Nightmare Attack

"Doctor"

The fat man began to tremble again, and he spoke in a very small voice, as if to remind Jiang Cheng.

But as his waist was pinched hard, he immediately closed his mouth.

Jiang Cheng's meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Then the fat man felt relieved. Since he could see the abnormality of Director Li, let alone Jiang Cheng.

He might have thought of how to get out.

"How did Chen Yao die?" Jiang Cheng spoke for the second time.

Director Li raised his head, and the face under the sunglasses made them feel unfamiliar. After a while, the hoarse voice sounded again: "She hanged herself."

"Suicide?"

The woman nodded, "Yes."

To be honest, the fat man didn't believe the woman in front of him. He even doubted whether the woman was Director Li.

The name Chen Yao might be true. She was the girl who turned into a female ghost after death, but the fat man pursed his lips, and cold sweat slid down his neck and wet his collar.

Who can confirm that the woman in front of him is not Chen Yao?

She might be a ghost.

The fat man's subconscious reaction was to take the camera that Jiang Cheng was carrying to test it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he met Jiang Cheng's murderous eyes.

The fat man shuddered and put his hand down again.

When the fat man looked again, Jiang Cheng's face was normal.

The latter looked at the woman with a tight mouth, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

"Chen Yao is a freshman in 2009," the woman said slowly.

The hoarse voice was very immersive, and instantly brought the two into the era that belonged to them.

"I am one year older than her, so I am considered her senior."

"I was the host of the welcome party that year. She had a program at the party, and that's how we met."

"She is very beautiful, and she can sing and dance well. She shined at the welcome party and attracted a lot of people's attention. I can see that she has a good temperament and is more talented in ballet, so I suggested that she switch to ballet."

She paused and explained: "When she first came to school, she signed up for modern dance."

"Class 1 of the dance department?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Well," the woman nodded, then remained silent for a while before continuing, "This is also the decision I regret the most in my life."

Her voice was low, and her lips showed a strange arc.

The fat man couldn't help thinking that this woman was really generous, personally sending her rival to her fiancé.

Of course, he would never dare to say such words.

His face also followed the woman's, showing indignation.

"It was fine at first. I was right. Her attainments in classical ballet were much higher than those in modern dance. In just one month, her posture, body shape, and footwork had reached a high level."

She continued, "Even my fiancé was impressed by this girl. Some teachers even said privately that Chen Yao was born for classical ballet."

"The freshmen of the 2009 class were very lucky. They had not been enrolled for half a year when they caught up with the school's anniversary celebration. Not only would all the teachers and students of the school be present, but also some alumni with status, even some stars, film and television company bosses, and producers would be invited to attend."

"You may not understand, for those of us who study art, the importance of networking opportunities is very important. It is important, even higher than one's own professional level. "

"Some good seedlings who have spent their entire lives pursuing the limits of art are unknown until they die because they have no opportunities."

Jiang Cheng nodded, with a sad expression, and said: "I know a little about the entertainment industry. The cruelty there is to eat people without spitting out bones. A good person who goes in may not even recognize himself when he looks back a few years later."

The woman raised her head and looked at Jiang Cheng with a changed gaze, "Have you ever been in this circle?"

The fat man was worried about Jiang Cheng in his heart, thinking that you should just let her talk quietly, but she had to interrupt. Now, if she can't answer, the bodies of both of them may stink in a few days.

No, this is the good thing here, the bodies will not stink.

At most, they will disappear for no reason.

"That's about it," Jiang Cheng straightened his back, unbuttoned a few more buttons of his shirt with one hand, and looked extremely calm.

The fat man shuddered, and suddenly a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"I'm the top star in our nightclub," Jiang Cheng nodded formally, "Do you understand what a top star is? After a customer orders me, they won't look at anyone else."

The next second, Jiang Cheng slowly stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist upward, and pointed his fist at the woman in front of him. His solemn expression made the fat man feel that he was a normal person.

The fat man was stunned, his teeth were trembling. He didn't understand what medicine Jiang Cheng had taken wrong, why did the style suddenly become inexplicably passionate from here.

Until Jiang Cheng shouted the next sentence--

"They said that I have no other problems except being expensive!"

The fat man: ""

The woman seemed to be confused by Jiang Cheng's strange remarks. It took her a long time to react, and she drew a line with Jiang Cheng as soon as she reacted.

"Mr. Haohao," the woman showed an embarrassed expression in front of the two men for the first time, "We seem to be talking about different things. We are artists, and you are not, you are..." "I am also an artist," Jiang Cheng shouted dissatisfiedly, "I have also devoted myself to art!" Fatty: "God damn, I devoted myself to art"

"Mr. Hao Hao," the woman took a deep breath, so much that even her mask changed slightly, "in short, we are different."

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Cheng said, "I just know what's going on."

The woman felt that she and Jiang Cheng could not reach an agreement on this issue, so she had to change the topic back to the previous topic, but as she continued to talk, the fat man gradually felt a difference.

The strange aura surrounding the woman seems to have weakened a lot, and the woman's body movements have become more coordinated, without the puppet-like feeling at the beginning.

He seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was no different from before. He would talk to the woman from time to time, as if he was very interested.

But the fat man had very good eyesight, and he noticed a glimmer of light on Jiang Cheng's forehead, who nodded from time to time.

It was a drop of sweat, slowly sliding down along the corner of the eye.

In just less than a minute, many beads of sweat appeared out of thin air on Jiang Cheng's head. It would be no exaggeration to describe him as dripping with sweat.

"Because Chen Yao has improved very quickly, the school is planning to select her to perform on stage," the woman gritted her teeth, "That is a solo dance opportunity, which is very rare."

"Then what?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Hearing this, the woman raised her head suddenly. Through her sunglasses, she seemed to be able to feel the sinister gaze from those eyes, "But she gave up. She said she hoped to find a dance partner to dance with her!"