Chapter 172 New Map

After experiencing such a series of blows, the fat man suddenly felt that he had let it go. Even if the medicine on his neck was expired, he felt that it was no big deal.

"Doctor," the fat man tilted his head and asked, "Is that cheongsam woman your boss?"

"Yes."

"What's her name?"

Jiang Cheng also put a pain relief patch on himself at this time, walked to the opposite side of the fat man, and sat down, "Lin Wan'er."

The fat man thought about it, and his appearance was as good as his name, but this method was

Thinking of this, the fat man suddenly shuddered, then stared at Jiang Cheng and asked in horror: "Will she come back after she leaves for a while?"

Slowly swallowing a mouthful of water, Jiang Cheng raised his head and said, "No," he thought about it, and seemed to feel that this was not accurate, so he added: "Generally not."

Mentioning this woman seemed to make Jiang Cheng feel uncomfortable. The fat man could clearly feel that the doctor was avoiding the topic of Lin Wan'er, and his eyes seemed absent-minded.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng interrupted Fatty and straightened up, "Have you ever thought about what we can get from nightmares?"

Jiang Cheng's question was abrupt. Fatty was still thinking about Lin Wan'er, and his brain circuit didn't turn around for a while. He blinked: "What did you say?"

"Is it just white paper and newspapers?"

Jiang Cheng's words seemed to be asking and answering himself.

The role of white paper and newspapers is clear. The former can save a life once, and the latter can provide clues, but is that really all?

The fat man fell silent. He looked at Jiang Cheng, knowing that whenever the latter asked such a question, it meant that he already had the answer in his mind, or a reliable guess.

"Whether it is white paper or newspaper, it can only be used in nightmare tasks. It is not easy to obtain, but there is only one chance to use it," Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man: "Isn't this too harsh?"

"In other words, you worked hard to get these things. Even if you use them all in the next book, you may still die, so why do you want to do it?"

The fat man hesitated and said: "Doctor, it is not up to us to do it this time."

At this point, the fat man stopped immediately, and he suddenly thought of the way the doctor did it last time.

As long as you carry the clue newspaper with you, you can start the nightmare task corresponding to this book!

Then his eyes fell into confusion, and he finally understood the meaning of what the doctor said-

Why do you want to do it again?

In fact, the doctor's expression was not accurate enough, and it should be changed to why would anyone be willing to take the initiative to do it?

There is no benefit, it will only advance the time of the nightmare. Does anyone really do such a stupid thing?

Existence is reasonable.

What they have to think about is the purpose of those who seek to actively enter the nightmare.

The fat man's eyes became subtle.

They must have a purpose, and this purpose must match the risks they are about to face!

There will never be a fool among those who can repeatedly brush the book. After all, the ashes of the stupid ones will be scattered in the nightmare. There are more than ghosts in nightmares that can kill people.

"Doctor," the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, as if he realized something, and said in a low voice: "Could it be that their purpose is to collect as many newspapers as possible, or even white paper with higher priority," he paused, "and then provide it to those rich people in need?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "It is possible, but not all."

Then Jiang Cheng put forward his own idea. He guessed that choosing to enter the nightmare voluntarily might reduce the difficulty of the nightmare, or extend the time for the next nightmare to come.

The fat man nodded repeatedly when he heard it.

But Jiang Cheng did not seem to agree with these answers. He always believed that these were marginal and he had not yet touched the real core.

"Okay, doctor," the fat man comforted, "No matter what it is, we will find out one day."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the fat man with his triangular eyes, which looked very funny with his crooked neck.

The careless fat man couldn't help but laugh.

"Doctor," he asked with a smile, "What are you looking at me for?"

"I will definitely find out one day," Jiang Cheng said in a rhythmic voice, "But can you see that day? I advise you not to be happy too early."

The fat man stopped laughing immediately.

In the next few days, the fat man was always worried. He was worried that as the doctor said, he would not see the day when the truth was revealed.

And Jiang Cheng got the retribution he deserved for scaring the fat man.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng chewed the sweet and sour fish expressionlessly, "Did you mistake soy sauce for vinegar?"

"Did you, doctor?"

"Try it yourself."

Such incidents made Jiang Cheng so angry that he couldn't sleep well at night. He threatened the fat man that if this happened again, he would order takeout, and the fat man would pay for it all.

"Doctor," the fat man said as he half-poked his head out of the kitchen while washing the dishes, "Don't even think about the takeaway. We don't have any money."

Jiang Cheng, who was studying the rich woman Liu Niuma, was startled when he heard this and replied with a clenched neck: "Don't you still have some? I saw them last time, and there were several red ones!"

The fat man sighed.

Jiang Cheng then seemed to realize something and blurted out: "Didn't they also get searched?"

The fat man nodded painfully, "It was in my pocket before Boss Lin came, and I never saw it again after Boss Lin left."

Chen Xiaomeng and others would never have thought that Jiang Cheng, who was like a fish in water in the nightmare, was a guy struggling to make ends meet in real life.

"Doctor," the fat man asked, "After we finish this meal, we can only eat the frozen food in the refrigerator for the next meal, but I just checked and found that many of the expiration dates have been worn off, so I don't know either."

"No need to look at the expiration date," Jiang Cheng said, "It was expired when I bought it."

"Won't Boss Lin pay you?" The fat man grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng said, "You have to wait a few days."

"What do you do when you encounter this situation?"

Jiang Cheng thought about it, picked up his mobile phone, opened the chat, and said to the mobile phone very formally: "Pi Ruan, please reply if you receive it."

So--

"Burp~"

The fat man covered his belly and burped very happily.

The table was full of seafood shells and various dishes, but there was only a bottom left.

What satisfied the fat man the most was the refrigerator, which was now filled with various ingredients, all of which were moved directly from the back kitchen of the star-rated hotel at Pi Ruan's order.

After the two of them had enough food and wine, they went to bed.

The fat man slept in the living room, and Jiang Cheng was still sleeping on the mattress in the bedroom.

In his dream, Jiang Cheng dreamed that he slowly stood up, and still walked down the stairs uncontrollably to the first floor, and a dark door stood in front of him.

After the light and shadow changed, his feet were solid. In the dim light, he only had time to recognize that he was in an empty building, and he held his breath.

It was the sound of waves that were higher and higher.