Nightmare Attack

Chapter 105 The Old Man
Half the steps have been taken.

With a sense of belated awareness, Fatty's entire body froze in place in an instant.

Yeah, what would happen if I fell asleep normally without noticing the newspaper next to me?
I'm afraid he will be like Jiangcheng last night.

caught in a nightmare.

Then he will die.

Become the dead fat man in the mouth of Jiangcheng.

The folded bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap", and the half bottle of iced black tea inside rolled out, gurgling until it hit the wall, making a "dong" sound.

"Doctor"

The blood on his face faded completely, and he turned his head tremblingly, only to find that the bedroom door had been closed, and the post-it note on the doorknob was gone.

A few seconds later, the doctor's voice came from inside the door, "Don't bother me tomorrow morning," his voice was rather muffled, as if the whole person was under the quilt.

"Before 11 o'clock, I want to see the pork ribs on the table," he continued, "and the prepared garlic, vinegar, seafood soy sauce and scallions must be oiled."

The fat man behaved more well-behaved than Jiang Cheng said. After waking up in the morning, he moved his body slowly and barely made a sound.

The footsteps when going down the stairs are also very light.

I went to the morning market and bought a few fresh yams. After peeling off the skin, I cut them into sections, put them in a pot, and stew them with the cleaned pork ribs.

He also bought some small cucumbers that were not as thick as his fingers, and marinated them with some salt, soy sauce, vinegar, etc., so that when the doctor woke up, they could be served as a cold dish.

The ribs were put into the pot at 8 o'clock, the fat man calculated the time, and it was just right to wake up Jiangcheng at 10:50.

The rest of the time he started cleaning.

Wearing rubber gloves, he started from Jiangcheng's office, desks, chairs, and computers. The fat man picked up Jiangcheng's keyboard and couldn't help frowning.

In the only unlocked drawer were two large rolls of toilet paper.

He cleaned very carefully, not letting go of any corners.

He has done housekeeping and knows a little about decoration, so these things are not difficult for him, it just takes some time.

Just as he was squatting on the ground, holding a disinfectant spray in one hand, and struggling with stubborn stains with a rag in the other, there were "thumping" footsteps on the stairs.

As soon as the fat man raised his head, Jiang Cheng turned a corner and appeared.

"Doctor," the fat man greeted enthusiastically, "You got up early, it's just past 10 o'clock, and the ribs are still not healed."

Jiang Cheng didn't seem to wake up yet, without raising his eyelids, he staggered into the bathroom by the stairs like a zombie.

Not long after, the sound of washing was heard from inside.

After hearing the refreshing sound of running water, Jiang Cheng said slowly, "It's okay, I can wait for a while."

"Thank you doctor."

The chaotic state shown by Jiang Cheng did not change until he ate the first ribs.

Because the stewing time was relatively long, the meat on the ribs fell off with a slight flick of chopsticks. Jiang Cheng picked up a large piece of meat, then stuffed it into the dipping bowl, rolled it a few times, and stuffed it into his mouth.

While filling Jiang Cheng with pork rib soup, the fat man reminded, "Be careful of scalding the doctor." He paused, and added, "Don't worry, no one will fight with you."

The pot of pork ribs was almost finished by Jiang Cheng in less than half an hour. After the meal, the fat man went to the kitchen to clean the pot and wash the dishes as usual, and Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa to pick his teeth.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes comfortably, "You won't be busy for a while."

The sound of water in the kitchen gradually subsided.

"No busy doctor," the fat man dried his hands with a towel, then turned around and replied, "Do you have anything to do?"

"Come out with me in the afternoon."

"Got the doctor."

When he was about to leave the house in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng tidied himself up very well. He already had a face that rich women like, but now at first glance, he gave people the illusion that the industry elites are young and promising.

"Doctor," the fat man standing in front of the door stared down at the toe of his shoe, summoned up his courage, and said hesitantly, "Look. Do I need to clean up?"

"I'm going to meet a client, not a rich woman," Jiang Cheng straightened his tie and cut off the fat man's thoughts.

When the two of them stood on the side of the street, the fat man ran into trouble again. He originally thought that his employer would send a car to pick him up, and at worst he would take a taxi there, but Jiang Cheng took him directly to the bus stop.

The fat man pursed his lips and said after a while: "Doctor, shall we go by bus?"

"uh-huh!"

"But" the fat man continued, "doctor, do you have some change? I've used up all my change."

When the question of money was mentioned, Jiang Cheng's gaze suddenly deepened, but soon he bypassed the fat man and noticed a corner beside him.

The fat man followed Jiang Cheng's line of sight, and found an old man limping towards this side on crutches.

The old man was wearing a tattered sweater, dark red, with a frayed collar.

Moreover, one of his legs was probably broken, and he was curled up in a corner in an extremely uncoordinated posture, his eyes were dull and cloudy, and he was obviously blind.

The old man was holding a broken bowl with a corner missing, and some coins were scattered here and there.

It seems this is how he makes a living.

begging.

The people waiting for the bus along the way followed the old man's movement and avoided them one after another. Only a few people threw a one-dollar and fifty-cent coin into it, and the coin hit the bottom of the bowl with a crisp crashing sound.

The disgust in everyone's eyes couldn't be hidden.

very pitiful.
The old man reminded the fat man of his grandfather, and his mood immediately became heavy.

Soon, the old man approached the position of Fatty and Jiang Cheng. He raised his head, held up the broken bowl with trembling hands, and said in a very pitiful tone: "Thank you, kind man, I have been three days."

Just when the fat man was about to give the old man a 5-yuan or 10-yuan banknote with red eyes——

next second.

Under the shocked gaze of the fat man, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand very naturally, pawing back and forth in the broken bowl that was stretched out.

In the end, he picked out the two cleanest one-yuan coins and held them in his hands.

The old man was startled, not only did he not feel the bowl in his hand became heavier, but it was also lighter, and he immediately realized what had happened.

His dirty face was slightly reddened by anger, and he put his other arm around and grabbed Jiang Cheng's sleeve.

The mouth is open, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.

Just when the fat man thought that Jiang Cheng would be scolded and even beaten by the old man, Jiang Cheng straightened up calmly and slowly cleared his throat.

"cough."

It was this ordinary sound that made the blind old man's movements stop.

Immediately afterwards, the anger on his face quickly receded, and instead a look of horror pervaded.

He seemed to recognize the person in front of him.

The hand that was holding onto the sleeve immediately let go, and then covered his broken bowl with a false cover.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the fat man, he left cursing.

(End of this chapter)