Nightmare Attack

Chapter 236
If Su Ran was in his sister's room, he would have noticed that the woman who was panting violently with one hand leaning on the huge French window now made him a little strange.

Looking up, the bright moonlight outside the window came in, and tonight was a rare full moon.

Su Xiaoxiao's shadow was left alone on the wall.

After watching it for a long time, the shadow became more and more distorted, as if there was something weird and alive, trying to burst out of it.

Uniform sunlight pours in along the windows. In a small office, the atmosphere is warm and harmonious.

"Doctor," said the fat man, "please move your seat."

Moaning, Jiang Cheng sat up from his office chair, then walked to the sofa with a small blue book that recorded the needs of rich customers, and began to study it with great concentration.

"Hurry up," Jiang Cheng picked up his cup, sipped the ground coffee that Fatty made early in the morning, and said slowly.

Wearing a rubber glove in his right hand and holding a rag, the fat man, who was spraying detergent on the desk with his left hand, responded repeatedly, "Doctor, please wait a while. I'll call you after I finish wiping the desk."

"uh-huh."

Feeling the feeling of the coffee bursting on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably.

A bag of 1 yuan and 5 bags of instant coffee can no longer satisfy his picky taste buds.

Originally, according to his economic level, he was not qualified to enjoy this top-quality coffee from Ethiopia.

It was sent by Pi Ruan.

The fridge was also full of other goodies he sent.

The fat man stared at the marbled beef and said in admiration that he had seen such beef in the Yellow Crane Tower, and it was all sold by gram.

So Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said that he wanted to eat fried beef cubes at noon.

"Doctor," the fat man turned his head and asked curiously while wiping the back of the chair, "Is there anything good today? I feel that you are in a particularly good mood."

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, then looked at the fat man with serious eyes and said, "I have something to do tonight."

"It's a big deal," he emphasized.

The fat man's cheerful expression immediately paused, and then his face became serious.

His mood was not as good as it seemed, but he used the time to keep himself busy to selectively forget what happened before.

And those unbelievable guesses.

For those difficult problems that cannot be solved, or even incomprehensible, the fat man's approach is to temporarily put them aside, after all, life must go on.

He opened his mouth, and the fat man's attitude became much more cautious. He stared at the doctor, and said after a while, "Doctor, are you going to enter that door tonight?"

Although he knew that the doctor was unlikely to accept his suggestion, he hesitated again and again, and said: "Doctor, I suggest you take a good rest and don't be too impatient." He paused, "I feel like something in my nightmare still need."

"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, it's my business," Jiang Cheng continued to sip his coffee, squinting his eyes, and moaned happily, "Ah~~"

Fat man: "."

"Does that require me to do anything?" he asked tentatively.

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him. He closed the book, looked out the door alone, shook his head and said, "No, you can just stay home."

"Got the doctor."

According to the intensity of the nightmare, he just escaped from the nightmare last night, and he will not be involved in the nightmare again tonight.

Of course, it's another thing to carry the clue newspaper close to the body like the doctor did last time.

They already knew that that was the way to actively enter the nightmare.

But even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it, because they had nothing on them now.

The only newspaper with a clue had been consumed by the doctor.

The whole day is spent in a relatively relaxed atmosphere, and those who have experienced nightmares seem to have truly learned how to face life.

Contrary to what Fatty had expected at the beginning, while waiting to enter the nightmare, instead of being numb from fear, losing hope in life, and turning into a puddle of mud, on the contrary, his life was more meaningful than before.

At least for doctors it is.

After he was busy, he first helped the doctor clean the room, repaired the dilapidated bookshelves, tables and chairs in the office, and then sorted out the messy wiring, and fixed them with blunt nails and insulating tape respectively.

Finally, the doctor arranged a balanced diet.

The fly in the ointment is that the pan-fried beef cubes at noon were postponed to the evening due to some irresistible factors.

Hastily forked a piece into his mouth, and the doctor who frowned was rarely commented.

But it was clear from his expression that the doctor was very satisfied with the dinner.

Otherwise, he will comment more or less.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng squinted, leaned on the sofa, and shouted to the busy fat man in the kitchen, "Just fry the remaining beef on both sides. I want it to be well-done."

He thought for a while and continued, "Don't waste such good ingredients."

"Why don't you eat it raw, doctor," the fat man said loudly, "We don't have any sea salt or black pepper anyway, and there's still half a pack of hot sauce left, you can just eat it with it."

Under the care of the fat man, Jiang Cheng's complexion has improved a lot recently. He didn't eat too much for dinner, and when he was about 7 or 8 minutes full, he reluctantly put down the fork in his hand.

After counting the number of beef cubes left, he then went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and inspected it.

After the fatty packed up his work, he yawned and thought about going upstairs to sleep for a while, but when he got upstairs and lay down, the feeling of darkness around him still made him shiver.

He couldn't help but imagine the possibility of being sucked into a nightmare when he fell asleep, and the chances of surviving.

Nightmares are a very metaphysical concept for Fatty. If he must give an analogy, he feels a little like flying.

The chances of being drawn into a nightmare tonight are as low as the chances of being in a plane crash.

But once this premise is established, then depending on one's own ability, the probability of survival may be about the same as the probability of survival after the plane crash.

Thinking of this, Fatty wisely chose to roll up the quilt, then carried the quilt downstairs, spread it on the sofa, and lay down facing the doctor.

In this position, just to see the doctor.

He instantly felt much safer.

After several times of kind reminders from the doctor, he must now sleep with the quilt covered above his neck, at the position of his chin. According to the doctor, when a ghost comes to break his neck, he will have a chance to struggle.

"Doctor," the fat man covered his lower half of his face in the quilt, his voice muffled, "It's not good to exercise vigorously after a meal," he kindly persuaded, "A classmate of mine died like this before."

Jiang Cheng, who was doing push-ups with one hand, twitched, almost flattening the ground, then stood up, tilted his neck, and stared at the fat man suspiciously.

　Sorry, I was busy packing up things yesterday, so I didn't have time to update it. I will make up for it in the past two days (the dog's head saves my life)

　
(End of this chapter)