Chapter 24 Coffee
“Doctor, please don’t scare me,” the fat man said with a grimace and trembling: “Don’t look at how strong I am, I’m just puffy and fat, I can’t help but scare you at all.”
Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at him. He seemed to have thought that the food cooked by the fat man was really delicious, so he let him go and didn't continue talking.
Since being with Jiang Cheng, the fat man became much more nervous. After a while, he started to lively again, "Doctor," the fat man licked his lips and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean tonight? Will we still enter nightmares after falling asleep? "
The nightmare is filled with murderous intent, and the weird yet extremely real feeling makes people shudder.
Jiang Cheng, who was busy hanging wet clothes, stopped what he was doing, thought for a few seconds and then returned: "Probably not. Although our physical strength can be fully restored after being freed from the last nightmare, the energy spent cannot be recovered." "Recover."
The fat man understood what Jiang Cheng meant. What he meant was that the energy consumed in the nightmare could not be recovered like physical strength. If this continued, they would become more and more exhausted and eventually be consumed by the nightmare. Consumed alive.
They learned from Fan Li and Sister Nuan that although nightmares are scary, they often have a glimmer of hope, which is obviously inconsistent with the rules of nightmares.
"That's good," the fat man took a long breath, then said again: "I'm still thinking about whether I should stay up tonight."
"Nothing. "It makes sense." Jiang Cheng shook his head, "You can survive for a few nights at most, but when you fall asleep, you will die in a nightmare."
The word "death" instinctively sent a chill down the fat man's spine. He quickly explained that he was just complaining and would not do anything like that.
The night is getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance are lit up little by little. Through a half-open glass window, you can see the feasting and feasting of the outside world. The fat man is leaning on his chin and sitting in a daze by the window.
Recalling every bit of the nightmare, I cherish the beauty of the real world even more.
Jiang Cheng was slumped in his office chair watching horror movies, eating French fries dipped in ketchup. He called Fatty, but the latter refused to die.
After watching the movie "Old Corpse in a Mountain Village", Jiang Cheng almost fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the fat man huddled on the sofa, plugging his ears and looking uncomfortable.
Finding that Jiang Cheng was awake, the fat man let go of his hand as if he had seen a savior and shouted: "Doctor, what movie did you watch? That ghost is too scary."
Listen After Fatty's explanation, Jiang Cheng realized that Fatty had heard a very strange singing tune and wanted to go over and turn off the movie, but Chu Renmei showed up just in time.
"The ghost you are talking about is called Chu Renmei," Jiang Cheng explained. "It is a suffering woman in feudal society and the prototype of Mr. Lu Xun's "La Traviata"."
Fatty automatically blocked what Jiang Cheng said.
After turning off the computer, the two went upstairs to sleep.
The fat man reported that it was a bit cold last night, and Jiang Cheng found him a new quilt. The fat man took Jiang Cheng’s last chance to walk into the bedroom and told him that if he was scared after watching the horror movie, he could accompany him. Together with him.
Before he finished speaking, the bedroom door slammed shut, and then there was the sound of locking.
The fat man smacked his lips and lay down unwillingly. Jiang Cheng had reminded him before that it was best to put on clothes and shoes before going to bed.
So Fatty took advantage of the sunshine to clean his shoes today, and bought himself a new pair of sneakers while he was out shopping for groceries, which he is currently wearing on his feet.
The location of the studio is relatively remote and very quiet at night.
Jiang Cheng habitually pulled the quilt up to his chin, breathing steadily and evenly.
His physique is very different from ordinary people. His perception of hot and cold is not that sensitive, he rarely gets sick, and his pain-sensing nerves are relatively dull.
Sometimes he even feels like an emotionless tool.
He fell asleep in a daze.
It was a deep sleep.
An inexplicable melody echoed in my ears.
Not classical, not pop, not jazz, the melody of this piece is different from any genre he knows.
This voice seems to be born from darkness.
Born in darkness and returned to darkness.
Jiang Cheng felt that everything was leaving him, as if he was sinking into the depths of the ocean, or entering an endless tunnel.
Despair, only despair, nothing else.
A crisp cracking sound sounded, like a piece of pure black cloth being torn apart with brute force, and Jiang Cheng suddenly woke up.
He found himself standing at the corner of the first floor of the studio, with a black iron door standing in front of him.
The body gave orders before the brain. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.
After a strange feeling of dizziness, his feet seemed to have found support again and stepped on solid ground.
In front of you is a building similar to a school. It is not big in scale and can be seen at a glance.
Several buildings stand quietly under the afterglow of the setting sun, casting dark gray shadows, giving them a rather romantic temperament.
He squinted at the sunset and judged that the current time in the world was about 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
No one else was seen nearby, and the school gate has been closed.
He blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hands, stared in the direction of the school for a few times, then decisively turned around and walked in the opposite direction. (End of this chapter)