Nightmare Attack

Chapter 338 Qualifications
Jiang Cheng looked at him and said in an unhurried tone: "I hope you understand that I am saving you. The nightmare has only a beginning and no end, and the people here..." he smiled meaningfully, " There are some quirks."

"Miss Chen has taken a fancy to you," he said suddenly.

Chen Qiang opened his eyes wide in doubt.

"It's skin." Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows at the human skin, gave Chen Qiang a comprehending look, then turned and walked into the door.

After reacting, the fear in Chen Qiang's eyes almost solidified, but when he wanted to ask some more questions, Jiang Cheng had already left.

The door began to feel unreal, and the buzzing became more and more piercing.

About to collapse.

There was no time left for him to hesitate, Chen Qiang imitated the few people who disappeared before, and dived into the door.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

Slowly opened his eyes, the top of his head was pitch black, but it wasn't the kind of black where he couldn't see anything, but a little bit of light remained.

Jiang Cheng could see the ceiling above his head, but it was very vague.

There is the "click" sound of the hands of the clock in the ear, and the sound of breathing.

Very close.

right next to him.

Turning his head, it was indeed Fatty's big face.

"Doctor." Seeing Jiang Cheng woke up, the fat man's expression of surprise couldn't be more pleasant: "You're awake!"

Frowning slightly, Jiang Cheng tried to move his body, then sat up straight away, he didn't understand why the fat man was so excited.

It was An Xuan who had an accident, not him.

After a while, the fat man seemed to have figured something out, and said angrily, "As soon as I came out, Xia Meng told me that there is a limit to this dungeon, and only two people can live at most."

"She also said that the people left behind will be targeted and killed by ghosts." The fat man recalled the scene at that time, shivered and said quickly: "I think doctor, your mouth is so bad that your tongue may have to be pulled away .”

While moving his neck, Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, looking up and down at Fatty, feeling that he always had something to say recently, but he didn't find any evidence.

"Where is she?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The fat man looked away, and there was a vague figure sitting in the corner, and the figure was looking here.

The moment he spotted the figure, Jiang Cheng rushed over.

"Mengmeng!" Jiang Cheng leaned closer, grabbed Xia Meng's arm, and lifted her up, "Are you okay, don't worry about me to death!"

Xia Meng was sitting there thinking about something, when Jiang Cheng rushed over and immediately interrupted her thoughts.

"Don't touch me!" Xia Meng said viciously, trying to push him away.

Jiang Cheng pitifully leaned on her body, and while rubbing against her, he said, "That's not what you said that night in the nightmare." With starry eyes, he said emotionally, "You pulled my belt, and called her cute, and said you would Are you lying to me for taking care of me all your life?"

The fat man watched Jiang Cheng stick to Xia Meng's body, and then the two of them walked around the room, seemingly looking for something.

"Heh." Xia Meng sneered, "Do you think that if you hold me hostage, we will have nothing to do with you?"

"Mengmeng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Cheng looked around, but found no ambush in the room.

He held Xia Meng's arm tightly with one hand, preventing her from getting out of his control, looking around, and clutching a pen in the other hand.

The steel pen cap has been removed, and the sharp silver nib faintly reflects cold light in the dark environment.

"Don't you have any idea of ​​what I'm going to do to you?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and said aggrievedly.

It seemed that there was a sound in the room.

There was a knock on the door.

"Boom."

"Boom."

Two very simple strokes, without sloppy.

Jiang Cheng tightened Xia Meng's control. Angrily, Xia Meng raised her leg and kicked Jiang Cheng sideways, but the latter nimbly avoided him and even touched her.

"If you come again, you won't have to touch anywhere." Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Xia Meng's raised leg paused.

Fatty also rushed over at this moment, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Xia Meng between them.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Cheng looked towards the door and asked carelessly, "Who is it?"

After a while, the three of them sat on the sofa downstairs. As usual, Xia Meng sat in the middle with a face full of reluctance, Jiang Cheng was on the left, and Fatty was on the right.

The fat man was very vigilant, looking back and forth, left and right from time to time.

Sitting opposite was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rubbing the corners of his eyes, the young man said helplessly, "Actually, you don't have to do this." He looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Mr. Gong has already explained when he left, you can leave safely. "

After a pause, he added, "Anytime."

"Actually, I'm fine." Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at Xia Meng, his eyes suddenly softened, and the latter immediately felt ominous.

"It's mainly because Mengmeng doesn't want to part with me!" He said in a cadenced tone: "She must personally take me home, and she will feel relieved when she sees me lying on the bed."

Half an hour later, a black car left the villa, followed by a black nanny car.

After getting on the highway, we galloped all the way to the city.

"Boom."

"Boom."

After two knocks on the door, the door was pushed open, and the person who walked into the room was very respectful, with his upper body slightly leaning forward, and bowed slightly to the man standing in front of the window, "Mr. Gong," the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses "They left," said the young man.

"As you said, Miss was hijacked." He paused, his eyes flickering, "Use the pen we left before."

After half an hour—

"Have you contacted those people?" A deep bass came out, and the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses unconsciously became shorter.

"They contacted us on their own initiative." The young man said respectfully, "The people they sent were damaged. There were two of them, and only one came back."

"What about the opponent?"

The young man couldn't help being embarrassed, adjusted his glasses and said, "Mr. Gong, the time is too short, they said they are still investigating."

After noticing a slight change in the middle-aged man in front of him, the young man immediately added: "But one thing has been confirmed, the other party is not an official member of Crimson. Just like before, he is just a fanatical admirer of them."

"Judging from the results, there should be some qualifications, but fortunately, they have not been eroded by them, otherwise there will be consequences." At this point, he will stop talking.

All he needs to do is gather the information.

As for the analysis, and what kind of conclusions can be drawn through the analysis, it is not something he should consider.

After he left, there was only a middle-aged man left in Nuo Da's room.

Standing by the window, outside is the endless night.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

Silent, lifeless.
Gradually, his tower-like body trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid, his heavy panting sounds like a wild beast out of control.

Turning his head, the glass window reflected a ferocious face, with high cheekbones, fine blood streaks crawling around the corners of his eyes, and veins on his forehead like dragons.

"Are you here again?"

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