Nightmare Attack

The plan was perfect, but when it came time to actually implement it, Jiang Cheng hesitated after all. ReadМ

Staring down at the fat man from a high position, scenes from the past came to mind. To be fair, the fat man was kind to me.

It's really good.

Although he is suspected of being too big-hearted, he works hard and is very conscious. Whether in reality or in nightmares, he behaves very reliably.

It seemed that he had led him through nightmares again and again, struggling to survive in death, but only Jiang Cheng understood that without Fatty, it would be difficult for him to persist until now.

To give a more direct example, in ancient novels, if the fat man had not won the trust of the little beggar and could not get the real tips, everyone would have died.

This has nothing to do with ability.

Jiang Cheng once reviewed that mission and concluded that unless there was detailed information, the first reaction of both Crimson and the Night Watchman when facing the little beggar would be the same as his own, to find a way to catch her. , and then tried every means to pry her mouth open.

Instead of really caring about her from the perspective of this stupid fat guy, he also wanted to save her a meat bun.

Whatever was done in the nightmare will have all traces erased when you leave.

Besides, they don't have the patience.

They come here to survive, not to do charity.

And the result of doing this is that the group is destroyed.

Jiang Cheng also tried to consider the problem from Fatty's perspective, but after several attempts, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

It makes him feel stupid.

Extremely stupid.

The kind that was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

He really couldn't figure out how this fat man could survive to this day with such a big head, instead of being sold to a black coal mine in a remote mountainous area or something.

There are people who want people like this. Are the forces behind Fatty collecting rags?

The hand holding the handle of the knife clenched and unclenched. Jiang Cheng comforted himself to wait. It was not because he couldn't move, but because he couldn't find the most suitable angle.

The fat man snored happily, completely unaware that he was only one step away from turning into a corpse.

Finally, Jiang Cheng moved, his hand holding the handle of the knife stopped shaking, and a chill came out of his eyes, covering up all the scenes that had appeared before.

That's all.

The tip of the knife was slowly leveled and aimed at Fatty's throat. Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and took one last look at Fatty's face.

What I didn't expect was

The fat man opened his eyes drowsily, obviously startled by Jiang Cheng who suddenly appeared in front of his bed, "Fuck doctor, what are you doing standing here?"

Jiang Cheng panicked for a moment, and the tip of the knife he was about to stab trembled, "I"

It was already dawning. The fat man saw the knife in Jiang Cheng's hand. Then, his pupils narrowed and his expression became strange.

Can't wait any longer.

Just when Jiang Cheng made up his mind to stab it, the fat man suddenly raised his face, looked at the knife, and said in a surprised tone: "Doctor, where did you find this knife?"

"Look, I said I didn't lose it. The kitchen knife is in the kitchen, and no one has touched it. How could it be lost?"

"You must have thrown it away somewhere after using it." The fat man grunted and complained, "You kept talking back and refused to admit it, so I had to use that broken fruit knife to cut potatoes."

After saying that, the fat man stretched out his hand to take the knife in Jiang Cheng's hand. Jiang Cheng's tense arms finally relaxed, and the fat man took the knife away.

"Doctor." The fat man tried the blade with his hand and said, "This knife is so fast. You got up so early today. You must have gone out to sharpen the knife." He looked up at Jiang Cheng.

It's not yet 6 o'clock, and it's just getting dark outside.

According to Fatty's understanding of Jiang Cheng, he would not get up so early if he had nothing to do. Most of the time, he would wait until he had made breakfast before he would get up.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng said with a gloomy face, "I went out to sharpen my knife."

The fat man showed an expression like "I've seen through you already" and said, "Doctor, you must have secretly spent the counterfeit 10 yuan bill while it was dark and the sight was not good, right?"

"The old man who sharpened his knives got up so early just to earn some hard-earned money. It's not easy." The fat man frowned and said, "You also bully someone for his bad eyesight. We can't do such a thing."

After saying that, the fat man got up and put on his coat. He held a knife in one hand and took out a few pieces of 5 yuan and 10 yuan in change from his pocket. Go and give money to people.”

"It's okay. I just said you took it by mistake. When you realize it, ask me to make up the money." After saying that, the fat man took the knife and went downstairs.

Jiang Cheng was left standing alone in the shadows where there was no light, his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the fat man came back with a confused look on his face, he found that Jiang Cheng had gone back to the bedroom and the bedroom door was closed. "Doctor." The fat man came up and said through the door, "I didn't find anyone. I got up anyway. I want to go to the market." Turn around and the food in the morning is fresh.”

"Also, I found the kitchen knife. I can make the ribs. In addition to cabbage, what else do you want to add?" The fat man suggested: "How about yam, doctor? Yam nourishes the kidneys. Eat more of it. It will solve your problem." "

After waiting for a long time, there was silence inside.

The fat man frowned and continued to ask: "Doctor?"

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Cheng's voice sounded, sounding extremely tired, "Just do your part."

"Oh." The fat man put on his clothes and pants and went downstairs.

He also felt that the doctor was acting strange today, as if he was hiding something from him, but the fat man scratched his head and couldn't think of a reason.

In the end, I simply gave up thinking about it. The doctor wouldn’t harm me anyway.

He must have his own ideas, and it's better not to mess with his brain.

With this idea in mind, the fat man took out the vegetable basket from the kitchen, opened the door, and walked towards the market.

If the fish is fresh today, let’s stew a piece of fish for the doctor at noon. He seemed to like it very much last time, and I can give him some brain supplements by the way. The fat man was facing the sun and thinking as he walked.

"Hey." Huaiyi's voice rang in his ears, interrupting Jiang Cheng's thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

It seems that I have thought a lot, but it only takes a short moment to reflect in reality.

Huaiyi noticed that Jiang Cheng's eyes were straight and reminded him hurriedly.

Now he was running for his life, but this man was actually in a daze. Huaiyi looked at Jiang Cheng and felt that there was something wrong with him.

Are you not afraid of death, or have you never died?

"What time is it?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

There had been no movement outside for a long time, and the multi-headed ghost seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"I don't know." Huaiyi looked outside the door through the gap and replied in a low voice: "Didn't you notice that since the multi-headed ghost appeared, our time has been messed up."