Nightmare Attack

Chapter 172 New Picture
Having endured such a series of blows one after another, the fat man suddenly felt that he looked away. Even if the medicine stuck to his neck was expired, he didn't think it was a big deal.

"Doctor," the fat man tilted his head and asked, "Is that woman in the cheongsam your boss?"

"Ah."

"what is her name?"

At this time, Jiang Cheng also put a pain relief patch on himself, walked to the opposite side of the fat man, sat down, "Lin Wan'er."

The fat man thought for a while, and his appearance was as good as his name, but this method was not.
Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly shuddered, then stared at Jiang Cheng in horror and asked, "Will she come back after leaving for a while?"

Swallowing a sip of water slowly, Jiang Cheng raised his head and said, "No," he thought for a while, and seemed to feel that this was inaccurate, so he added, "Generally not."

Mentioning this woman seemed to make Jiang Cheng feel uncomfortable, and the fat man could clearly feel that the doctor was avoiding the topic of Lin Wan'er, and his eyes seemed absent-minded.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng interrupted the fatty, straightening his upper body, "Have you ever thought about what we can get from the nightmare?"

Jiang Cheng asked this question abruptly, the fat man was still thinking about Lin Wan'er, his brain circuit did not turn around for a while, he blinked: "What did you say?"

"Are there only blank papers and newspapers?"

Jiang Cheng's words seemed to be asking and answering himself.

The role of blank paper and newspaper is already clear, the former can save a life, and the latter can provide clues, but is it really all that?

The fat man fell silent. He looked at Jiang Cheng, knowing that whenever the latter asked such a question, it meant that he already had an answer or a reliable guess in his mind.

"Whether it's white paper or newspaper, they can only be used in the nightmare mission. It's not easy to obtain, but you only have one chance to use it." Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man: "Is this too harsh?"

"In other words, you have worked so hard to get these things, even if you use them all in the next book, you may still die, so... why do you want to write the next book?"

The fat man hesitated and said, "Doctor, it's not up to us if we can't save the money."

Having said this, the fat man stopped immediately, and suddenly thought of the way the doctor ordered the book last time.

As long as you carry the clue newspaper with you, you can start the nightmare mission corresponding to this book!
Then his eyes fell into confusion, and he finally understood the meaning of what the doctor said——

And why do you want to write this book?
In fact, the doctor's expression is not accurate enough, it should be changed to that, so why would anyone be willing to take the initiative to write the book?
There is no benefit, and it will simply advance the time of the nightmare. Is anyone really going to do such a stupid thing?
Existence is reasonable.

All they have to think about is the purpose of those who seek to actively enter the nightmare.

The fat man's eyes became subtle.

They must have a purpose, and this purpose must match the risks they are about to face!

There will never be any idiots among those who can repeatedly brush the book. After all, the ashes of the idiots will be thrown away in the nightmare, and there are more than one ghosts that can kill people in the nightmare.

"Doctor," the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, as if realizing something, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that their purpose is to collect as many newspapers as possible, even blank papers with higher priority?" He paused, "And then give it to the rich who need it?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "It's possible, but not all of them."

Then Jiang Cheng put forward his own idea. He guessed that choosing to enter the nightmare voluntarily might reduce the difficulty of the nightmare, or prolong the time for the next nightmare to come.

The fat man nodded repeatedly when he heard the words.

But Jiang Cheng didn't seem to agree with these answers. He always believed that these were the fringes, and he hadn't touched the real core yet.

"Okay, doctor," the fat man comforted, "whatever it is, we will figure it out someday."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the fat man with his triangular eyes hanging. Coupled with his crooked neck, he looked very funny.

The big-hearted fat man couldn't help being amused.

"Doctor," he asked with a smile, "what do you see me doing?"

"I'll definitely figure it out one day," Jiang Cheng said in a cadenced voice, "but can you see that day? I advise you not to be too happy."

The fat man stopped laughing immediately,

In the next few days, the fat man was always on tenterhooks. He was worried that, as the doctor said, he would never see the day when the truth would be revealed.

And Jiang Cheng got what he deserved for scaring Fatty.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng chewed the sweet and sour fish expressionlessly, "Did you treat soy sauce as vinegar?"

"Is there a doctor?"

"Try it yourself."

Jiang Cheng was so angry that he couldn't sleep well at night, threatening Fatty that if this happened again, he would order takeaway, and Fatty would pay for it all.

"Doctor," the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen while washing the dishes, "don't think about takeaway, we don't have money."

Jiang Cheng, who was studying the rich woman Liu Niuma, was shocked when he heard the words, and went back with his neck scratched: "Aren't you still there? I saw it last time, and there are several red ones!"

Fatty sighed.

Immediately, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something, and blurted out: "Isn't it also being searched?"

The fat man nodded painfully, "Boss Lin was still in his pocket before he came, and he never saw it after he left."

Chen Xiaomeng and the others would never have imagined that Jiangcheng, who was like a fish in water in the nightmare, was a guy who was struggling to meet the food and clothing line in real life.

"Doctor," the fat man asked, "after we finish this meal, we can only eat the frozen food in the refrigerator for the next meal, but I just checked, and many of the expiration dates have been worn off, so I don't know."

"You don't need to look at the expiration date," Jiang Cheng said, "It expired when you bought it."

"Will Boss Lin not pay you?" the fat man muttered dissatisfied.

"Go," Jiang Cheng said, "It will take a few more days."

"Then what do you usually do when you encounter such a situation?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, picked up the phone, opened the chat, and said very formally to the phone: "Pi Ruan, please answer."

then--

"Hiccup~"

The fat man held his belly and burped happily.

The table is full of seafood shells and various dishes, but there is nothing left.

Fatty is most satisfied with the refrigerator, which is now filled with all kinds of ingredients, all brought directly from the back kitchen of the star-rated hotel at Pi Ruan's order.

After drinking and eating, the two went to bed.

The fat man slept in the living room, and Jiang Cheng slept on the mattress in the bedroom.

In his sleep, Jiang Cheng dreamed that he stood up slowly, and went down the stairs uncontrollably to the first floor, where a dark door stood in front of him.

After the light and shadow changed, his feet were hard, and in the dimness, he only had time to recognize that he was in an empty building, and he held his breath next to his ears.

It is the sound of waves that are higher than the waves.

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(End of this chapter)