Nightmare Attack

Chapter 56 Information
After returning to the room, Fatty has not recovered from the shock.

But it was inconvenient for him to speak loudly due to the silence of the night, so he could only keep his voice extremely low.

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng muttered while wiping his hands with a damp rag, "I think they are too inactive, so put some pressure on them. You know, I'm doing it for their own good too."

Fatty was accustomed to Jiang Cheng's routine, and turned to ask, "Then what is this blood?"

"It's what you think," he shrugged, "borrowed from Long Tao."

The fat man's expression became more and more exciting.

He hesitated for a while, as if pondering his own reasoning: "I guess you want to create an illusion that they have been targeted by ghosts. If you don't solve the mission in time, they will die first."

Fatty licked his lips and followed Jiang Cheng, "I can understand this, but you can just print a handprint, why do you want to draw your fingers so long?" He looked at the former and asked, "Is there any? What does it mean?"

"You want to interfere with the investigation direction of those two people, making them think that the murderer must have a huge hand!" The fat man seemed to have figured out something, "Is that so?"

"Actually, not at all." Jiang Cheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, looked back at the fat man and said, "Mainly, I see that there is still a bottom in the bottle, so I don't want to waste it."

Fatty's mouth twitched: ".I thank you for Long Tao."

"You're welcome."

After using up the only two bottles of mineral water left, Jiang Cheng drank the water on his hands until the smell of blood on his hands finally subsided, and went back to sleep on the floor with satisfaction.

"Doctor," the fat man called softly after a long while, "are you asleep?"

"Slept soundly." Jiang Cheng replied clearly: "I just dreamed about Long Tao, and he said that he couldn't eat sweet and sour pork ribs without a chin. He wanted to borrow your chin for two days, and he will pay you back at that time."

"I was talking for you, but I was woken up by you." Jiang Cheng pouted, turned over and said, "Don't worry, he will arrive in a while, maybe a few minutes late."

"My doctor," Fatty cried, wishing to sew Jiang Cheng's mouth, "You can shut up now."

There are still about two hours until dawn, Jiang Cheng felt that the fat man should not fall asleep again after listening to the story.

The fat man said furtively, "I have a question to ask you, and I just thought of it." He lowered his already low voice, "Aren't you afraid of being attacked by ghosts when we were in the corridor just now? You know, the woman in the cheongsam died in the corridor."

Jiang Cheng pulled the quilt and covered his chin, which made his voice even more muffled.

It was even a little weird in Fatty's ears, "It's because the cheongsam girl died in the corridor, so I'm not afraid."

The fat man opened his eyes wide, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng turned his back again, leaving Fatty behind, "I'm tired."

"Oh, okay." The fat chick nodded like rice, "You can rest assured to sleep, I will wake you up if something happens."

After he finished speaking, Fatty didn't dare to disturb Jiang Cheng anymore, he lifted his legs and sat cross-legged on the bed.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that Fatty's thick legs could actually be rolled up.

If Jiang Cheng saw this scene, he would definitely sigh loudly at the miracle of the Creator.

In the cafeteria, Jiang Cheng picked his teeth leisurely.

Most of the students have gone to class, and now only a handful of students are eating breakfast.

When the fat man thought of going to the equipment center to inquire about the information, his two eyebrows seemed to be folded together.

He looked away from a girl in cool clothes, and turned to Jiang Cheng, "When are we leaving?"

He blinked his small eyes and suggested, "Why don't you go again around 12 noon, when the yang energy is full, those things can be somewhat restrained."

"Enough," Jiang Cheng glanced at him with a toothpick in his mouth, "Do you remember when Long Tao died?"

Fatty thought for a while, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Jiang Cheng was right, the time of Long Tao's death was not far from noon. It seemed that time did not limit the ghosts in this mission much.

Speaking of this, the fat man began to whine again, and he said in a resentful tone: "You said what you were trying to do at that time, you had to take the center of the equipment. You can see the most dangerous place there!"

"It's fine now," he sighed, "Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore, when are we going to leave?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head, "What are you moving?"

"Go to the equipment center!" Fatty asked in surprise, "Don't you have amnesia?"

"You all know it's the most dangerous place, why are we going?"

The fat man was taken aback by the question, and after a while he stammered and said, "No, didn't you decide this at the meeting yesterday?" He paused, "Zhen Jianren and Luo Yi went to ask the students, and the three from 407 went to Find the rehearsal woman, we come to the equipment center."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded as if he was enlightened, "So this is what you said, I just said it casually at the time."

"Speak casually?"

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng stirred the tofu brain in front of him with a spoon, but was not ready to drink it. "The equipment center is a very dangerous place, and only fools will go."

Fatty felt that his brain was completely useless, and he couldn't even compare to the bowl of tofu brains in front of him, "Then how do we go back and deal with each other?"

His concerns were well-founded, and they were bound to get together later to share today's gains.

If you can't get anything out of it
The fat man leaned over and tried to persuade: "I think we should not show off our cleverness. If we go back empty-handed and without any information, then the two teams will not let it go."

"Who said we would go back empty-handed?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

For some reason, Jiang Cheng smiled, and Fatty's right eyelid started to jump up.

"Doctor, stop laughing," Fatty pressed his right eyelid, but found he couldn't control it at all.

Jiang Cheng really became serious. He lowered his voice and looked at the fat man very seriously and said, "We went to the equipment center in the morning, but as soon as we walked to the door, before entering the door, we saw a woman inside from a distance."

"The woman had disheveled hair, hunched her waist, and put on a very weird posture. What's even more terrifying is that the woman has an unusually huge hand."

"We dare not approach, so we can only hide behind the door and peep from a distance."

"After a while, the woman walked away without recognizing her six relatives. Only then did we realize that she was drawing a picture with her head down."

"Portrait," Jiang Cheng blinked, "the painting is of a person."

Fatty was like listening to a book from heaven, but he was strangely attracted by the nonsense stories made up by Jiang Cheng. He turned around, looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Who is on the picture?"

"call--"

Jiang Cheng Chang let out a long sigh, raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhen Jianren."

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