Nightmare Attack

Already halfway through the steps.

Quite a bit of an afterthought, the fat man's whole body instantly froze in place.

Yes, if you don't notice the newspaper placed next to you and fall asleep normally, what will happen next?

He might be like Jiang Cheng last night.

Trapped in a nightmare.

Then he will die.

Become what Jiang Cheng calls a dead fat man.

The folded bag he was holding in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and the half bottle of iced black tea inside rolled out, gurgling until it hit the wall with a "thud".

"Medical Doctor"

The blood on his face faded completely. He turned around tremblingly, only to find that the bedroom door had been closed and the note on the door handle was missing.

A few seconds later, the doctor's voice came from the door, "Don't disturb me tomorrow morning." His voice was muffled, as if he was lying under the quilt.

"Before 11 o'clock, I want to see the ribs on the table," he continued: "There will also be prepared minced garlic, vinegar, seafood soy sauce and chopped green onion. Be sure to oil them well."

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

My steps were very light when I went down the stairs.

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

He also took it upon himself to buy some small cucumbers that were no thicker than his fingers, and added some salt, soy sauce, vinegar and other things to pickle them. When the doctor woke up, they would be just right for a cold dish.

The pork ribs were put into the pot at 8 o'clock. The fat man calculated the time and woke up Jiang Cheng at 10:50.

He spent the rest of the time cleaning up.

Wearing rubber gloves, he started from Jiang Cheng's office, with desks and chairs, and the computer fat man picked up Jiang Cheng's keyboard and couldn't help but frown.

The only unlocked drawer held two large rolls of toilet paper.

He cleaned very carefully, not missing any corners.

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

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

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

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

Jiang Cheng seemed not to have woken up yet, without even raising his eyelids. He staggered into the bathroom next to the stairs like a zombie.

Not long after, the sound of washing came from inside.

After hearing the sound of water that made him feel more comfortable, Jiang Cheng slowly said, "It's okay, I can wait for a while."

"Thank you for your hard work, doctor."

Jiang Cheng's chaotic state didn't change until he took his first bite of pork ribs.

Because the stew took a long time, the meat on the ribs fell off with just a flick of chopsticks. Jiang Cheng picked up a large piece of meat and stuffed it into the dipping bowl. After rolling it a few times, he stuffed it into his mouth.

While serving Jiang Cheng the pork rib soup, the fat man warned: "Be careful of scalding the doctor," he paused, then added: "Don't be in a hurry, no one will compete with you."

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

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes very comfortably, "please be quiet for a while."

The sound of water in the kitchen gradually became quieter.

"You're not busy, doctor," the fat man wiped his hands with a towel, turned around and replied, "Are you okay?"

"Come with me out this afternoon."

"Got it doctor."

When he was about to go out in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng packed himself up very well. He already had a face that rich women liked, but now at first glance, he gave people the illusion that he was a young and promising elite in the industry.

"Doctor," the fat man standing in front of the door stared down at the tip of his shoe, mustered up the courage, and said hesitantly, "Do you think I need to clean up?"

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

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

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

"uh-huh!"

"But" the fat man continued: "Doctor, have you brought any change? I have used up all my change."

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

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

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

Moreover, one of his legs was probably broken, and he was huddled in the 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 in his hand, with a corner missing from the mouth and some scattered coins inside.

It seems this is what he does for a living.

begging.

People waiting for the bus along the way followed the old man's movements and avoided them one after another. Only a few people threw a one-yuan and a half-cent coin in, and the coin made a crisp impact when it hit the bottom of the bowl.

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

Pitiful

The old man reminded Fatty of his grandfather, and he felt heavy at the moment.

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

Just when the fat man's eyes were red and he was about to give the old man a 5 yuan or 10 yuan note——

The next second.

Under the shocked gaze of the fat man, Jiang Cheng naturally stretched out his hand and plucked it back and forth in the broken bowl.

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

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

His dirty face was slightly red with anger, and his other arm came around and grabbed Jiang Cheng's sleeve.

The mouth opened, revealing a mouth of black and yellow teeth.

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

"cough."

Just this ordinary sound caused the blind old man to pause.

Then the anger on his face quickly receded, and instead filled with a look of panic.

He seemed to recognize the person in front of him.

The hand that was grabbing the sleeve immediately let go, then covered it up and clasped it on his broken bowl.

Finally, under the watch of the fat man, he left cursing.