheap from this woman. After all, she taught her everything.

  How can a woman like this be in danger?

  Even if you meet those guys who don't have long eyes, the ones who are so dangerous are those who are right.

   "Why aren't you sleeping?" Jiang Cheng asked aloud after rubbing the position of his temples.

  Too many things have happened recently, and everything is full of weirdness and conspiracy, making him overwhelmed. At this moment, Lin Wan'er said that, he was indeed a little tired.

  Lin Wan'er looked at him, leaning one shoulder against the wall, the breath of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion spread, like the deadliest poison, "I can't sleep alone."

   Jiangcheng rubbed his face helplessly, seemingly wanting to reawaken some spirits, and after a while, he said, "Don't be like this, okay."

  Walking to the sofa, Lin Wan'er sat down and put one leg lightly on the other. Even in such a dim environment, it still glowed white.

  But Jiang Cheng seemed to be commonplace, and couldn't take the slightest interest.

  He casually tapped the keyboard in front of him, making a "click" sound.

   "Actually, you'd better go back to sleep." Jiang Cheng breathed out and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

  Lin Wan'er's legs swayed lightly, her pretty eyes squinted slightly, as if she was waiting for Jiang Cheng's next words.

   Forced to helpless ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Jiang Cheng took a sigh of relief and said in a guaranteed tone: "Even if I am sick, I will stick to my work and will not delay making money for you."

"real?"

"real!"

"Then why isn't the latest account right?" Lin Wan'er's lips curled up, and there was a beautiful light in her eyes. "When you received Nan Jin and the others, you drew a total of 9,000 yuan from the bar, but you didn't register the money. At least. I didn't see it."

   Hearing this, Jiang Cheng secretly scolded the bar owner for not talking about martial arts. He had said that before, but he turned around and sold himself.

  Wait next time I go there by myself, I must compile the love affairs of the bar owner into a paragraph, one section a day, and tell his wife.

   Stretching out a finger, Lin Wan'er tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with her fingertips. She did not show any impatience, but Jiang Cheng was under great pressure.

   "You gave Wang Fugui." Lin Wan'er's voice was very calm, and the charming breath was gone. Few people could see her.

   But Jiangcheng is an exception.

After all,    is the person who has been by your side all the time, and there are some similar essential things that cannot be hidden.

  (End of this chapter)