Nightmare Attack

"By the way, doctor," the fat man asked, "how did Chen Xiaomeng find us?" He then blinked and asked tentatively, "Isn't it Pi Ruan who sold you?"

"no.

Jiang Cheng briefly explained something to him. The matter wasn't very complicated at all. At least it seemed that the fat man should understand.

"Then the background behind Chen Xiaomeng is also quite scary," the fat man said with a grimace and some regret: "If we had known this, we shouldn't have scared her in the bad missions before. Now it's okay. She brings her brother to the door for revenge. coming."

Jiang Cheng stretched out two fingers.

The fat man said with a sad face: "Doctor, if you have anything to say, just say it. People are calling at your door. You are still in the mood to teach me here."

"First, I didn't take the initiative to provoke her. She wanted to trick us first."

Fatty had no objections to this point. If the doctor hadn't been too clever, I'm afraid the two of them would have followed in the footsteps of Sister Nuan and Fan Li in the first dungeon.

"What about second place?" The fat man raised his head and asked curiously.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man with a strange look, which made the latter tense up. "If you just simply deal with me, you won't have to go through so much trouble. I doubt that Chen Xiaomeng and the others are interested in it." I"

"Doctor," the fat man interrupted, scratching his neck: "If you want to say that Chen Xiaomeng likes you or something, I advise you to shut up as soon as possible."

"I saw the posture just now," he continued: "If you hadn't taken advantage of an orphan, she would have dug up your ancestral graves.

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng immediately became unhappy.

"Zhiqua——"

Before Jiang Cheng could quibble, he heard the door behind him open. There seemed to be something wrong with the door axis. When it opened, it made a long, half-dead sound, which was a bit harsh.

The dying sun shone in through the door, and the figure of the coming person grew longer.

"Ta-ta-ta"

The sound of the clean tapping of leather shoes ended, and the visitor sat down on the sofa without anyone noticing. The fat man stared at the visitor with his mouth open, as if he could fit a golf ball in his mouth.

"You guys continue," the middle-aged man with a scar under his lip picked up the water glass and took a sip. After putting it down, he said calmly, "I can wait."

It was the middle-aged man brought by Chen Xiaomeng.

Panic suddenly burst out in the fat man's eyes. He watched helplessly as this man was taken away by the police. How long had it been since the doctor was released? How could he?

The next second, he immediately looked towards the door. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone else for the time being.

Chen Xiaomeng and several other young people did not show up.

Different from Fatty's panic, Jiang Cheng didn't have much surprise on his face. He looked at the stable middle-aged man and asked lightly: "Where is Xia Meng?"

"Not here," the middle-aged man replied, "I locked her in the car, otherwise the situation would be very bad now.

The middle-aged man looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes and asked after a while, "You don't seem too surprised?"

"I can't say that. You came earlier than I thought." Jiang Cheng said.

"Really?" The middle-aged man smiled.

It's okay that he doesn't smile. When he smiles, goosebumps rise up on the fat man's skin. The middle-aged man's appearance belongs to the strict type. When he smiles now, the corners of his lips stretch out the scar on his lower jaw, which makes him look very scary.

"Tell me about your conditions," Jiang Cheng casually picked up the files scattered on the ground and dusted them off.

Later, the files were put back into place.

"After a while, she will enter a nightmare, and I hope you will accompany her," the middle-aged man said concisely.

"Xia Meng?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded, "I need you to protect her."

"What good does this do to me?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The middle-aged man put down the cup, a trace of impatience flashed across his face as sharp as an axe, "I won't kill you."

"You are really generous." Jiang Cheng glared and huffed.

"Fortunately," the middle-aged man nodded, "This is my bottom line."

"You are so awesome, why don't you go with her?" Jiang Cheng asked, squinting.

"There are too many people who know my face. We need a new face," the middle-aged man did not hide it. His waist was straight, standing there like a spear with an exposed edge. After a while, he raised his eyes. Said: "You are just right, your brains and skills are barely adequate."

Jiang Cheng folded his arms and leaned against the desk, squinting his eyes and finally grinning and saying, "It seems that you are also being targeted this time."

The middle-aged man said nothing.

"Who is the other party?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa. The last bit of the setting sun receded. There was no light in the room, and everything was shrouded in hazy darkness.

Such an environment couldn't help but make Fatty nervous, as if something big was going to happen in the next second.

"Have you ever heard of crimson?" The middle-aged man's tone changed solemnly.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but after the middle-aged man uttered these two words, Jiang Cheng's mind suddenly filled with many broken fragments, like a door made of mirrors.

Shattered.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, and after a while, it disappeared like clouds.

"No." He replied calmly.

"Huh -" the middle-aged man breathed out. He didn't find anything in the latter's eyes that he should be wary of. That was what worried him the most.

"The people there are crazy."

The middle-aged man's eyes became profound, as if he was recalling what happened a long time ago.

"There is no shortage of lunatics in nightmares," Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man and said later: "Only lunatics can survive the mission. They are driven crazy by nightmares."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's different."

"You mentioned them. It seems that Crimson is an organization," Jiang Cheng said, stroking his chin: "There are many members in it, and this organization called Crimson has a grudge against you."

"I don't know how to describe it to you, but the word organization is too specific." He raised his eyes and looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes. Their eyes met, and neither one avoided it. "In my understanding, crimson is more like It is a will, and its members are absorbed by this will.”

"will?"

"Destruction, madness, killing, abuse, and violence." The middle-aged man paused, then spoke again after a few seconds: "They are the product of all negative wills entangled together."

"For those trapped in nightmares, crimson represents despair."

"You will die if you meet them," Jiang Cheng frowned, "Is that true?"

"That is the best outcome," the middle-aged man exhaled. "There are still some people who will be hunted and tortured by them in nightmares." He paused and seemed to have thought of something. After a while, he said in a very low voice: " By means you can’t imagine.”