Nightmare Attack

Chapter 24 Coffee
"Doctor, don't scare me," Fatty said with a bitter face and trembling, "Don't look at me being strong, I'm all puffy, and I can't help but scare me at all."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at him. He seemed to remember that the food made by Fatty was really delicious, so he let him go and didn't continue talking.

Since he was with Jiang Cheng, Fatty's nerves have grown a lot, and after a while, he started to jump up and down again, "Doctor," Fatty licked his lips, and asked in a low voice, "You said that we will still be able to sleep tonight after we fall asleep. Into a nightmare?"

Killing intent step by step in the nightmare, that strange yet very real feeling makes people shudder.

Jiang Cheng, who was busy hanging up wet clothes, stopped what he was doing, thought for a few seconds, and then returned: "It shouldn't be, although our physical strength can be completely recovered from the last nightmare, but the energy we spent can't get it back. recover."

Fatty understood what Jiang Cheng meant. What he meant was that the energy expended in the nightmare could not be recovered like physical strength. If it continued like this, they would become more and more tired, and eventually they would be consumed by the nightmare.

From the mouths of Fan Li and Sister Nuan, they learned that although nightmares are terrifying, they often have a chance of survival, which is obviously inconsistent with the rules of nightmares.

"That's good," Fatty exhaled a long breath, then turned to say, "I'm still thinking about whether I should stay awake tonight or not."

"It's meaningless." Jiang Cheng shook his head, "You can last a few nights at most, and when you can't hold back and fall asleep, you will die in a nightmare."

This dead character instinctively gave Fatty a chill, and he quickly explained that he was just complaining and wouldn't do that.

The night was getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance were lit up a little bit. Through a half-opened glass window, you could see the feasting and feasting of the outside world. The fat man leaned his chin and stared at the window.

Recalling the bits and pieces in the nightmare, I cherish the beauty of the real world more and more.

Jiang Cheng was paralyzed on his office chair watching horror movies, eating french fries with ketchup, he called Fatty, but the latter couldn't survive.

Jiang Cheng almost fell asleep after watching "The Mountain Village Old Corpse".

When I opened my eyes, I saw the fat man huddled on the sofa, covering his ears, with an uncomfortable look on his face.

When he realized that Jiang Cheng was awake, Fatty let go of his hand as if he had seen a savior and said, "Doctor, what movie did you watch, that ghost is too scary."

After listening to Fatty's explanation, Jiang Cheng realized that Fatty had heard a very strange singing, and then wanted to go over and shut down the movie, but he was just in time for Chu Renmei to show up.

"The ghost you mentioned is called Chu Renmei," Jiang Cheng explained. "It was a miserable woman in the feudal society, and it was also the prototype of Mr. Lu Xun's "La Traviata."

Fatty automatically blocked what Jiang Cheng said.

After turning off the computer, the two went upstairs to sleep.

Fatty reflected that it was a little cold last night, and Jiang Cheng found him a new quilt. Fatty seized Jiang Cheng's last chance to walk into the bedroom and told him that if he was afraid after watching a horror movie, he could accompany him.

Before he finished speaking, the bedroom door slammed shut, followed by the sound of locking.

The fat man slapped his mouth and lay down unwillingly. Jiang Cheng reminded him before that it is best to put on clothes and shoes before going to bed.

So Fatty took advantage of the sunshine to brush his shoes today, and bought himself a new pair of sneakers while he was out to buy groceries, which he is wearing on his feet at the moment.

The location of the studio is relatively remote, and it is very quiet at night.

Jiang Cheng habitually pulled the quilt to his chin, breathing smoothly and evenly.

Compared with ordinary people, his physique is very different. He is not so sensitive to the perception of hot and cold, and he rarely gets sick, and his pain-sensing nerves are relatively dull.

Sometimes he even felt like an emotionless tool man.

He fell asleep in a daze.

It was a deep sleep.

A strange melody echoed in his ears.

Not classical, not pop, not jazz, the melody of this piece was unlike any genre he knew.

The voice seemed to be born in the dark.

Born in darkness, and return to darkness.

Jiang Cheng felt that everything was leaving him. He seemed to be sinking into the depths of the ocean, and he seemed to be walking into an endless tunnel.

Despair, only despair, and nothing else.

A crisp cracking sound sounded, like a pure black cloth being torn apart by brute force, and Jiang Cheng suddenly woke up.

He found himself standing on the corner of the first floor of the studio, with a black iron door standing in front of him.

The body gave orders before the brain, and he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

After a strange dizziness, his feet seemed to have found a support point and stepped on a solid ground.

In front of you is a building similar to a school. It is not large in scale, and you can see the side at a glance.

Several buildings stand quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun, pulling out dark gray shadows, which are quite romantic.

He squinted at the setting sun, and judged that the current time in this world was about 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

No one else was seen nearby, and the door to the school was closed.

He covered the dazzling sunlight with his hands, stared at the school for a few moments, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

(End of this chapter)