Nightmare Attack

Late at night.

In the studio, Jiang Cheng sat alone in front of the computer, his fingers resting on the keyboard, tapping from time to time.

There are names on the screen.

People who have disappeared recently in this city.

At a rough glance, there are dozens.

For this small city that is not prosperous, it is a quite scary number.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng's eyes changed slightly, and he suspected that this was just a part of the missing people.

There are also some people whose names have not been registered for various reasons.

This is by no means an ordinary criminal offense or a simple loss that can be explained away.

Like their former selves, they walked into the door that only appeared in their sleep, but they were not as lucky as themselves. They were lost in the nightmare and never came out.

He is used to describing these missing people as lost.

rather than die.

Because it sounds warmer.

Weird reasons.

But he just felt it was appropriate.

It's raining heavily tonight, and it's like a big hole in the sky, and free rain is pouring down.

He deliberately left the window open.

This way you can clearly feel the rain outside.

I brought the thick work coat for the fat man. Although it could not protect him from wind and rain, it was still no problem for him to insist on finding a hotel to stay.

The fat man has money in his pocket.

I hope he will never be stingy at this time.

Looking away from the rain outside the window, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and looked at the door pattern that appeared on his left hand. A strange aura spread around him.

It's like something is stirring in the dark.

This door gave him the feeling that it didn't just appear in his hand, let alone the one in a painting, but that it had grown into his body and integrated with him.

He didn't know how to understand this door, nor how to describe it, but the vision that appeared to him reminded him of a person.

The middle-aged man next to Xia Meng.

he once said to himself.

Nightmares are the projection of real history in the darkness. This distorted history has been deprived of light and beauty, leaving only regret, blood, cruelty, and all kinds of negative emotions.

And those murderous ghosts are the products of this nightmare.

Every twisted history is an independent nightmare, and every nightmare will give birth to corresponding ghosts.

The man looked into his own eyes and told himself that these ghosts were the best thing.

He still remembers the look in the man's eyes when he said this.

Staring at the door in his hand, Jiang Cheng felt that what he said was still not specific enough.

What he really wants to express is the door in his hand. 【】

And what's behind the door.

In the dim room, Jiang Cheng listened to two completely different heartbeats coming from his body. He knew clearly that from this moment on.

Everything is different.

He too has been corrupted by something.

That thing was inside him.

Quietly dormant, waiting.

Waiting for the moment to break out of the body.

He could even feel the malicious gaze.

Because it seems familiar.

"Finally follow me out?" Jiang Cheng exhaled and leaned back on the chair. His whole body looked relaxed, but in fact the muscles under his clothes were tense.

"none?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the guy in his body seemed to be responding. The heartbeat of another person who was not his was getting faster and clearer.

In the end, it even overwhelmed Jiang Cheng's own heartbeat.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he vaguely heard a burst of laughter.

Neither light nor heavy, as if from hell.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs. They were relatively flat and a bit draggy. It looked like the person was walking downstairs in slippers.

"Still not sleeping?" There was a gentle voice, like spring water, Jiang Cheng was in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses.

The chill that spread from the bottom of my heart quickly subsided.

The time is not yet ripe.

The guy inside doesn't seem to want to expose himself.

Moving his gaze to the stairs, there stood a graceful woman.

The woman changed her clothes, and her burgundy pajamas were draped diagonally on her body, giving off a lazy feeling all over her body.

Like a precious cat.

Lin Waner.

He is also the boss of Jiangcheng.

She said she wanted to stay tonight because it was raining too much outside and she was worried about being in danger while driving alone.

For a very unreasonable reason, Jiang Cheng asked himself that he couldn't get any advantage from this woman. After all, she taught him everything he had.

How could such a woman be in danger?

Even if you meet those guys who don't have long eyes, it's only those people who are so dangerous.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Cheng asked aloud after rubbing his temples.

Too many things happened recently, and everything was full of weirdness and conspiracy, which made him overwhelmed. Now that Lin Wan'er said this, he was indeed a little tired.

Lin Wan'er looked at him, leaning against the wall with one shoulder. The aura of Qin Lou Chu Pavilion spread like the most deadly poison, "I can't sleep alone."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his face helplessly, seemingly trying to regain some energy. After a while, he said, "Please don't be like this."

Walking to the sofa, Lin Wan'er sat down and put one leg lightly on the other. Even in such a dim environment, it still glowed white.

But Jiang Cheng seemed to be seeing it all too often and couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

He typed the keyboard in front of him carelessly, making a clicking sound.

"Actually, you'd better go back to sleep." Jiang Cheng exhaled and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Lin Wan'er's legs swayed slightly and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was waiting for Jiang Cheng's next words.

Forced to have no choice, Jiang Cheng took a breath and said in a reassuring tone: "Even if I get sick, I will continue to work and I will not delay making money for you."

"real?"

"real!"

"Then why the recent accounts don't match up?" Lin Wan'er raised the corners of her lips, and a beautiful light appeared in her eyes, "When you received Nan Jin and the others, you drew a total of 9,000 from the bar, but you didn't register this money. At least I didn’t see it.”

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng secretly scolded the bar owner for not practicing martial ethics. He had made a promise before, but then turned around and sold himself out.

Next time I go there, I must make up a story about the bar owner’s romantic affairs, one paragraph a day, and tell it to his wife.

Stretching out a finger, Lin Wan'er tapped the armrest of the sofa with her fingertips. She didn't show any impatience, but Jiang Cheng was under a lot of pressure.

"You gave it to Wang Fugui." Lin Waner's voice was very calm, and her charming aura was gone. Very few people could see this side of her.

But Jiangcheng is an exception.

After all, he is the person who has always been by his side, and there are some essential things that cannot be hidden.