Nightmare Attack

If Su Ran was in his sister's room, he would notice that the woman leaning on the huge floor-to-ceiling window with one hand and panting violently seemed a little strange to him now.

When I raised my head, the bright moonlight reflected outside the window. It was a rare full moon tonight.

Su Xiaoxiao's shadow remained alone on the wall.

After looking at it for a long time, the shadow became more and more distorted, as if something weird and alive was about to burst out of it.

Uniform sunlight streams in along the windows, and the atmosphere in a small office is warm and harmonious.

"Doctor," the fat man raised his head and said, "please move your position."

Jiang Cheng groaned and sat up from his office chair, then took a small blue book that recorded the needs of wealthy customers, walked to the sofa, and studied it with concentration.

"Hurry up," Jiang Cheng said slowly as he picked up the cup and took a sip of the ground coffee that Fatty had brewed early in the morning.

The fat man, wearing a rubber glove in his right hand and holding a rag, and spraying detergent on the desk with his left hand, responded repeatedly, "Doctor, please wait a moment. I'll call you after I've finished wiping the table."

"uh-huh."

Feeling the coffee bursting on his tongue, Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes in comfort.

Instant coffee priced at 1.5 yuan a bag can no longer satisfy his picky taste buds.

Originally, according to his financial level, he was not qualified to enjoy this top-notch coffee produced in Ethiopia.

This was sent by Pi Ruan.

The refrigerator was filled with other goodies from him.

The fat man stared at the marbled beef and admired it, saying that he had seen beef like this in Yellow Crane Tower, and it was all sold in Lunke.

So Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said that he wanted to have pan-fried beef cubes for lunch.

"Doctor," the fat man wiped the back of the chair and turned his head to ask curiously, "Did anything good happen today? I feel like you are in a particularly good mood."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, then looked at the fat man with a very serious look and said, "I have to do something tonight."

"Very important thing," he stressed.

The fat man's cheerful expression immediately paused, and then his face became serious.

His mood was not as good as it seemed, but he used the time to keep himself busy to selectively forget what had happened before.

There are also those incredible speculations.

For those problems that cannot be solved or even understood, Fatty's approach is to put them aside for the time being. After all, life has to go on.

After opening his mouth, the fat man's attitude became much more cautious. He stared at the doctor and then said after a while: "Doctor, are you still planning to enter that door tonight?"

Although he knew that the doctor was unlikely to accept his suggestion, he hesitated and said, "Doctor, I suggest you take a good rest and don't be too impatient." He paused, "I feel like something out of a nightmare." still need"

"It has nothing to do with nightmares, it's my own business," Jiang Cheng continued to take a sip of coffee, squinting his eyes and letting out a happy moan, "Ah~~"

Fatty: ""

"What do you need me to do?" he asked tentatively.

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, closed the book, looked out the door alone, shook his head and said, "No, just stay at home."

"Got it doctor."

According to the intensity of the nightmare, I just escaped from the nightmare last night, and I will not be involved in the nightmare again tonight.

Of course, carrying a clue newspaper with you like the doctor did last time is another matter.

They already knew that that was the way to actively enter the nightmare.

But even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it because they had nothing on them now.

The only clue, the newspaper, had been consumed by the doctor.

The entire day was spent in a relatively relaxed atmosphere. People who have experienced nightmares seem to have truly learned how to face life.

Contrary to Fatty's initial expectations, while waiting to enter the nightmare, instead of being numb with fear, losing hope in life, and turning into a puddle of mud, his life was more meaningful than before.

At least for doctors it is.

He was busy, first helping the doctor clean the room, repairing the worn-out bookshelves, tables and chairs in the office, and then sorting out the messy wiring and fixing them with blunt-tipped nails and insulating tape.

Finally, the doctor arranged a balanced diet.

The only drawback is that the pan-fried beef cubes at noon were postponed to the evening due to some irresistible factors.

He hurriedly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The doctor, who was so hot that he frowned, rarely made any comment.

But the look on his face showed that the doctor was satisfied with the dinner.

Otherwise, he will more or less make a few comments.

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, leaned on the sofa, and shouted to the busy fat man in the kitchen: "You can fry the remaining beef on both sides. I want it to be medium rare."

He thought for a while and continued: "Don't waste such good ingredients."

"Why don't you just eat it raw, doctor," the fat man shouted back: "Anyway, we don't have sea salt and black pepper. We have half a pack of hot sauce left, which you can eat with it."

Under the care of the fat man, Jiang Cheng's complexion has improved a lot recently. He didn't eat too much at dinner. When he was about 7 or 8 minutes full, he reluctantly put down the fork in his hand.

After counting the remaining beef cubes, he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and looked around.

After the fat man packed up his work, he yawned and thought about going upstairs to sleep for a while, but as soon as he walked upstairs and lay down, the feeling of darkness around him still made him shudder.

He couldn't help but imagine the possibility of being caught in a nightmare after falling asleep, and the probability of survival.

Nightmare is a very metaphysical concept for Fatty. If he must give an analogy, he thinks it is a little bit like flying.

The possibility of being caught in a nightmare tonight is as low as the possibility of a plane crash.

But once this premise is established, then with only his own ability, I am afraid that the probability of survival is not much different from the probability of survival after a plane crash.

Thinking of this, Fatty wisely chose to roll up the quilt, then carry the quilt downstairs, spread it on the sofa, and lie down facing the doctor.

At this position, he can just see the doctor.

He instantly felt much safer.

After many kind reminders from the doctor, he must cover his quilt above his neck and chin when he sleeps. According to the doctor, this way, when a ghost comes to break his neck, he will have a chance to struggle.

"Doctor," the fat man covered the lower half of his face in the quilt, his voice a little muffled, "It's not good to do strenuous exercise after a meal," he kindly advised: "I had a classmate who died this way." Jiang Cheng, who was doing push-ups with one hand, twitched and almost fell flat on the ground, then stood up, tilted his neck, and stared at the fat man with a suspicious face.