Chapter 430 Dream

Unconsciously, another face slowly emerged.

It was a slightly miserable figure, covered with scars and bloodstains. Just as the man said, he had a broken arm and a leg.

It can be said that he only had half his life left.

He also reminded himself to seize the opportunity.

When facing himself and Jiao Tailang, the madness and brutality on that face made him remember it clearly. He naturally classified the other party as the same as Chen Ran, whom he had met before.

They are the same kind of people.

They are all crazy.

But the strange thing is that after his sneak attack succeeded, there was a moment when he had a strange feeling in his heart that he had never had before.

He couldn't tell why.

He had obviously never seen that face before, and even the name Wei Jinting was unfamiliar to him.

This is certain, he is just an ordinary person who can't be more ordinary.

How could he know such a terrible guy.

But why, he just felt that the other party was somewhat familiar, and even had a strange illusion that he wanted him to get close to him.

When Wei Jinting was playing with the butterfly blade in his hand and walking towards him, the scene and eyes seemed familiar.

In the darkness, the fat man curled up his body, recalling in his mind over and over again, where exactly he had seen such eyes.

Deep in his mind, it seemed that something like a box had cracked a gap, and he could vaguely smell the smell of blood and fire.

The fat man fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he dreamed of a huge bronze door standing in a waist-deep sea of ​​blood, with firelight flowing on the door, exuding a metallic smell.

Crows circled overhead, twisted faces rose and fell in the sea of ​​blood, and whispering sounds came from his ears, like the devil's muttering.

The girl in a white dress knelt in front of the tombstone, singing the achievements of the victor.

The witch in a black dress and dirty face was tied to a stone pillar, with bundles of firewood piled under her.

With the sacrificial scene, the huge bronze door opened, and a figure stepped out of the flames. When the fat man saw the face clearly, he suddenly woke up.

He was soaked in cold sweat and sat on the sofa bed. The fat man couldn't calm down for a long time.

It turned out to be the doctor's face.

It was already dawn. He turned his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom. As a result, he found that the bedroom door was actually open.

He walked over carefully and looked into the bedroom. The doctor was not there.

"Doctor?"

Walking down the stairs slowly, the fat man shouted while holding the handrail.

For some reason, the bizarre scene in the dream actually gave him a strange sense of reality.

It was as if everything had happened before.

Without hearing the answer, the fat man suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He immediately rushed to the bathroom and opened the bathroom door, but the doctor was not there.

Looking back, he saw the doctor sitting in front of the computer.

With a long sigh, the fat man asked with relief: "Doctor, why did you get up so early today?" He rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen very naturally, "I haven't cooked yet, please wait a little longer, I'll hurry up, we'll eat when it's done."

The fat man skillfully opened the refrigerator and took out a box of steak from it.

This was sent by the Pi Ruan brothers, and it looked very high-end.

The fat man prepared to make it for the doctor to replenish his body.

"Doctor." The fat man squatted down and opened the drawer, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Why is my newly bought kitchen knife gone?"

He looked around again, but strangely, even the previous fruit knife was gone, leaving only a small blunt-headed table knife.

The fat man tried the sharp blade helplessly, and found that this knife, let alone cutting meat, would not be fatal even if it stabbed people more than a dozen times.

"Doctor?" The fat man couldn't help but feel strange. From the time he went downstairs until now, the doctor didn't say a word, and he was the only one talking, and the scene was a bit awkward.

"A knife sharpener just came." Jiang Cheng said calmly: "I'll ask him to help sharpen it."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but said with some surprise: "I just bought that knife, it's quite sharp, and the doctor, you gave him all the knives, what are we going to use to cut the steak?"

"I ordered takeout."

Looking at the steak in his hand, the fat man licked his lips, feeling a little pity, but still wrapped the steak and put it back in the refrigerator.

Then he went to wash up and prepared to start cleaning the room.

He carefully moved the heavy bookshelf and then cleaned the gap behind. The fat man wearing rubber gloves worked very seriously.

According to him, he used to work in housekeeping and was awarded the most popular customer award.

There was a noise outside the door, and it seemed that a car was parked outside the door. The fat man ran over when he heard the sound. The doctor said that parking outside the door was not allowed.

That parking space was reserved for Boss Lin.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman standing outside the door.

The woman was wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with dark eyebrows and eyes. Her body was well-proportioned under the cheongsam. She held a small lacquered leather bag in one hand.

Her long hair, as black as ink, was simply rolled up and tied into a bun behind her head. A smudged Luo Yun hairpin was inserted into the bun just right, adding a touch of incomparable brightness to the woman.

The fat man immediately stood up straight, "Hello, Boss Lin!"

After looking at the fat man up and down, Lin Wan'er suddenly smiled, "You've lost weight."

"Really?" The fat man scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I brought you some food, it's in the car." Lin Wan'er handed the car keys to the fat man, "There's soup, don't burn yourself."

The fat man took the car keys and went to the car to get the food.

The moment he saw Lin Wan'er, Jiang Cheng seemed to be completely relieved. He rubbed his eyebrows and looked very tired. "I thought you would be late."

"How could that be?" Lin Wan'er gently placed her purse on Jiang Cheng's desk, her eyes shining. "You rarely take the initiative to look for me."

Jiang Cheng tilted his head, pointed to the side of his neck and said, "Then why don't you try to be gentler next time?"

"Try your best." Lin Wan'er smiled. She took off the hairpin on her head. Her neat black hair was scattered behind her, and she held it with her white and slender fingers, which brought a shocking beauty.

After a while, the fat man came in with a pile of lunch boxes, which was similar to the last time the Pi Ruan brothers sent them.

Staring at the table full of delicacies, the fat man's eyes lit up, "Boss Lin, why did you buy so much?" He said politely, "We can't eat all of this."

Compared to last time, Lin Wan'er's attitude this time made the fat man flattered. She slowly put a spoonful of porridge into her mouth with a spoon, "I didn't buy it."

Lin Wan'er's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, very nice.

Not bought

The fat man looked at the packaging of these foods and vaguely felt that the names on them were familiar. Immediately, he thought of where he had seen them.

It was last time.

The time when Pi Ruan came.

The doctor said that Pi Ruan bought too much breakfast and couldn't finish it, so he asked the doctor to help him share the burden, and then the doctor reluctantly agreed.