Chapter 106 Anping Hotel
Until Fatty accompanied Jiang Cheng back from the client's house, his mind was still in a state of confusion.
He glanced secretly at the doctor who was competing with the sweet and sour fish, and his throat rolled unconsciously.
This is not a human being
At least not one he can understand.
After dinner, Jiang Cheng unexpectedly rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to put away the dishes.
This frightened the fat man who was waiting aside. "Doctor," the fat man stopped him in a hurry and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
This made him feel like he was here. The only meaning of existence is gone.
"After cleaning up, you go to bed," Jiang Cheng thought for a while and added: "We will sleep together, and then you remember to set the alarm clock and wake me up at 12 o'clock."
" Are you going out so late?" the fat man asked confused.
But he was also used to Jiang Cheng not giving an explanation. After simply cleaning up, the two of them went upstairs to rest.
The fat man originally thought he could go into the bedroom to sleep, so he put on the newly bought clean pajamas.
But Jiang Cheng stared at his new pajamas for a while, then made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, and then closed the bedroom door.
Leave Fatty alone in the messy living room.
The first rule of survival for fat people is to listen carefully to the doctor.
The good habits in nightmares are also retained in real life.
After setting two alarm clocks very seriously, the fat man fell asleep. Half asleep, he was awakened by the alarm clock.
He chirped, and after sobering himself up, he knocked on Jiangcheng's door. What he didn't expect was that the door was unlocked, and it opened with a gentle push.
Didn't walk in rashly, he stood at the door dutifully.
"Doctor," he stretched his neck and called softly, "it's time, are you awake?"
Jiang Cheng lay flat on the mattress, as peaceful as if he were dead.
"No," he didn't open his eyes, only his lips moved, "I'm still thinking about it."
Fat Man: "Doctor, are you so happy after just showing off your skin?"
But Fatty knew very wisely that the doctor’s decision to wake him up at this time must not only be for a skin massage, but also for something important.
He swallowed and asked tentatively: "Is anyone coming?"
Jiang Cheng continued to be peaceful.
“Customer?” The fat man stroked his mind downwards along this line of thought
Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.
What kind of customer is inconvenient to come during the day and must sneak over at midnight?
The fat man instantly thought of the rich woman’s favorite notes on the case shelf.
Pooh!
This is a diagnosis of the rich woman’s condition.
Most of them get sick at midnight, feeling empty, lonely and cold.
Then the way he looked at Jiang Cheng changed.
Jiang Cheng didn't care what the fat man was thinking. He lifted the quilt, sat up slowly, then left the mattress and stood up.
Then in front of the fat man, he took off his pajamas and put on a light sportswear.
The fat man stared at him suspiciously, and slowly, he saw some signs.
He widened his eyes and said, "Doctor, aren't you going to do it again tonight?"
"Have you slept enough?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him and squatted down. He tied his shoelaces tightly and interrupted his next words, "If you've had enough sleep, don't sleep any more tonight."
"We just came out of the nightmare!" The fat man almost collapsed. .
"Don't be excited." Jiang Cheng, who had tied his shoes, took out the yellowed newspaper from the pocket of his previous clothes. After carefully checking it, he put it away close to his body. "I'm not planning to take you with me."
" No, doctor, this is not a belt Don't take my problem into account, you"
"Okay," Jiang Cheng, who had checked everything, got back into bed again. The residual warmth inside made him moan comfortably. He stretched out the quilt, Covered up to the chin.
"I'm going to sleep," he said calmly.
The fat man knew that he could not defeat the doctor, so even though he wanted to stop him, he gave up in the end. Maybe the doctor had his own plan.
"Doctor, please pay attention to your safety," he thought for a while, then suddenly reminded, "Also, don't think about saving people this time, just take care of yourself."
"I got it. "Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, "Fat man, close the door from the outside, I'm going to sleep."
In the darkness, Jiang Cheng's breathing was steady and even.
It is reassuring to hear.
Gradually, he really fell asleep.
In his sleep, he dreamed that he slowly stood up, went down the stairs to the first floor, and opened the dark iron door again.
Opening his eyes again, the scene in front of him changed, and he saw a cramped space.
There was a dim yellow oil lamp burning faintly above the head.
I don’t know if it was because of the wind or the fuel itself, but the flames flickered on and off.
The ceiling is very low, and in the dim light, you can see that the ceiling is covered with cobwebs, but fortunately, no spiders matching the cobwebs have been seen yet.
From the bottom of his heart, he hated those guys with many legs and cute furry bodies.
It was low and dark here, and he sniffed the tip of his nose, accompanied by bursts of strange smell.
This smell is not unfamiliar to him.
Slowly, he lowered his head and finally confirmed the location he had arrived at this time.
“.”
He was in a very cramped toilet.
Not only is it cramped, it’s also dirty.
The surrounding walls were splattered with unknown yellow stains.
There was only a thin wooden door blocking the way, and there were still many black burnt marks on the lower part of the wooden door.
He held his breath, opened the door, and walked out.
After a few steps, when he pushed open a wooden door painted green, a hall-like place appeared in front of him, with an area of about 100 square meters.
The ground is dark, I don’t know if it is cement or some special material.
It’s very rough anyway.
The tables, chairs, and benches are also full of a sense of age. Even the table closest to him is covered with cracks, and there are residual cigarette oil stains on it that can never be wiped off.
In Jiang Cheng’s impression, he had never been to a place like this. He had only seen similar scenes in movies or TV series. They were all from the 1970s or 1980s, with filters. Mirror's old drama.
It seems that this time, the time span he traveled through is longer.
He stood there and looked around briefly. This should be a reasonably sized hotel, and this floor is considered a self-operated restaurant.
He found the name of the hotel in a prominent location.
Anping Hotel.
The surrounding environment has been confirmed, and the next step is to meet up with the teammates in this mission.
Presumably they are also in this hotel.
There are not many people eating around, only three of the more than ten tables are occupied.
His eyes slowly swept across.
Everyone was lowering their heads to eat the vegetables, and no one noticed him.
He raised his legs and walked in one direction. There was no door there, only a white curtain blocking it.
As the only private room in this hotel, it is still pretty simple.
Opening the curtain, six or seven gazes came directly from inside.
Jiang Cheng walked in without warning, pulled out a chair and sat down.
The clothes of the people inside are obviously inconsistent with this era. Like Jiang Cheng, they all come from the world decades later.
Including Jiangcheng, no more, no less.
Five men and three women. (End of this chapter)