Nightmare Attack

Until Fatty accompanied Jiang Cheng back from the client's house, his mind was still in a state of confusion.

He secretly glanced at the doctor who was competing with the sweet and sour fish, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

This is not human

At least not one he could understand.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng unexpectedly rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to put away the dishes.

This frightened the fat man who was waiting aside. "Doctor," the fat man stopped him in a hurry and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

This made him feel that his only purpose of existence here was gone.

"After cleaning up, you go to bed," Jiang Cheng thought for a while and added: "We will sleep together, and then you remember to set the alarm clock and wake me up at 12 o'clock."

"You still want to go out so late?" the fat man asked confused.

But he was also used to Jiang Cheng not giving an explanation. After simply cleaning up, the two went upstairs to rest.

The fat man originally thought he could go into the bedroom to sleep, so he put on the clean new pajamas he bought. However, Jiang Cheng stared at his new pajamas for a while, made a "tsk" sound, and then closed the bedroom door. .

Leave the fat man alone in the living room.

The first rule of survival for fat people is to listen carefully to the doctor.

The good habits in nightmares are also retained in real life.

After setting two alarm clocks very seriously, the fat man fell asleep. Half asleep, he was awakened by the alarm clock.

He chirped, and after sobering himself up, he knocked on Jiangcheng's door. What he didn't expect was that the door was unlocked, and it opened with a gentle push.

Instead of walking in rashly, he stood at the door as expected.

"Doctor," he stretched his neck and called softly, "it's time, are you awake?"

Jiang Cheng lay flat on the mattress, as peaceful as if he were dead.

"No," he didn't open his eyes, but just moved his lips, "I'm still thinking about it."

Fatty: "Doctor, are you so happy just by showing off your skin?"

But the fat man knew very wisely that the doctor's decision to wake him up at this time was definitely not just for skin care, but for something important.

He swallowed and asked tentatively, "Is anyone coming?"

"Customer?" He stroked down the line of thought.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What kind of customer has trouble coming during the day and must sneak over at midnight?

The fat man instantly thought of the rich woman's favorite notes on the case shelf.

Pooh!

It's a diagnosis of the rich woman's condition.

Most of them get sick at midnight, feeling empty, lonely and cold.

Then his eyes changed when he looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng didn't care what the fat man was thinking. He lifted the quilt, sat up slowly, then left the mattress and stood up.

Then in front of the fat man, he took off his pajamas and put on a light sportswear.

The fat man stared at him suspiciously, and slowly, he saw some signs.

His eyes widened and he said loudly: "Doctor, don't you want it again tonight?"

"Have you slept enough?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him, squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and interrupted his next words, "Have you slept enough? Don't sleep anymore tonight."

"We just came out of the nightmare!" Fatty almost collapsed.

"Don't get excited." Jiang Cheng, who had tied his shoes, took out the yellowed newspaper from the pocket of his previous clothes. After carefully checking it, he put it away close to his body. "I'm not going to take you with me."

"No, doctor, it's not a matter of taking me or not, you..."

"Okay." After checking everything, Jiang Cheng got back into bed. The residual warmth inside made him moan comfortably. He stretched out the quilt and covered it up to his chin.

"I'm going to sleep," he said quietly.

The fat man knew that he could not defeat the doctor, so even though he wanted to stop him, he gave up in the end. Maybe the doctor had his own plan.

"Doctor, please be safe," he thought for a while, then suddenly reminded, "Also, don't think about saving people this time, just take care of yourself."

"I know," Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, "Fat man, close the door from the outside, I'm going to sleep."

In the darkness, Jiang Cheng's breathing was steady and even.

It's reassuring to hear.

Gradually, he actually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed that he slowly stood up, went down the stairs to the first floor, and opened the dark iron door again.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a cramped space.

A dim oil lamp burned overhead.

Whether it was due to the wind or a problem with the fuel itself, the flames flickered on and off.

The ceiling is very low, and in the dim light, you can see that the ceiling is covered with cobwebs, but fortunately, no spiders matching the cobwebs have been seen yet.

From the bottom of his heart, he hated those guys with many legs and cute furry bodies.

It was low and dark here, and he sniffed the tip of his nose, accompanied by waves of strange smells.

This smell was not unfamiliar to him.

Slowly, he lowered his head and finally confirmed the location he had arrived at this time.

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He was in a very cramped toilet.

Not only was it cramped, but it was also dirty.

The surrounding walls were splattered with unknown yellow stains.

There was only a thin wooden door in front of him, and there were still many black scorch marks on the lower part of the wooden door.

He held his breath, opened the door, and walked out.

After a few steps, when he pushed open a green iron door, a hall-like place appeared in front of him, with an area of ​​about 100 square meters.

The ground is dark, I don't know if it is cement or some special material.

All in all very rough.

The tables, chairs, and benches were also full of a sense of age. Even the table closest to him was covered with cracks, and there were residual cigarette oil stains on it that could never be wiped off.

In Jiang Cheng's impression, he had never been to such a place. He had only seen similar scenes in movies or TV series. They were all old dramas from the 1970s or 1980s with filters.

It seems that this time, the time span he traveled through is longer.

He stood there and looked around briefly. This place should be a reasonably sized hotel, and this floor was considered a self-operated restaurant.

He found the name of the hotel in a prominent place.

Anping Hotel.

The surrounding environment has been confirmed, and the next step is to meet up with the teammates in this mission.

Presumably they are also in this hotel.

There were not many people eating around, and only three of the dozen or so tables were occupied.

His eyes slowly swept across.

Everyone was lowering their heads to eat, and no one noticed him.

He raised his legs and walked in one direction. There was no door there, only a white curtain blocking it.

As the only private room in this hotel, it is still pretty simple.

Opening the curtain, six or seven gazes came straight inside.

Jiang Cheng walked in without warning, pulled out a chair and sat down. The clothes of the people inside were obviously inconsistent with this era. Like Jiang Cheng, they all came from the world decades later.

Counting Jiangcheng, no more, no less.

Five men and three women.