Chapter 1327: Erasure

Feeling the strange gaze of the fat man, he unintentionally became even more angry. Under the instruction of the newspaper man, he got a glimpse of part of the truth, and he understood the fat man's situation even more thoroughly than the fat man himself. The door on his body was to save the man who was about to fall. It exists in the abyss of Jiangcheng. From the moment it was stripped away, the outcome was already doomed.

The fat man passed the test of the newspaper man, and he got a unique opportunity to live, but he actually gave up. He didn't know the reason, but he didn't accept it.

After seeing Wu's increasingly straightened brows, the fat man's eyes suddenly became warm, "Thank you, you have been by my side and the doctor's side all the way. Without you, I'm afraid we would have died long ago. You He is a trustworthy partner, he has always been, and the doctor’s vision is very accurate.”

Wu Feng's face paused for a moment, and then became vicious again, "It's useless to say this now, and there's nothing I can do about it this time. It's you who made the wrong choice, because your stupidity will only lead to the disappearance of the ending waiting for you. You will Gone forever."

"No, at least you will still remember me, you, the doctor, Huaiyi, Wang Qi, my family, everyone will remember me." The fat man showed a nostalgic look, but not long after, he lost his mind. He laughed heartlessly, "Isn't there a saying that people will experience three kinds of death in their life. The first time is the moment when the heartbeat is lost. The ECG monitor becomes a straight line and there is no breathing anymore. From then on, Determination of death from a biological perspective.”

"The second time was during the funeral, and from then on the person's social identity was completely erased."

When he said this, the fat man paused subconsciously for a moment, his eyes became a little dim, and his voice became softer, "The next time is the third time, when no one will remember you anymore."

Seeing this scene, Wu turned his head impatiently and said, "That's enough. You can't die just yet. You are still useful. I won't let you die easily, and neither will that person."

Following Wu's line of sight, the fat man looked at the bedroom door, thinking of the days spent with doctor Wu. Although they were difficult, the beauty in them could not be concealed.

When the fat man came back to his senses and wanted to say something to Wu again, he found that the corner was already empty.

Lying back on the sofa, the fat man covered himself with the quilt and pulled it up to his chin. After a long time, a soft sigh sounded in the dark room.

Jiang Cheng slept very uneasily that night. He kept dreaming, all kinds of bizarre and illogical dreams, and every dream was related to him and Fatty.

What's even more terrifying is that every dream ends with Fatty's death. The ways of his death include but are not limited to being eaten by ghosts, being chopped in half by ghosts with a knife, being hanged by ghosts, and falling while walking. Death, being hit by a car, being hit by falling objects from height, and choking on food. Of course, the most bizarre one among them, and the one that left the deepest impression on Jiang Cheng, was when the fat man was penetrated by a knife from behind, and the blade penetrated through The heart was stabbed out from the chest, because this time it was not a strange ghost that killed the fat man, but Wu. Jiang Cheng recognized the knife and saw his face clearly.

It was this dream that completely frightened Jiang Cheng awake. He sat alone on the mattress, his whole body covered in cold sweat. The scenes in that dream kept rolling in his mind, stimulating his nerves.

Jiang Cheng also tried to comfort himself, wondering what was so scary about such a ridiculous dream, but it was useless. His autosuggestion was completely ineffective at this moment. On the contrary, the fear in the dream was invading reality little by little.

I took my phone and looked at the time. It was almost noon.

Without any further hesitation, Jiang Cheng got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The quilts on the sofa were folded neatly. Jiang Cheng, who didn't see the fat man, walked downstairs.

Just halfway through, I smelled the aroma of food.

The aroma is tempting, and it is a junk food that Jiangcheng does not reject.

After coming downstairs, the first thing I saw was that the fat man had his back to me. He was wearing a tank top, shorts, and headphones. He was lying on the ground doing push-ups. His muscles were tense. Judging from his condition, he had been practicing for a long time.

On the table were fried chicken burgers, two glasses of iced Coca-Cola, and a once-large but now severely shrunk bucket. Waves of aroma emanated from these, and Jiang Cheng's stomach couldn't help but growl.

The fat man stood up and was stunned for a moment when he saw Jiang Cheng. He took off his headphones and said, "Doctor, you woke up so early. I thought you wanted to sleep a little longer."

Jiang Cheng pointed at the fried chicken burger, "Did you buy it?"

"Otherwise, it's a gift from the flower shop owner next door who has admired you for a long time but hasn't succeeded yet?" The fat man grinned like a doctor. The mobile phone in his hand was playing a video of a fitness guru, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Jiang Cheng frowned, "Don't go out unless necessary. The situation outside is unclear right now."

The fat man blinked, picked up the phone and waved it at Jiang Cheng a few times, "Doctor, open your eyes and look at the world. Don't you know there is such a thing as takeout?"

After a few exchanges between you and me, Jiang Cheng's original fear due to that dream gradually subsided. Nothing could make him more at ease than seeing the fat man jumping around in front of him, because drinking cold drinks after waking up is not good for the stomach. , so Jiang Cheng first stuffed a whole burger, then drank ice coke, and finally opened the bucket and started eating the chicken wing and egg tart inside.

"Aren't you going to drink?"

Looking at the fat man who was covered in sweat after working out, Jiang Cheng handed over a glass of iced Coke.

The fat man shook his head and refused resolutely, "You can eat it, doctor. I don't eat these junk foods. I've given up on carbonated drinks that only give fat people a sense of nihilistic pleasure."

Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue and looked at the fat man up and down with squinting eyes. He thought to himself that the situation was really changing. The fat man dared to talk about being a fat man to the top night club. It was because there were no mirrors in the world, or cameras were dead.

The result of this incident was that Jiang Cheng ate two more chicken wings and was shocked.

The afternoon was boring. The fat man was sitting cross-legged on the sofa downstairs watching Sherlock Holmes. Jiang Cheng was at his desk concentrating on using cheat codes to play a single-player game. When he was having a great time, his phone suddenly rang. It was a stranger. number.

Jiang Cheng stared at the phone and ignored it, but after a while, the number called again, as if he was competing with Jiang Cheng for patience, ringing one after another, with a persistence of if you don't answer, I will keep calling.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng pressed the answer button. Immediately after the call was answered, a woman's voice came from the other side. The voice was low but very anxious. The other party seemed to be in a very open place, and a faint echo could be heard, "Yes. Is it Jiang Cheng? I am Li Bai. You must be careful. The mission is not over. The mission is not over!

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