Nightmare Attack

"the other side......"

Wang Qi nodded, "It's not just me who thinks that way, but they are all the same."

"Who do you mean by them?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"I don't remember their names, my mind is very confused, and whenever I think of these, it is very confused..." Wang Qi said: "We generally don't call names, we use codes, numbers... ...."

Jiang Cheng quickly popped a name out of his mind, "Are you... Crimson?"

"Crimson red..." Wang Qi pondered for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he said after a while, "I don't know, but these two words are so familiar, I don't dislike them."

Jiang Cheng always had doubts about the fat man's identity, but as Wang Qi said, he also had an unspeakable affection for the fat man.

This is almost impossible for him.

He also thought about whether Wang Qi was lying to him, in order to gain his trust, or to divert his attention and seek benefits.

But intuition tells him that it won't be like this.

If he really wants to stumble himself, the opportunity in the strange talk is obviously more suitable. After all, he needs to face three people on his side after he comes out.

No matter how you look at it, he has no advantage.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to calm down, looked at Wang Qi, and asked, "Do you have any impression of the name Pi Ruan?"

"No." Wang Qi replied decisively, "I don't remember much of my name. There are only some broken images in my mind, fuzzy, long-term. I may have an impression when I see people."

Jiang Cheng walked to the table and opened the drawer. There was a paper bag he had brought back from the professor's studio. The paper bag contained rolled up drawings and a pencil for drawing.

"Swipe..."

Jiang Cheng leaned on the table and drew a portrait on the paper. It was not very detailed, but the characteristics were accurate.

"It's him." Jiang Cheng turned the painting upside down.

Staring at the face on the painting, he is a man, separated, with a flattering expression on his face. In fact, he looks pretty good, but he looks a bit more...

After a while, Wang Qi seemed to recall something suddenly, "Yes, I have seen him, he is with us, but he is not called Pi Ruan, he is called...Wei Jinting."

"Wei Jinting..."

"Pi Ruan is Wei Jinting!"

Countless pictures emerged, mingled together in Jiang Cheng's mind. Once in Wu's mission, there was a guy named Wei Jinting.

He had heard the narrative of the fat man at that time, Jiang Cheng was still wondering how the fat man sneaked into the attack and knocked out such a tricky guy.

I think of Pi Ruan's hatred of seeing the fat man in the studio again, and for a while, many places that I couldn't figure out before are connected together.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Cheng himself felt incredible.

After the appearance of the fat man, Pi Ruan's number of visits to him increased significantly, and he often gave the fat man favorite food.

It turns out...that's it.

The portraits were lined up, and Wang Qi respectively pointed out that he looked even more excited than Jiang Cheng, because it reminded him more and more memories.

In the May platform mission, Pi Ruan was finally rescued, that is, the two people from Crimson No. 4 Wei Jinting. The man was Luohe, Crimson No. 3, and the other grumpy loli was No. 8 Fu Fu.

As for why the two men did not hide their real names, Wang Qi could not explain.

The things he can remember are extremely limited. Most of them are fixed information such as names and identities. As for their crimson goals and action plans, they don't know one question.

"Wang Fugui is Crimson No. 10." Wang Qi raised his head, looked at Jiang Cheng's eyes, and said in a low voice, "And you, it's zero."

"Am I number zero?" The memory in Jiang Cheng's mind loosened again. He seemed to see the old spiral staircase and the door deep in the corridor.

"No." Wang Qi shook his head, "You are zero, this is your name."

It can be seen that when Wang Qi said this, his expression was also very strange, and it seemed that he could not figure out why.

In other words...this part of the memory about Jiang Cheng is buried in a deeper place.

As the conversation progressed, Jiang Cheng received more information, which also made him sure that he and Fatty were really all former members of Crimson.

And he and Fatty are very special two.

Pi Ruan is the crimson eyeliner buried beside him, and logically speaking, there is no need to expose it.

He was suspicious at the time.

Now after learning the true identity of the fat man, his doubts are finally answered. He took the initiative to expose himself in order to cover the fat man from lurking by his side better.

Although it sounds unbelievable, but based on the existing evidence and clues from various places, this is the most reasonable answer when intertwined.

Thinking of doing things everywhere under the crimson fame during this time, Jiang Cheng felt that this was not retribution?

"Would you like to see Wang Fugui?" Wang Qi asked: "I told him a little bit, but not so detailed. He has a very bad mood and is very resistant to his identity."

"Who are you?" Jiang Cheng asked: "I mean Wang Qi is your real name, and...what is your code name?"

Wang Qi let out a sigh of relief, "Wang Qi...it should be his real name, I'm not sure, as for my code name..." He shook his head, "I don't remember."

"You don't believe that I will forget my code name, right?" Wang Qi looked at Jiang Cheng, with a sadness in his eyes.

"I believe you." Jiang Cheng said.

"Go and see on the 10th, he has forgotten me, and he was very resistant to what he said to me. I had to use a little trick, but you can rest assured that I will never hurt him." Wang Qi sighed and said, "I know He still has memories of me, but it's buried too deep."

Wang Qi bowed his head and rubbed the position of his temples. His eyes were bloodshot. It seemed that saying these words caused great harm to his spirit.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound of Jiang Cheng's footsteps.

Wang Qi raised his head and saw that Jiang Cheng hadn't moved, and still sitting right across from him, there was a dead silence in his eyes.

It is this look ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ that makes people like Wang Qi feel scared.

It seems... as long as he falls into despair, terrible things will happen.

"Are you okay?" Wang Qi asked.

Jiang Cheng seemed to be awakened. He picked up the pen and quickly drew a portrait on the paper, this time it was a woman.

"She...do you know?"

Jiang Cheng describes a beautiful woman, and when Wang Qi saw the painting, his pupils tightened unconsciously, and he blurted out, "Sir?"

"She's also a crimson person, right?" Jiang Cheng gathered his fingers and grabbed the drawing paper. "Is it number 1 or number 2?"

"No, she doesn't belong to Crimson, she is..." Wang Qi racked his brains, as if looking for a vocabulary that could define this person, "The creator of Crimson."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Qi saw Jiang Cheng coughing violently, and then blood spilled from the corners of his tight mouth, but he quickly wiped it off.