Nightmare Attack

Chapter 326

Its daybreak.

This night was surprisingly peaceful. Jiang Cheng didn't sleep all night. After dawn, Jiang Cheng rested on the pillow, sent the fat man to have breakfast, and brought something for himself.

"Fatty." Sitting at the table, Jiang Cheng looked at the Rougamo in his hand, then squinted at the one in Fatty's hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why do you have so much meat inside?"

Licking his lips, the fat man said embarrassedly: "Doctor, yours is normal, and the meat in mine is made up of two roujiamo."

"Yuqi didn't come to have breakfast today." He explained, "I took his one apart and stuffed the meat into mine."

"Tsk." Jiang Cheng glanced at him, and immediately stretched out his own meat bun, and said righteously: "Fatty, eating so much meat is not good for your health, come on, let's change."

Hearing this, the fat man immediately covered the Roujiamo in his hand. Under Jiang Cheng's watchful eyes, the bloated Roujiamo was still leaking oil, and it looked very fragrant.

"Doctor." The fat man said embarrassedly, "I don't even eat this Roujiamo. It's for little beggars. I've seen the food she stole before. They're all leftovers and leftovers. They're not nutritious. She still eats them." A child, but also a body."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng said excitedly, "I've been busy with my second growth recently, and I'm also growing my body."

Hearing this, the fat man changed the hand of Roujiamo and hid it behind him where the doctor couldn't see it.

Fortunately, even though the doctor said he wanted it, he still groaned and ate the one that belonged to him in the end, "I won't eat it." After a few mouthfuls, Jiang Cheng put the remaining half of the Roujiamo on the table. Lost, angrily went to bed to catch up on sleep.

Staring at the remaining half of the Roujiamo in Jiangcheng, the fat man couldn't help but licked his lips. The fat and thin meat inside the Roujiamo was exposed, still dripping oil.

"Doctor." The fat man forced his eyes away from the meat buns, looked at the doctor lying on the bed in a strange posture, and asked worriedly, "You didn't sleep all night yesterday, so why don't you eat more? "

"I'm full." Most of Jiang Cheng's face was buried in the pillow, only a small half was exposed, and his voice sounded very muffled.

Now that the doctor said so, the fat man didn't hold back. He licked his lips, took the remaining half of Jiangcheng's Roujiamo, and ate a third of it in one bite.

He didn't have enough for breakfast, he only ate the bun outside of a Roujiamo, and stuffed the rest of the meat into the Roujiamo prepared for the little beggar, and he didn't stop until he couldn't fill it.

It doesn't matter if he misses a meal, that little beggar is really pitiful, and he feels uncomfortable when he thinks of the little beggar's appearance.

The most important thing is that she is still very good to herself.

If it weren't for the little beggar's several reminders, then he and the doctor might be in danger.

Chewing the rougamo in his mouth, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a lot of meat in the doctor's leftover half of the rougamo, and his mouth was full of oil. After swallowing the meat in his mouth, he couldn't wait to bite it a mouthful.

"Doctor." He turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng's bed, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to eat any more, it's really delicious."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man stopped. The moment he looked at the doctor, he suddenly found that the doctor seemed to be squinting at him.

But when he looked again, the doctor's eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

The fat man didn't know if he had read it wrong. After a while, he asked tentatively in a low voice, "Doctor?"

Chucking his mouth, Jiang Cheng turned over again, leaving only a back facing the fat man.

The fat man let out a breath. It seemed that the doctor had not only fallen asleep, but also slept soundly.

Just when the fat man was thinking about finding some chance to see the little beggar again, and then gave her the meat bun, the door suddenly rang.

"Dong dong dong."

The knock on the door was very soft, and the person who came seemed very polite, not like a middle-aged woman, nor like Xia Meng came back.

Jiang Cheng immediately sat up from the bed.

"Is anyone here?"

The fat man recognized Chen Qiang's voice. He had a good impression of the latter, but he didn't make a sound, but turned to look at the doctor. After all, he was the one who had the decision-making power here.

After seeing the doctor nodding, the fat man ran over and opened the door.

After seeing the fat man and Jiang Cheng sitting by the bed, Chen Qiang said very politely: "Mr. Hao." He first nodded to Jiang Cheng, and then nodded to the fat man in front of him, "Fatty brother, that's great, you all exist."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Cheng cut to the chase.

"Can I move here with you?" Chen Qiang lowered his posture. Originally, his face was not annoying, but now it looked even more pitiful.

"Did something happen in your room?" Jiang Cheng came to the table and sat down, looking up and asking.

"That's not true, it's just that I'm the only one left." Chen Qiang said, "It's too dangerous here, so I wonder if I can move in and live with you."

"Mr. Hao and Brother Fat seem to be good people." He added, his expression very serious.

"Why can't I understand what you said?" Poured himself a cup of tea, Jiang Cheng sipped his sip and said with a smile, "Could it be that there are bad people among us?"

Chen Qiang looked outside the door, then turned around, and said in a very formal low voice: "After I went back to the room last night, You Qi came to see me, and he asked me some questions, some of them." He paused intentionally, It seems to be testing the reaction of the two.

did not expect--

"Fatty." Jiang Cheng yawned big, waved his hands at Fatty, and said without raising his head, "Help me see off Brother Chen, I'm tired, I'll go back and take a nap."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qiang said immediately: "Some of these issues are related to Ms. Chen and you, Mr. Hao."

Probably also figured out Jiang Cheng's temper, Chen Qiang explained in every detail: "Mr. You Qi came in through the window last night. Get out of here alive, if you want to live, he can help me." After a pause, he continued: "Help me survive and leave the nightmare."

"Of course there are conditions, and I need to cooperate with him." Chen Qiang recalled: "He asked me if I knew your details, and he said that you and Miss Chen, Mr. An, both came from a mysterious organization called Crimson. Cruel and bloodthirsty, if I don't cooperate with him, I'm afraid I will be poisoned by you soon."

"Just like Ms. Zuo Jing and Ms. Tang." Chen Qiang said, "You Qi said that they all died in your hands, and you killed them with the help of ghosts."

After a while, Jiang Cheng leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and suddenly asked in a strange tone: "How do you know that what You Qi said is not true?"

"I can feel it, Mr. Hao, and Brother Fat." Chen Qiang tilted his head and said, "You are good people, and that Youqi is the only one who has problems."

"so."

"I want to be with you." Chen Qiang said, "You can tell me what you need me to do."

Jiang Cheng looked at this young man for a while. He looked a few years younger than himself. He looked like a college student, and the immaturity of his face had not completely faded. He must have not left the campus and accepted the polishing of society.

But this does not prevent him from being a smart person who can recognize the situation.

The judgment of the situation is also quite clear.

"You go back first." Jiang Cheng said, "You can come over later."

Chen Qiang nodded, "OK."

Without any nonsense, Chen Qiang left. Before leaving, the fat man seemed to want to ask something, but Chen Qiang didn't show any hesitation.

The fat man thought he would still beg to stay here during the day.

After Chen Qiang walked away, the fat man turned his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, I think this person is not bad."

"People don't know, but at least they're not stupid," Jiang Cheng commented.

"Doctor, do you suspect that there is something wrong with his motives?" The fat man said, looking in the direction where Chen Qiang left, frowned, then turned around and asked, "No way, I think what he said is quite thorough, and he also told us that You There is a problem with Qi, if You Qi didn't tell him about Crimson, then he definitely didn't know about it."

"It's just that he's not stupid." Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes and said, "This man is not stupid. He should have already seen the general situation. In his judgment, I, and Xia Meng Anxuan are in the same group."

"Just relying on him and You Qi to deal with the three of us," Jiang Cheng shook his head. "It's obviously unrealistic, so he might as well rely on us. His purpose is just to live in peace. As for Crimson and others, he I don't care."

The fat man blinked, "If that's what you said."

Before the words finished, a rush of footsteps rushed over, Xia Meng's face appeared at the door, "Follow me." Her face was not very good-looking, "Butler Zhou let us go."

"Where to go?"

"People are going to be tortured in the house." Xia Meng said quickly, "Let's go and see."

Everyone walked very anxiously along the way, and Chen Qiang followed them, but they didn't see An Xuan and You Qi, and the middle-aged woman led the way leisurely.

Her steps looked very light, but they were very fast, and the fat man had to take a few quick steps from time to time to keep up.

There was nothing to say all the way, and several people had already guessed that torture was not the purpose, and the person who was tortured might have an explanation, and there were only two people missing among them.

Will it be You Qi, or An Xuan?

What was the reason for them to be caught by the servants of Huang's mansion, tied up and tortured?

Feeling apprehensive, a group of people came to a remote house, the vermilion door was closed, and a young woman stood outside the door.

The woman's eyes were dull, and her eyes didn't focus until several people walked in front of her.

"Wait outside." The middle-aged woman turned her head, stared at them and said indifferently: "After the torture, I will ask you to go in and have a look."

Just when the fat man was wondering, a muffled sound suddenly came from the yard behind the door.

"boom!"

It was like kicking a sandbag.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

One sound after another, still very rhythmic, two groups, alternate with each other.

Gradually, the fat man's eyes changed, and he felt as if he had heard this voice somewhere before.

(End of this chapter)