Nightmare Attack

After spitting out the seafood shells in his mouth, Jiang Cheng took out a wet towel and wiped his hands and replied: "Not yet.

The fat man had a worried expression on his face. The crab legs in his hands were no longer fragrant. He reluctantly put the crab legs down and looked at the doctor as if he were visiting a grave.

"Doctor," the fat man's tone was very sad. He hesitated for a long time and then said, "It's been three days, why is there still no news at all? Are you not going?"

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng raised his head, frowned at first, then stared at the fat man's big face, and asked with some hindsight: "Why do I feel that you are still a little regretful?"

"Fat man," Zhang Cheng tilted his neck and reminded him, "Although I am an orphan, even if I don't come back, you can't inherit my inheritance."

He paused and his voice became louder, "I advise you to give up this intention as soon as possible!"

The fat man looked like he was about to cry.

Although everyone knows that there is something wrong with the doctor's brain, but now that he is still thinking about inheritance distribution, Fatty feels that the doctor is somewhat outstanding.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the doctor does not have any assets.

"Doctor, please shut up," the fat man said, "I'm just caring about you. I'm worried that you won't have anyone around to help you this time."

"Who said I went by myself this time?" Jiang Cheng asked, puffing up his cheeks.

"Can Xia Meng be considered a teammate?" The fat man swallowed and looked at Jiang Cheng with confusion on his face. "Doctor, I have something you may not like to hear. Do you believe that she wants to kill you more than a ghost?"

Raising his head, Jiang Cheng said very naturally, "Don't you still have me?"

"I?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "won't you go with me? How can you trust me alone."

After being stunned for a moment, the fat man suddenly reacted and blurted out: "I'll fuck you, uncle!"

But these were all useless in Jiang Cheng's eyes. He convinced the fat man with only a few words, and also cited a few representative examples.

For example, if he were not there, Fatty would probably be involved in a nightmare, and then be caught by a ghost and have his neck broken, or his limbs would be broken and hung up, and he would be used as a mascot or something.

The fat man turned pale when he heard this. The most important thing was that this was really very likely to happen.

He is a very thoughtful person and has a very clear idea of ​​his position. His survival to this day is all due to the doctor's thigh. Although this thigh talks a lot, at least so far, it is still reliable.

"Doctor," the fat man licked his lips, looked at Jiang Cheng with very reliable eyes, and said in a deep voice, "There may have been some problems with our communication just now. In fact, my original plan was to accompany you."

He paused, "Because I don't trust you alone.

"That's it." Jiang Cheng nodded, with a look of sudden realization on his face, "Then how come I heard that you took advantage of the time to buy groceries to ask the proprietress of the dessert shop next door whether I rented or bought this studio? Did you ask about things like water and electricity bills?”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and the next second he suddenly said loudly: "Rumor! This is completely a rumor!"

He looked very excited, his neck turned red, "Doctor, don't you know what kind of person I am? Me"

"Okay, I don't want to hear it," Jiang Cheng drank the last mouthful of seafood porridge, squinted his eyes, took out a wet wipe and wiped his mouth first, then wiped his hands, and then stood up.

"Fat man, you should know me," Jiang Cheng exhaled and said in a mysterious tone: "How can there be any beautiful woman within a hundred meters around here who doesn't miss me?"

But what was supposed to come was still coming, just after this, on the afternoon of the fourth day after the middle-aged man left.

The weather was as bright and beautiful as ever. Jiang Cheng also received a very energetic-looking woman in her 30s in the morning. The two chatted happily, and the doctor later invited her to sit upstairs.

Then the fat man, who was squatting on a chair and studying survival videos on his mobile phone, went to the market to buy vegetables.

Ever since he knew that the doctor was going to take him to the next level, Fatty had become more motivated to learn and accept new things. His regular course in the morning was to browse videos of survival in the wild.

In the afternoon, I read the Sherlock Holmes books I bought from a street stall.

Go out for a run an hour after dinner, come back when it’s getting dark, and then use the doctor’s computer to watch horror movies to practice your courage.

In order to achieve the effect, he usually keeps playing alone. Sometimes he can't stand it anymore, so he quits halfway and watches a few episodes of Haier Brothers to adjust.

After all, you can also learn knowledge by watching the Haier brothers, and there is no distinction between knowledge and knowledge, but the ways of ingesting it are different.

"Buzz"

The doctor's cell phone on the table rang, and he was hiding in the bathroom, sneaking around and not knowing what he was doing.

The fat man had no choice but to take his mobile phone and go to the bathroom to find him.

A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng opened the bathroom door.

The fat man who was studying only took the time to glance at the doctor and couldn't look away again. The doctor's expression was surprisingly heavy, and he immediately realized that maybe that was what happened.

"Doctor" he opened his mouth slightly.

"Take some time to clean up," Jiang Cheng turned around and walked upstairs, along the stairs, "We'll leave later."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then got up and chased after him. While chasing, he stretched his neck and asked anxiously: "Doctor, where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

The luggage was very simple. For the sake of concealment, the two of them tacitly agreed not to wear the clothes they had worn in nightmares, nor in life.

After locking the office door, Jiang Cheng took Fatty to take a taxi to the nearest farmer's market, where there were many merchants selling clothes in the open air.

There is a lot of traffic here and the clothes sold are very cheap.

Jiang Cheng and Fatty each picked out clothes that were reasonably suitable, with good comfort and stretchability. They bought slightly better shoes, which were promotional items from a domestic sports brand.

After all, no one wants to have the embarrassment of losing something on their shoe sole while being chased by a ghost.

After that, the two took another car and headed straight out of the city.

The road was relatively remote, and the driver kept observing the two people through the rearview mirror, as if he was worried that they were carjackers who saw trouble on the road.

"What do you always see us doing?" Fatty muttered dissatisfied, "It's not like we don't pay."

"No, no," the driver said with a smile, "Isn't it not peaceful recently? People are always right." It seemed that they felt that the two of them meant no harm, and the driver gradually began to talk more.

"Is my little brother a local?" the driver asked while driving.

"No." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Are you going back to the city that night?"

"It depends."

The driver moved his lips and finally said: "Little brother, listen to my advice. If there is nothing important, don't come back."