Nightmare Attack

After returning to the room, Fatty had not yet recovered from the shock.

But in the dead of night, it was inconvenient for him to speak loudly, so he could only keep his voice very low.

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng muttered in a low voice while wiping his hands with a wet rag: "I think they are too inactive, so put some pressure on them. You know, I do it for their own good."

The fat man had become accustomed to Jiang Cheng's routine, so he turned to ask: "What is this blood?"

"It's just what you think," he shrugged, "I borrowed it from Long Tao."

The fat man's expression became more and more exciting.

He hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about his reasoning and said: "Doctor, I guess you want to create the illusion that they have been targeted by ghosts. If the mission is not solved in time, they will be the first to die."

"uh-huh."

The fat man licked his lips and followed Jiang Cheng, "I can understand this, but you can just make a fingerprint, why do you have to draw your fingers so long?" He looked at the former and asked in confusion: "Yes?" What does it mean?"

"You want to interfere with the investigation direction of those two people and make them think that the murderer must have a huge hand!" The fat man seemed to have figured something out, and his tone became excited, "Is that so? Doctor!"

"Actually, not really," Jiang Cheng scratched his head a little embarrassed, looked back at the fat man and said, "I want to see if there is enough left in the bottle, so I don't want to waste it."

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched: "I thank you so much on Long Tao's behalf."

"You're welcome."

After using up the remaining two bottles of mineral water, Jiang Cheng finally shook off the water on his hands until the smell of blood on his hands was no longer so strong, and sat back on the floor to sleep with satisfaction.

"Doctor," the fat man called softly after a while, "are you asleep?"

"I slept soundly," Jiang Cheng answered clearly: "I just dreamed about Long Tao. He said he couldn't eat sweet and sour pork ribs without his chin. He wanted to lend you your chin for two days and return it to you then."

"I was talking to you, but you woke me up," Jiang Cheng smacked his lips and turned over and said, "Don't worry, I guess he will be here soon, and it won't be more than a few minutes late."

"My doctor," the fat man cried, wishing he could sew Jiang Cheng's mouth shut, "please shut up."

There were still about two hours until dawn, and Jiang Cheng felt that the fat man would not fall asleep again after listening to the story.

"Doctor," the fat man said furtively, "I have a question I want to ask you. I just thought of it." He lowered his already low voice, "We were in the corridor just now, you are not afraid of being Was it a ghost attack? You know, the cheongsam girl died in the corridor."

Jiang Cheng pulled the quilt and covered his chin, which also made his voice muffled.

It was even a bit strange to the fat man's ears, "It's just because the cheongsam girl died in the corridor, so I'm not afraid."

The fat man opened his eyes wide, "What doctor are you talking about?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng turned his back again, leaving the fat man with his back, "I'm tired."

"Oh, good doctor," the fat man nodded like a meter, "you can sleep peacefully, I'll wake you up if anything happens."

After finishing speaking, the fat man did not dare to disturb Jiang Cheng anymore. He lifted his legs alone and sat cross-legged on the bed.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a fat man with such thick legs could actually cross his legs.

If Jiang Cheng saw this scene, he would definitely sigh loudly at the wonder of the Creator.

In the cafeteria, Jiang Cheng was picking his teeth leisurely.

Most of the students have gone to class, and now only a few groups of students are eating breakfast.

When the fat man thought about going to the equipment center to get information, his eyebrows seemed to overlap in worry.

"Doctor," he looked away from a girl in cool clothes and turned to Jiang Cheng, "When will we leave?"

He blinked his little eyes and suggested, "How about we go around 12 o'clock at noon, when the yang energy is strong and those things can be restrained to some extent."

"That's terrible," Jiang Cheng held a toothpick in his mouth and glanced at him sideways, "Do you still remember when Long Tao died?"

The fat man thought for a while, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

Jiang Cheng was right. The time of Long Tao's death was not far from noon. It seemed that time did not have much ability to restrict the ghosts in this mission.

At this point, the fat man began to chirp again, and he said in a resentful tone: "Doctor, you said you were trying to do anything at that time, but you had to go to the instrument center. You can tell it is the most dangerous place!"

"It's better now," he sighed, "Forget it, I won't talk about you doctor anymore. When are we leaving?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head, "Why are you moving?"

"Go to the equipment center!" The fat man asked in surprise: "Don't you have lost your memory?"

"You all know it's the most dangerous place, why should we go?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment when he was asked. After a long while, he stuttered and said, "No, doctor, didn't you decide on this in the meeting yesterday?" He paused, "Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi went to find out about the three students in 407. Let’s go find the rehearsal woman. Let’s go to the equipment center.”

"Oh," Jiang Cheng Dache nodded as if he had realized something, "So that's what you were talking about. I just said it casually."

"Just saying it casually?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng used a spoon to stir the tofu puffs in front of him, but was not ready to drink it. "You can tell at a glance that the equipment center is a very dangerous place. Only fools would go there."

The fat man felt that his brain was completely exhausted, and it couldn't even compare to the bowl of tofu in front of him. "Then how are we going to do business when we go back?"

His worries were not without reason. They would definitely get together later to share their gains today.

If he had nothing to show for his side

"Doctor," the fat man came over and advised earnestly: "I think we should not be so clever. If we go back empty-handed and have no intelligence, the two teams will not give up."

"Who said we will go back empty-handed?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

For some reason, when Jiang Cheng smiled, the fat man's right eyelid began to twitch, accompanied by a chain reaction of tightening of the chrysanthemum.

"Doctor, don't laugh," the fat man pressed his right eyelid, helplessly finding that he couldn't control it at all.

Jiang Cheng really became serious. He lowered his voice, looked at the fat man very seriously and said, "We went to the equipment center this morning, but just as we walked to the door and before we entered, we saw a woman inside from a distance."

"The woman had disheveled hair, bent her waist, and posed in an extremely weird posture. What's more terrifying is that the woman has an abnormally large hand."

"We didn't dare to get close, so we could only hide behind the door and peek from afar."

"After a while, the woman walked away with a step that didn't recognize her relatives. Only then did we realize that she was painting a picture with her head down."

"Portrait," Jiang Cheng blinked, "The picture is of a person."

The fat man seemed to be listening to a book of heaven, but he was strangely attracted by the nonsense story made up by Jiang Cheng. He turned around, looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Who is in the picture?"

"Huh——"

Jiang Cheng let out a long breath, raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhen Jianren."