Nightmare Attack

Chapter 255
"Get out of the car." After the middle-aged man stopped the car, he got out of the car first, and the fat man was the second. His movements were even faster than Jiang Cheng's, as if something like a jackal and beast was chasing after him. he.

Opening the car door, Jiangcheng stood on the open space and looked around, and found that it was a villa-style building with a very large area, surrounded by a stone wall as a partition.

But judging from the mottled exterior, it was already very old, and the location was also very remote. At least for him who lived in Rongcheng for a long time, he didn't know that there was such a place in the suburbs.

The fat man approached Jiang Cheng in a few steps, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, where is this?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, then narrowed his eyes, looking at the middle-aged man who got out of the car.

Although it seems that Xia Meng has the highest priority among this group of people, here, the others are obviously taking orders from the middle-aged man, who exists like a manager.

As soon as the middle-aged man got out of the car, a young man who had been waiting on the side immediately got into the car, sat in the driver's seat and drove away.

A rolling shutter door was slowly raised on a side of the building, revealing a dark, garage-like space. The black car that brought them slowly fell into it, and then the rolling shutter door fell, covering all traces.

The gate of the villa gradually closed, and with a bang, the rusty iron gate closed, as if leaving the sun and hope outside.

The fat man's throat couldn't help rolling twice.

He seemed to want to say something, but when he saw Jiang Cheng's face, he closed his mouth wisely.

After a while of tossing and turning, the setting sun slanted to the west, and half of the setting sun hung in the sky, as if an old man on the verge of death was reluctant to take his last breath.

The dilapidated villa stands tall in the setting sun, casting a half-dead shadow on the ground.

No nonsense, the middle-aged man walked towards the villa, Jiang Cheng stepped up and followed him about two meters behind him, and the fat man followed the doctor in a small step.

It seems that no one has lived in this villa for a long time. When they walked in the door, they saw some people busy tidying up inside.

Several people sat down in front of the spacious leather sofa. In front of them was a very clean marble table. There were several cups on the table that could almost reflect the silhouette of people.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to pick up one, and the remaining warmth from his fingers was just right.

He took a sip, then held the cup in his hand and did not put it down, as if he was absorbing the temperature in it to dispel the chill not long ago, "It seems that this is here." He raised his eyes and looked opposite.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side didn't speak, and sat there with a strong aura. After a while, he nodded, "Yes, after dinner, you can prepare it."

"You... you want to enter the nightmare here?" Fatty also realized at this moment, it turned out that the reason why these people spent a lot of time building this place like a fortress was to use this as a base to enter the nightmare.

"Without me," the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the fat man, and said flatly, "It's you."

Although the doctor had emphasized to himself early on that he had to bring himself to write the book this time, but now he said it from the middle-aged population, it was really confirmed.

After all, it seems that doctors are also subject to the restraint of this middle-aged man.

Fatty knew very well that the current doctor might be suffocated, and Xia Meng's life might not be easy when he entered the task.

"The clue newspaper is in your hands." Jiang Cheng's voice was very calm. Although Xia Meng was sitting very close to him and could be seen by turning his head, his attention was still focused on the middle-aged man.

After all, he is the only one who can bring him a sense of crisis here.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

It’s not hard to guess, the clue newspaper can open the corresponding door by placing it close to your body. Jiang Cheng has personally experienced this in the school dungeon. .

He also didn't propose to take a look at the newspaper to check the goods first, after all, this time he wasn't alone, and Xia Meng, who seemed very precious, was with him.

Ah no, I was with her.

Life and death are shared, fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

According to the temperament of a middle-aged person, if Xia Mengliang dies, then even if he survives the nightmare mission and returns to reality, he may be in a very bad situation.

After an ordinary dinner, Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Xia Meng all came down to a large room upstairs under the leadership of the middle-aged man.

The villa has three floors, but as far as the current situation is concerned, there are only people on the first floor, and the second and third floors are very quiet.

Here, a few people had a simple meeting. In fact, they were listening to the middle-aged man talk about some points that need attention in nightmares. The reason why it was called a meeting was entirely because of the serious appearance of the middle-aged man.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man only mentioned a little bit of the information about Crimson that Jiangcheng most wanted to know.

He only said that there was information that Crimson would intervene this time, but to what extent, whether it would send people to infiltrate, what kind of people would be sent, whether it was male or female, and how many, there was no such specific information at all.

Raising his wrist, the middle-aged man glanced at his watch, raised his eyes and said, "It's 10 o'clock sharp, half an hour later I will start to clear out other people in this villa, including me."

Before leaving, the middle-aged man looked at Xia Meng who was deliberately avoiding him, sighed, and then stretched out his hand, the fat man blinked suspiciously, wondering what the hell they were doing.

A few seconds later, Xia Meng reluctantly took out a newspaper from the close fitting part of her clothes in front of her. The middle-aged man took it, turned around, and handed the newspaper to Jiang Cheng.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng grabbed him.

"Please," the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Jiang Cheng stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "I hope that when you come out, you can still abide by our previous agreement."

The middle-aged man took one last look at Xia Meng, turned around and strode away.

After the wooden door was closed, only Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Xia Meng were left staring at each other in the room.

But different from Fatty's imagined scene, Xia Meng didn't show off his power at all.

She sat on the corner of the largest bed in the room, staring at Jiang Cheng, and glanced at the newspaper in the latter's hand from time to time.

"Doctor," the fat man approached furtively, staring at the newspaper in Jiangcheng's hand with bright eyes, and said, "This thing must be fake, right? Why do I feel it's so easy?"

He kept gesturing to Jiang Cheng to look at Xia Meng with his eyes, obviously wanting to ask why the newspaper was not given to her, but to his group.

Jiang Cheng didn't have as many thoughts as Fatty Xia Meng. He left Fatty and came to the biggest and most comfortable bed where Xia Meng was. With a smile, he pressed the folded newspaper tightly to his face.

"It's still hot." He grinned happily.

(End of this chapter)