Chapter 1153 The Second Door

Not only Fatty, but also Jiang Cheng was shocked by Wu's attitude. He didn't know why he was fine just now, but suddenly he seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. Google search reading

But Wu's words aroused Fatty's curiosity. Compared with doctors, Wu's brother was definitely more capable in combat. If he could get Wu's guidance, he would make faster progress.

So Fatty imitated the moves of martial arts masters in movies before sparring, clasping his hands into fists, staring at Wu's face, and said very formally: "Then I'm offended."

Before Fatty could brew his emotions, Wu took the lead.

The scabbard held in his hand was tilted down.

Although it was just a scabbard, not a knife, Jiang Cheng and Fatty, who had seen no fighting, both knew that it was this scabbard that stabbed the watchman to death in the last mission.

Not daring to be lazy, Wu's movements were much faster than the doctor's. The fat man immediately turned sideways, and the scabbard slipped against his clothes. If he was one step too late, he would be hit.

At this moment, Fatty's heart was suddenly covered by a complex emotion, and he actually felt strange from Wu's body.

Maybe Brother Wu wasn't joking, he was really serious.

Under Wu's offensive, Fatty had no chance to fight back. After a few moves, Fatty's situation was very bad. There were dangers every time. If it weren't for his flexibility, he would have fallen down by now.

Jiang Cheng watched anxiously. If this continues, Fatty will definitely get hurt.

He wanted to stop Wu, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Wu retracted the scabbard and turned into a thorn, heading straight for the fat man's chest.

Whether judging from Wu's speed or the position of the fat man's body, Jiang Cheng could conclude that he was absolutely unable to dodge this time.

But the next second, a shocking scene appeared. The scabbard seemed to be disturbed by a mysterious force. It actually moved a few centimeters to the right out of thin air. With the fat man's own flexibility, he managed to avoid it. This knife.

The scabbard grazed the fat man's body without hurting him at all.

Just when Fatty wanted to continue to dodge Wu's next attack, Wu retracted the scabbard, retreated at the same time, and inserted the knife into the scabbard again.

The fat man was sweating profusely and dressed roughly. He looked at Wu with some surprise, "Are you going to stop practicing?"

"No more practice." Wu looked at the fat man calmly, and after a moment, added: "You performed very well, you are much better than this guy, keep working hard."

Naturally, he understood that the guy Wu said was a doctor, but what really surprised Fatty was the difference in Wu's attitude before and after, and the last words he said to himself: "Keep working hard."

He had the impression that Wu Wu would not say such a thing.

"Not bad, not bad, he is indeed much better than me." Jiang Cheng also echoed Wu's words, a smile of approval appeared on his face, and he took a step forward, seemingly wanting to step forward and pat the fat man on the shoulder, but Finally, for some unknown reason, I gave up.

After Wu Chu tested Fatty, he changed into his shadow form, returned to the wall, and finally disappeared.

"Brother Wu is really powerful, doctor. In fact, I thought I couldn't avoid the knife just now." The fat man stared at his chest and asked thoughtfully: "Do you think Brother Wu secretly let go and didn't want to embarrass me?"

Jiang Cheng had a smile on his face, "That's definitely the case. Wuta looks fierce, but he's actually very kind at heart."

"Brother Wu is a good man. If it weren't for him, we would have died on that bus." Thinking of these little moments, Fatty felt grateful to everyone who had helped him. Heart.

But what he didn't notice was that the doctor was looking at him in a different way, and there was a hint of indescribable vigilance in his eyes.

The smile on his face also seemed to be painted on. After looking at it for a long time, it actually seemed a little fake.

"Fat man." Jiang Cheng pretended to be casual and asked, "What are you going to do later?"

The fat man came back to his senses and walked a few steps quickly. From a pair of boxing gloves, it was all a learning exercise plan drawn up by the fat man.

The thicker finger moved down, finally stopping on a line of words. The fat man raised his head seriously and looked at Jiang Cheng, "According to today's plan, we will read the Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection next and learn how to collect clues, as well as track and respond." track."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Very good, what about finishing these?"

"Watch a horror movie next." At this point, the fat man showed a troubled expression, "Doctor, although there was something wrong with the movie I found last time, I don't think normal people would be so unlucky. That kind of thing can happen in a lifetime. Just touch it once and that’s it.”

"I think so, then you should work first. I'm tired, so I'll go up and take a nap." Jiang Cheng turned around and went upstairs.

The fat man watched Jiang Cheng leave, feeling the tone of Jiang Cheng's words and his attitude towards him. The fat man always felt a little strange. Although the doctor did not attack his plan in the past, he always had an attitude of just as long as you like him. , I have never been like this, not only supporting him, but also praising him with a good attitude.

"What's going on?" Fatty frowned, "Why is everyone acting weird today?"

When Jiang Cheng returned to the bedroom, he seemed to have changed instantly. He leaned against the door, breathing heavily, and there was even cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Something was wrong outside, and something was obviously wrong with the fat man downstairs.

The fat man was transferred.

That guy downstairs is a ghost!

He could see clearly that at the moment when Wu's scabbard was about to stab his chest, a force distorted the trajectory of the scabbard, helping him to avoid the knife.

Wuya must have sensed something was wrong, otherwise he would never have tested him and wanted to spar with him.

The question now is when was the fat man transferred?

Also, the most important point is, where is the real Fatty now? Is he dead or alive?

When Jiang Cheng thought that Fatty might have met with an accident, his whole body trembled. He didn't know, and didn't dare to think, what he would do if he confirmed that Fatty was killed.

A moment later, a black shadow walked out of the wall, and Wu stood in front of him.

"He has something on him." Wu's voice was cold, "It doesn't belong to him. It was that thing that helped him avoid my attack just now."

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng paid attention to the movement outside, and his voice was very low.

"When you were sparring just now, I noticed the existence of that thing, so I tried to test it." Wu's words were concise. From Wu's expression, Jiang Cheng knew that this matter was not simple.

"What is that thing?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wu was silent for a while, and finally shook his head.

"Even you don't know." Jiang Cheng took a deep breath.

Wu raised his head and stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, as if judging. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Cheng's chest, "That thing smells like you."