Nightmare Attack

After a fierce and brief confrontation, Jiang Cheng lay down on the bed obediently, but it was not the biggest and best one, but a particularly broken small bed.

The fat man was lucky enough to sleep on the big bed, but he was walking on thin ice and only dared to squeeze in the edge.

Xia Meng slept in the middle of the big bed, and the three of them were in perfect harmony.

As time passed by, the fat man, who had originally planned to stay up, gradually became confused. Then his head tilted and he knew nothing.

In a blur of consciousness, he sat up from the bed, and a faint gray mist enveloped him. Originally, he had memorized the positions of all the furniture in the room, but at this moment, only vague dark black outlines were left around him.

What's even scarier is that there is no one around.

The doctor and Xia Meng, who was sleeping next to him, were gone.

He left the bed like a zombie, opened the door, and went downstairs along the European-style spiral staircase. The sound of "tap-tat" footsteps on the stairs was extremely clear.

Until he turned a corner, and the next second, his eyes raised slightly uncontrollably, and there was a dark door embedded in the tall wall in front of him.

Staggering, he walked up.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding light was slightly dazzling. He squinted and it took a while before he could see the nearby scene clearly.

He was in a hotel-like room.

But it's not a hotel in the usual modern sense, but the kind in a period movie.

He was lying on a bed, a wooden bed with plain curtains and carved wood on both sides.

The pillow is not the usual kind, but wooden, with two ends high and the middle low, and there is a soft cushion of unknown material on top.

Everything around is filled with an antique feeling. There is a low wooden four-corner square table not far away, and there are several dark chairs beside the square table.

On the table with traces of time, there is a pointed teapot, surrounded by several unresembling ice-cracked teacups made by ordinary workshops.

The door is also the kind of wooden door that often appears in costume dramas. The upper grid part is covered with a layer of paper, and it seems that it can be punctured by just poking it with saliva.

There is a shelf standing behind the door, with a yellowed bronze mirror hanging on the upper half of the shelf. The groove below can just fit a small copper basin with water in it, presumably for guests to wash.

Looking away, on another wooden shelf that looked like a clothes hanger, he saw a few items hanging on it that were either rags or towels. They were very worn, and even had threads pulled out from the edges.

All in all, this is an ancient hotel-themed hotel with a high degree of restoration. At least with a fat man's eyesight, there are no flaws so far.

Just as the fat man was thinking whether I had traveled through time or mistakenly entered the filming location of a costume film crew, the door creaked open.

This sound really frightened the fat man. He immediately sat up and wrapped his body in a thick quilt.

I don’t know if it was because he had been brainwashed by some pop-up advertisement recently. He was very worried that a beautiful woman would walk in, wearing revealing clothes, holding a coarse porcelain bowl in both hands, and then calling him with a gentle voice: "Da Lang, it’s time to eat." The medicine is gone.”

But not bad

The person who came was indeed a woman, and she looked good, but she was not gentle. On the contrary, there was a hint of coldness on her face. Xia Meng suddenly rushed in and said: "Damn fat man, you are indeed here."

"You?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, "Where's the doctor?"

"Get up and follow me!"

Led by Xia Meng, they left the room. Outside the door was an equally antique corridor, with wooden handrails on one side and a hall-like place below. People sat around in twos and threes, drinking and ordering. None of them were modern people. outfit.

On the other side, there are doors one after another. Some doors are open and the decoration inside can be seen. They are similar to the one where the fat man lives. Some doors are closed.

They walked to the end of the corridor, turned a corner, and heard the sound of someone arguing and crying, which was a little harsh.

Xia Meng opened the door very quietly, and the scene inside really surprised the fat man.

I saw a small room that was packed with people. When the two fat men came in, everyone looked at them with appraising eyes.

Fatty understood immediately. These people seemed to be teammates this time.

But what he didn't expect was that there would be so many teammates this time. There were 10 people in the room. It was unclear whether there were any orphans who were "abandoned" outside like doctors.

"Where is this?" A cry came from the bed, but he still pretended to be very confident, "Who are you? Let me tell you, if you don't let me go, I will call the police. !”

As if he was worried that his words were not convincing, the man finally added in a loud voice: "Let the law punish you!"

Just when Fatty, whose mind was still in a state of confusion, thought that he had matched with a stupid new person again, Xia Meng's voice reached his ears.

She kept her voice extremely low, as if she didn't want others to hear her, and she seemed to be asking for help because she couldn't bear it anymore, "You, please shut him up."

After blinking, the fat man looked carefully at the bed. A few seconds later, there was a "buzzing" sound in his head, and then ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his mind.

The poor man on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, with his upper body exposed, his body shaking from time to time as he cried, and tears in his eyes, turned out to be a special doctor!

He was used to seeing doctors wearing clothes. He suddenly didn't recognize him when he was naked.

Fortunately, after seeing Fatty and Xia Meng appear, Jiang Cheng calmed down a lot, at least he stopped struggling and crying, and his "whispering" phenomenon was also much better.

Probably in order to match the doctor's perfect acting skills, the fat man walked over "swearing" and acted as a rule explainer to popularize science for him.

While listening to the lecture, Jiang Cheng showed a frightened expression from time to time, with fearful eyes like a confused deer.

Xia Meng, who was standing not far away, had already helped Jiang Cheng's parents loosen the soil several times in her mind.

"So we have traveled through time?" Jiang Cheng sat beside the bed, his performance much better than before.

"I'm afraid that's the case," the speaker was an old man with white eyebrows and beard, wearing a snow-white Tai Chi suit and a pair of black cloth shoes.

He looked like an old man who was doing Tai Chi in the square early in the morning. He was very kind, but at this moment his eyebrows were squeezed together, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

Before entering the nightmare, the middle-aged man also told them some representative tasks and focused on analyzing their way out.

Although he said that he collected it, from the detailed level of his analysis, you can tell that this cannot be done by someone who has experienced it personally. A middle-aged man has also entered nightmares and has quite a lot of experience.

But even in the narrations of middle-aged people, they are not so outrageous as to travel to ancient times.