Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng looked at him and said in a calm tone: "I hope you understand that I am saving you. The nightmare only has a beginning and no end, and the people here" He smiled deeply, " All have some quirks.

"Miss Chen has taken a liking to you," he said suddenly.

Chen Qiang opened his eyes in confusion.

"Skin." Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows at the human skin, gave Chen Qiang a look of understanding, then turned around and walked in the door.

After reacting, the fear in Chen Qiang's eyes almost solidified, but when he wanted to ask more questions, Jiang Cheng had already left.

The door began to become unreal and the buzzing became more and more harsh.

About to collapse.

There was no time left for him to hesitate. Chen Qiang followed the example of the people who disappeared before and ducked into the door.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

Slowly opening his eyes, the top of his head was pitch black, but it wasn't the kind of darkness where nothing could be seen, but a little bit of light remained.

Jiang Cheng could see the ceiling above his head, but it was very blurry.

There was the clicking sound of the clock hands in my ears, and the sound of breathing.

Very close.

Right next to him.

Turning his head, it turned out to be the fat man's big face.

"Doctor. Seeing Jiang Cheng wake up, Fatty's expression of surprise could not be more extreme: "You're awake! "

Frowning slightly, Jiang Cheng tried to move his body, and then sat up directly. He didn't understand why the fat man was so excited.

Something happened to An Xuan, not him.

After a while, the fat man seemed to have figured something out and said angrily: "As soon as I came out, Xia Meng told me that this dungeon has limitations and only two people can survive at most."

"She also said that the people left behind would be killed by the ghosts in a targeted manner." The fat man imagined the scene at that time, trembled and said quickly: "I think doctor, your mouth is so damaged, maybe even your tongue has to be pulled out. ”

Jiang Cheng moved his neck and squinted his eyes, looking up and down at the fat man. He felt that he always had something in his words recently, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"Where is she?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The fat man looked away, and there was a vague figure sitting in the corner, looking towards him.

The moment he spotted the figure, Jiang Cheng pounced on him.

"Mengmeng!" Jiang Cheng leaned in very affectionately, took Xia Meng's arm, and then lifted her up, "Are you okay, but you worry me to death!"

Xia Meng was sitting there thinking about something when Jiang Cheng suddenly rushed over and immediately interrupted her thoughts.

"Don't touch me!" Xia Meng said viciously, trying to push him away.

Jiang Cheng clung to her pitifully, rubbing against her and saying, "That's not what you said that night in the nightmare." With starry eyes, he said emotionally: "You pulled my belt, and you called me a cutie and said you wanted to take care of me." Have you lied to me all my life? "

Fatty watched helplessly as Jiang Cheng clung to Xia Meng, and then the two of them walked around the room, seemingly looking for something.

"Ha." Xia Meng sneered, "Do you think we can't do anything to you after you hold me hostage?"

"Mengmeng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Cheng looked around and found no one ambushing him in the room.

He held Xia Meng's arm tightly with one hand to prevent her from getting out of his control. He looked around with his eyes and held a pen in his other hand.

The steel pen cap has been taken off, and the sharp silver pen tip faintly reflects the cold light in the dark environment.

"Don't you know how I treat you?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and said aggrievedly.

It seemed like there was a sound in the room.

There was a knock on the door.

"Boom."

"Boom."

It was a quick two clicks without any sloppiness.

Jiang Cheng controlled Xia Meng tighter. Angrily, Xia Meng raised her leg and kicked Jiang Cheng sideways, but the latter nimbly dodged it and touched her.

"You won't necessarily touch anywhere again." Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Xia Meng's raised leg paused.

Fatty also rushed over at this moment, one on the left and one on the right, with Xia Meng sandwiched between them.

Looking away, Jiang Cheng looked towards the door and asked carelessly, "Who is it?"

After a while, the three of them sat on the sofa downstairs. As usual, Xia Meng sat in the middle with a face full of reluctance, Jiang Cheng on the left and Fatty on the right.

The fat man was very alert and looked back and forth from time to time.

Sitting opposite was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rubbing the corners of his eyes. The young man said with a helpless expression, "Actually, you don't have to be like this." He looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Mr. Gong already told me when he left that you can leave safely. "

After a pause, he added: "Any time."

"Actually, I'm fine." Jiang Cheng turned to look at Xia Meng, his eyes suddenly softened, and the latter immediately had an ominous premonition.

"The main reason is that Mengmeng can't bear to leave me!" He said in a measured tone: "She must send me home in person and see me lying on the bed, so she feels relieved."

Half an hour later, a black car left the villa, followed by a black nanny car.

After getting on the road, we drove towards the city.

"Boom."

"Boom."

After two knocks on the door, the door was pushed open. The person who walked into the room was very respectful. He leaned forward slightly and bowed slightly to the man standing in front of the window. "Mr. Gong," said the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. "They left," said the young man.

"Just like you said, I kidnapped the lady." He paused, a light flashed in his eyes, "Use the pen we left behind."

After a while——

"Have you contacted those people?" A rich bass voice came out, and the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses unconsciously became a little shorter.

"They took the initiative to contact us." The young man said respectfully, "The people they sent were damaged. Only one of the two came back."

"What's the details of your opponent?"

The young man couldn't help feeling embarrassed, adjusted his glasses and said, "Mr. Gong, the time is too short. They said they are still investigating."

After noticing a slight change in the middle-aged man in front of him, the young man immediately added: "But one thing has been confirmed, the other party is not an official member of Crimson. Just like before, he is just their fanatical admirer."

"Judging from the results, there should be some qualifications, but fortunately, they have not been eroded by them, otherwise there will be consequences." At this point, he stopped talking.

All he needs to do is compile the intelligence.

As for the analysis, and what conclusions can be drawn through the analysis, it is not a question that he should consider.

After he left, only the middle-aged man was left in Nuo Da's room.

Standing by the window, there is endless night outside.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

Silent, lifeless

Gradually, his iron tower-like body trembled slightly, his breathing became rapid, and his heavy breathing sounded like an out-of-control beast.

Turning his head, the glass window reflected a ferocious face, with high cheekbones, fine bloodshot threads clinging to the corners of his eyes, and veins on his forehead like dragons.

"Here it comes again?"