Nightmare Attack

Chapter 248 Will
"By the way, doctor," the fat man asked, "How did Chen Xiaomeng find us?" Then he blinked and asked tentatively, "Pi Ruan sold you, right?"

"No."

Jiang Cheng and him explained a little bit, and the matter was not very complicated. At least it seemed that the fat man understood.

"Then the background behind Chen Xiaomeng is also quite scary," the fat man said with a bitter face, a little regretful: "If we had known this, we shouldn't have frightened her in the bad mission before, but now it's all right, let's bring brothers to revenge coming."

"Don't you think it's strange?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man with a strange look, which made the latter's whole body tense, "If it's just to solve me, it won't take so much trouble, I doubt Chen Xiaomeng and the others are right I"

"Doctor," the fatty interrupted, poking his neck, "If you want to say that Chen Xiaomeng likes you or something, I advise you to shut up as soon as possible."

"I have seen the posture just now," he continued, "If you hadn't taken advantage of being an orphan, she would have dug up your ancestral grave."

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng immediately became unhappy.

"Squeak-"

Before Jiang Cheng could argue, he heard the door behind him open. There seemed to be something wrong with the hinge of the door. When it opened, there was a long, half-dead sound, which was harsh.

The dying sunset came in along the door, and the figure of the future man was stretched out.

"Tat-tat-tat."

There was a clean and tidy kicking sound of leather shoes, and the visitor sat down on the sofa without seeing anyone else. The fat man stared at the visitor dumbfounded, as if he could stuff a golf ball into his mouth.

"Go ahead," the middle-aged man with a scar under his lip took a sip from his water glass, put it down, and said calmly, "I can wait."

It was the middle-aged man brought by Chen Xiaomeng.

Fatty's eyes suddenly burst into panic. He watched this man being taken away by the police. How long did it take before the doctor was released? How could he...
In the next second, he immediately looked towards the door. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone else for the time being.

Chen Xiaomeng, and several other young people did not show up.

Unlike Fatty's panic, Jiang Cheng didn't show much surprise. He looked at the middle-aged man who was as stable as Mount Tai, and asked, "Where's Xia Meng?"

"No," the middle-aged man replied, "I locked her in the car, otherwise the situation would be very bad now."

The middle-aged man looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, and asked after a while, "You don't seem too surprised?"

"You can't say that, you came earlier than I thought." Jiang Cheng said.

"Really?" The middle-aged man smiled.

It's okay if he doesn't smile, but when he smiles, the fat man's goosebumps will rise. The middle-aged man's appearance belongs to the rigid category. When he smiles now, the corner of his lips stretches the scar on his jaw, which looks very scary.

"What exactly are you looking for me for?" Jiang Cheng casually picked up the files scattered on the ground, dusted them off, and put the files back in place.

"After a while, we're going to enter a nightmare to complete a mission." The middle-aged man said succinctly, "We need people like you."

"What's in it for me?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

The middle-aged man put down his glass, and a subtle emotion flashed across his face as if he had been cut with a knife, "I can tell you about the nightmare when I come out."

"You're so awesome, why don't you go by yourself?" Information about the nightmare was indeed what Jiangcheng urgently needed, but he couldn't lose his momentum.

"There are too many people who know my face. We need a new face." The middle-aged man did not hide anything. His back was straight and he stood there like a sharp spear. He looked at him and said, "You are very good, you are a smart person, you know how to judge the situation, just now you know what to say and what not to say in the police station, and your skills are barely enough."

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms, leaned against the desk, squinted his eyes, and finally grinned and said, "It seems that you are also being targeted this time."

The middle-aged man did not speak.

"Who is the other party?"

Hearing that the middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa, the last bit of the setting sun receded, the lights in the room were not turned on, and everything was shrouded in hazy darkness.

Such an environment couldn't help but make Fatty nervous, as if something big was about to happen in the next second.

"Have you heard of Crimson?" The tone of the middle-aged man changed abruptly.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but after the middle-aged man uttered these two words, many fragments suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind, like a door made of mirrors, which suddenly shattered.

But this scene only lasted for a moment, and after a while, it dissipated like a cloud.

"No." He answered calmly.

"Huh—" the middle-aged man exhaled, he didn't find anything worthy of his guard in the latter's eyes, and that was what he was most worried about.

"The people there are nuts."

The eyes of the middle-aged man became far-reaching, as if recalling what happened a long time ago.

"Nightmares are never short of lunatics." Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man, and said later, "Only lunatics can survive the mission. They are driven crazy by nightmares."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's different."

"You mentioned them. It seems that Crimson is an organization," Jiang Cheng said, "There are many members in it, and this organization called Crimson has enmity against you."

"I don't know how to describe it to you, but the word "organization" is too specific." He looked up at Jiang Cheng's eyes. The two eyes met, and neither of them avoided it. "In my understanding, Crimson is more It's like a will, and its members are all absorbed by this will."

"will?"

"They are the product of the entanglement of all negative wills. For those who are deeply trapped in nightmares, crimson represents despair."

"If you meet them, you will die," Jiang Cheng frowned, "Is that so?"

"That's the best end," the middle-aged man sighed, "and some people will be hunted by them in their nightmares." He paused, as if thinking of something, and said in a very low voice after a while: "Use Ways you can't imagine."

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