Nightmare Attack

"Doctor," the fat man said while watching Jiang Cheng finish the second bowl of rice, "eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Jiang Cheng poured himself a bowl of soup, drank it all and put down the bowl. He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth with satisfaction. At this time, the fat man barely finished half of his first bowl of rice.

Jiang Cheng asked with a concerned tone: "Why don't you eat vegetables?"

The fat man glanced at the two small pieces of potatoes left on the plate and the lone cabbage leaf swirling in the soup pot, and slowly put down his chopsticks. "Doctor," he raised his head and said, "I have lost weight recently."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Then I won't advise you to eat it."

After the meal, the fat man went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. Jiang Cheng sat at the desk in the studio, the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard revealing a bit of nonchalance.

After the fat man washed the dishes, he came to sit on the sofa. While drying his hands, he asked Jiang Cheng whether this studio only focused on patients' mental health problems. Jiang Cheng gave an affirmative answer.

The fat man blinked, as if there was something wrong that he couldn't figure out, "Doctor, I just saw a lot of medicines in the kitchen cabinet, but most of them are for treating trauma and analgesia. Why are you hoarding these?"

Jiang Cheng looked very healthy, and the fat man even felt that he might not be his opponent if he ate freely. It was obviously not something he needed.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Cheng heard what the fat man said, he seemed to really think about it seriously. Then he walked to the kitchen and took out a box of cooling analgesic patches.

After tearing open the box, Jiang Cheng took out a sticker, then turned around and stared at the fat man with a scrutinizing look.

He lowered his head from time to time and looked at the analgesic patch in his hand.

The fat man was puzzled by Jiang Cheng, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. "Doctor," he said hurriedly, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Nothing," Jiang Cheng put away the analgesic patch and put it back in its place, then walked back to his desk and sat down, as if nothing happened.

Fatty was still doubtful at first, but when he thought about the nightmare, he felt that nothing mattered anymore.

The whole afternoon passed in a staggering manner. Taking advantage of the absence of customers, Fatty simply cleaned up the front door again. When he came back, he sat on the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. The fat man rubbed his eyes and found that Jiang Cheng was missing at the desk. He turned his head and found that Jiang Cheng was no longer in the kitchen. He woke up with a jolt.

It was already dark, and no one could tell when the nightmare would come, and without Jiang Cheng, any nightmare would be a disaster for him.

"Doctor?" the fat man shouted.

The surroundings were quiet and no one answered.

The fat man panicked. Just as he was about to look upstairs, the door suddenly opened, and a long and thin shadow came in first.

Jiang Cheng walked in carrying large and small bags and closed the door behind him.

"Doctor!" The fat man said excitedly, as if he saw hope, "Where have you been?"

Jiang Cheng handed several of the bags to the fat man who came forward. The fat man saw that inside were small boxes one by one, containing the medicines he had seen in the cabinet in the afternoon.

"This is"

"Medicine," Jiang Cheng took off his clothes and put them on the hangers. He turned around and said, "Just put them in the cabinet you saw this afternoon."

"Doctor, why did you buy so many medicines?"

Jiang Cheng came to the shelf where the medical records were placed, pulled out a red-marked medical record, and casually replied while flipping through: "Keep it for later use."

The doubts in Fatty's heart deepened. He and he were the only two people here, and no one was injured. Who were all these medicines intended for?

Suddenly, the scene he saw in the villa flashed through his mind. The fat man's thighs felt cold, and cold sweat started to flow down in an instant.

He speculated whether Jiang Cheng was a pervert and was planning to imprison him for a long time, just like the Villa family in the mission.

Those trauma medicine and painkillers were prepared for yourself to prevent yourself from being seriously injured and dying.

The more Fatty thought about it, the more he thought it was possible, and Jiang Cheng's initial excuse to drive him away now seemed to be just playing hard to get.

No wonder he was able to decipher the Villa family's conspiracy so quickly, they were basically the same kind of people!

That’s why you can see through their trap at a glance!

He must find a way to escape from here now, the sooner the better.

Just as his eyes were rolling and he was racking his brains, hoping to find a reason to leave the studio that would not arouse Jiang Cheng's suspicion, Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly came: "No one is interested in imprisoning and abusing a fat man."

The fat man suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng and found that he was leaning on the desk, flipping through the medical records in his hand without raising his head.

Jiang Cheng turned a page and continued, "My legs are on you, you can leave at any time, but I want to tell you, as long as you walk out of this door, you don't have to think about coming back."

"Can I really leave?" Hearing what Jiang Cheng said, the fat man was a little undecided. Although the man in front of him looked a little strange and his thoughts were more biased than normal people, he didn't seem to be that vicious and vicious person. only.

After a few seconds, the fat man made up his mind and said: "Doctor, I think it's better for me to stay. We can still take care of each other."

He paused, licked his lips and said sheepishly: "But can you tell me what these medicines are for?"

"Huh -" Jiang Cheng seemed to have solved the problem at hand and put away the case. He then raised his head and glanced at the fat man, his eyes seeming to ask you if you really want to know.

The fat man nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips helplessly, as if after some serious thinking, "Okay," he sighed, "Then I'll tell you, but you must not tell this secret. This is very important to me. "

Infected by Jiang Cheng's aura, the fat man became serious and straightened his back. The scene was as solemn as an oath.

He secretly guessed that Jiang Cheng might be suffering from some unspeakable hidden disease, so he needed these medicines.

I remember when facing Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Cheng once said that 30 seconds is enough.

Maybe he wasn't lying.

The fat man suddenly began to sympathize with the good-looking man in front of him.

He sighed and said that God is indeed fair. Everyone has pain hidden deep in their hearts that is unknown to others, and now Jiang Cheng is actually willing to talk to him.

When he thought of this, Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes full of encouragement, "Doctor, I'm ready, you can start."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, "the bandage is used to tie you up, the medical tape can seal your mouth well to prevent you from shouting and attracting the police, and the analgesics can ensure that you stay awake when you are tortured. I still have Two boxes of stimulants, but please understand that these are not easy to buy and are relatively expensive, so whether you can use them depends on your luck." Jiang Cheng seemed to have suddenly thought of something and continued: "By the way, I I’ve also prepared some hallucinogenic drugs to mix in the water you drink, don’t worry, I’ll get it for you to drink later.”

Fatty: "???"