Nightmare Attack

After enduring such a series of blows, Fatty suddenly felt that he had looked away. Even if the medicine stuck to his neck was expired medicine, he felt that it was no big deal.

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

"Um."

"what is her name?"

At this time, Jiang Cheng also applied an analgesic patch on himself, walked to the opposite side of the fat man, sat down, and said, "Lin Wan'er."

The fat man thought for a while, and he looked just like his name, but this method was

The fat man suddenly got excited when he thought of this, then stared at Jiang Cheng and asked in horror: "Will she come back after leaving for a while?"

After slowly swallowing a sip of water, Jiang Cheng raised his head and said, "No," he thought for a moment, then seemed to feel that it was inaccurate, so he added, "Normally not."

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

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng interrupted him and straightened up, "Have you ever thought about what we can get from nightmares?"

Jiang Cheng's question was thrown out of the blue. The fat man was still thinking about Lin Wan'er, and his mind couldn't turn around for a while. He blinked: "What did you say?"

"Is there only white paper and newspapers?"

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

The functions of white paper and newspapers are already clear. The former can save a life and the latter can provide clues, but is that really all?

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 in his mind or a reliable guess.

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

"In other words, you have worked 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 download it?"

The fat man hesitated and said, "Doctor, it's not our fault that we can't make a profit at this time."

At this point, the fat man stopped immediately. He 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 became confused, and he finally understood the meaning of what the doctor said——

And why should I download it?

In fact, what the doctor expressed is not accurate enough. It should be changed to "Why would anyone take the initiative to take the initiative?"

There is no benefit, it will simply advance the time for the nightmare to come. Can anyone really do such a stupid thing?

It is reasonable to exist.

What 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 definitely be no idiots among those who can repeatedly brush their credits. After all, the ashes of the stupid ones will be raised in nightmares, and ghosts are not the only things that can kill people in nightmares.

"Doctor," Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, as if he had realized something, and lowered his voice and said, "Is it possible that their purpose is to collect as many newspapers as possible, or even white papers with higher priority?" He paused. "And provide it to the rich in need?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "It's possible, but it won't be all."

Jiang Cheng then put forward his own idea. He speculated that choosing to enter a nightmare independently might reduce the difficulty of the nightmare, or extend the time for the next nightmare to come.

The fat man nodded repeatedly when he heard this.

But Jiang Cheng didn't seem to agree with these answers. He always believed that these were just the edges and that he had not yet touched the real core.

"Okay, doctor," the fat man comforted: "No matter what it is, we will figure it out one day."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the fat man with triangular eyes. His crooked neck looked very funny.

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

"Doctor," he asked with a smile, "what do you want me to do?"

"I will definitely figure it out one day," Jiang Cheng said in a measured voice: "But can you see that day? I advise you not to be happy too early."

The fat man stopped laughing immediately.

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

And Jiang Cheng also got the retribution he deserved for scaring Fatty.

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng chewed the sweet and sour fish expressionlessly, "did you mistake soy sauce for vinegar?"

"Is there a doctor?"

"Try it yourself."

Jiang Cheng was so angry about similar incidents that he couldn't sleep well at night. He threatened Fatty that if this happened again, he would order takeout and Fatty would foot the bill.

"Doctor," the fat man said while washing the dishes and sticking his head out of the kitchen: "Don't think about takeout. We don't have money."

Jiang Cheng, who was studying the rich woman Liu Niuma, was agitated when he heard this. He scratched his neck and came back: "Don't you still have some at your place? I saw them last time, and there are several red ones!"

The fat man sighed.

Jiang Cheng then seemed to realize something and blurted out: "Weren't they also taken away?"

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

Chen Xiaomeng and others would never have thought that Jiang Cheng, who was like a fish in water in his nightmare, was a guy struggling hard to make ends meet 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 looked at it and found that a lot of the shelf life has been worn away, so I don't know."

"You don't need to check the shelf life," Jiang Cheng said, "it's already expired when you buy it."

"Boss Lin, won't you pay your salary?" The fat man muttered dissatisfied.

"Open," Jiang Cheng said, "it will take a few days."

"Then what do you do when you encounter this kind of 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 after receiving it."

then--

"Hiccup~"

The fat man held his belly and let out a very happy burp.

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

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

After the two had had enough wine and food, they went to bed.

Fatty 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, still uncontrollably going down the stairs to the first floor, where a dark door stood in front of him.

After the light and shadow changed, his feet hit the ground. In the darkness, he only had time to recognize that he was in an empty building, and he held his breath next to his ears.

It's the sound of waves rising higher and higher.