Nightmare Attack

Chapter 106 Anping Hotel
Until Fatty accompanied Jiang Cheng back from the client's house, his mind was still muddled.

He secretly glanced at the doctor who was wrestling 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 clean up the dishes.

This frightened the fat man who was waiting at the side, "Doctor," the fat man hurriedly stopped him, and said in surprise, "what are you doing?"

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

"You go to bed after cleaning up." Jiang Cheng thought for a while, and added, "Let's sleep together, and then you remember to set the alarm clock and wake me up at 12 o'clock."

"You still have to go out so late?" the fat man asked puzzled.

But he was also used to Jiangcheng not giving an explanation, so after a brief clean-up, the two went upstairs to rest.

The fat man originally thought he could go to the bedroom to sleep, so he deliberately changed into the newly bought clean pajamas.

But Jiang Cheng stared at his new pajamas for a while, let out a "tsk", and then closed the bedroom door.

Leave the fat man messy in the living room by himself.

Fatty's first rule of survival is to listen carefully to the doctor's words.

The good habits in the nightmare are also retained in real life.

After setting the two alarm clocks very seriously, the fat man fell asleep, and was awakened by the alarm clock in a half-dream and half-awake state.

He pursed his lips to wake himself up, and then went to knock on Jiangcheng's door. What he didn't expect was that the door was unlocked, and it opened with a light push.

Instead of rushing in, he stood at the door dutifully.

"Doctor," he stretched his neck, calling softly, "It's time, are you awake?"

Jiang Cheng lay flat on the mattress, peacefully as if dead.

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

Fatty: "Doctor, are you so happy at the first glance?"

But the fat man is very wise to know that the doctor must wake him up at this time not only for the skin, but also for important matters.

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

Jiang Cheng continued to live peacefully.

"Customer?" The fat man stroked down along this train of thought.
Immediately afterwards, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What kind of customers are inconvenient to come during the day and must sneak over at midnight?

The fat man instantly thought of the rich woman's hobby letter on the case shelf.

Pooh!
It is the medical certificate of the rich woman.

Most of them will fall ill in the middle of the night, empty, lonely and cold.

Immediately, the way he looked at Jiang Cheng changed.

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 changed into a light sportswear.

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

He widened his eyes and said, "Doctor, don't you want to...tonight?"

"Have you had enough sleep?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him, squatted down to tie his shoelaces tightly, and interrupted his next words, "If you have had enough sleep, don't sleep again tonight."

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

"Don't get excited," Jiang Cheng, who had tied up his shoelaces, took out the yellowed newspaper from the pocket of his previous clothes, checked it carefully, and put it close to his body, "I'm not going to take you."

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

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

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

The fat man knew that he couldn't beat the doctor, so even though he wanted to stop him, he finally gave up. Maybe the doctor had his own plans.

"Then doctor, please pay attention to safety," he thought for a while, and suddenly reminded, "Also, don't think about saving people this time, just take care of yourself."

"Understood." Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, "Fatty, 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 really fell asleep.

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

When I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me changed, and I saw a cramped space.

A dim yellow oil lamp was burning above his head.

I don't know if it's because of the wind or the fuel itself, but the flame flickers on and off.

The ceiling is very low, and with the dim light, you can see that the ceiling is covered with cobwebs, but fortunately, there are no spiders that match the cobwebs.

From the bottom of his heart, he hated those furry guys with many legs who were so cute.

The place is low and dim, and he sniffled the tip of his nose, accompanied by bursts of strange smells.

He is not unfamiliar with this smell.

Slowly, he lowered his head, and finally confirmed the location of this arrival.

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He was in an extremely cramped toilet.

Not only cramped, but also dirty.

The surrounding walls were splashed with unknown yellow stains.

There is only a thin wooden door in front of him, and there are still many black scorched marks on the lower part of the wooden door.

He held his breath, pushed open the door, and walked out.

After a few steps, after he pushed open a wooden door painted green, a place similar to a hall appeared in front of him, with an area of ​​about 100 square meters.

The ground was dark, whether it was cement or some special material.

All in all very rough.

The tables, chairs, and benches are also full of age, and even the table closest to him is covered with cracks, and there are residual smoke oil stains on it that can no longer be wiped off.

In Jiang Cheng's memory, he had never been to such a place. He had only seen similar scenes in movies or TV series, and they were all old dramas from the 80s or [-]s with filters.

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

He stood at the same spot and took a brief look around. This place should be a hotel of decent size, and this floor is considered a restaurant operated by the hotel itself.

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

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 are not many people eating around, and only three of the more than ten tables are occupied.

His gaze swept across slowly.

Everyone was eating with their heads down, but no one noticed him.

He lifted his legs and walked in one direction, there was no door there, only a white curtain blocked it.

As the only private room in this hostel, it is still simple and ok.

Opening the curtain, six or seven eyes shot straight from inside.

Jiang Cheng walked in without seeing anyone, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The clothes of the people inside obviously did not match this era. Like Jiang Cheng, they all came from that world decades later.

Counting Jiangcheng, no more, no less.

Five men and three women.

(End of this chapter)