Chapter 248 Will
"By the way, doctor," the fat man asked: "How did Chen Xiaomeng find us?" He then blinked and asked tentatively: "It's not Pi Ruan who sold you. Right?"
"No."
Jiang Cheng briefly explained it to him. The matter was not very complicated. At least it seemed that the fat man understood it.
"The background behind Chen Xiaomeng is also quite scary," the fat man said with a bitter face and some regret: "If we had known this, we shouldn't have scared her in the bad mission before, but now it's better , they brought their brothers to seek revenge.”
"Don't you think it's strange?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man with a strange look, which made the latter tense up. "If you just simply deal with me, you won't have to go through so much trouble. I doubt that Chen Xiaomeng and the others are interested in it." "I"
"Doctor," the fat man interrupted, holding his neck, "If you want to say Chen It's because Xiaomeng likes you or something, I advise you to shut up as soon as possible."
"I saw the posture just now," he continued: "If you hadn't taken advantage of being an orphan, she would have. I can help dig up your ancestral grave.”
“Tsk,” Jiang Cheng immediately became unhappy.
"Zhiqua——"
Before Jiang Cheng could quibble, he heard the door behind him open. There seemed to be something wrong with the door axis. When it opened, it made a long, half-dead sound, which was a bit harsh.
The dying sun shone through the door, making the figure of the coming person appear longer.
“Ta-ta-ta.”
A clean tapping sound of leather shoes ended, and the visitor sat down on the sofa without anyone noticing. The fat man stared at the visitor with his mouth open. It's like being able to stuff a golf ball into it.
"You continue," the middle-aged man with a scar under his lip picked up the water glass and took a sip. After putting it down, he said calmly: "I can wait."
It was the middle-aged man brought by Chen Xiaomeng.
The fat man's eyes suddenly burst into panic. He watched helplessly as this man was taken away by the police. How long had it been since the doctor was released? Why did he...
< br>The next second, he immediately looked towards the door. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone else for the time being.
Chen Xiaomeng and several other young people did not show up.
Unlike Fatty's panic, Jiang Cheng didn't have much surprise on his face. He looked at the steady middle-aged man and asked, "Where is Xia Meng?"
"Not here," the middle-aged man replied, "I locked her in the car, otherwise the situation would be very bad now."
The middle-aged man looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes and asked after a while: " You don’t seem too surprised?”
“You can’t say that, you came earlier than I thought.” Jiang Cheng said.
“Really?” The middle-aged man smiled.
It's okay that he doesn't smile. When he smiles, the fat man's goosebumps rise. The middle-aged man's appearance belongs to the strict type. When he smiles, the corners of his lips stretch out the scar on his jaw, which makes him look very scary.
"What do you want to do when you come to me?" Jiang Cheng picked up the files scattered on the ground, dusted them off, and put the files back in their place.
“After a while, we are going to enter a nightmare to complete a task.” The middle-aged man said concisely, “We need people like you.”
“What good does this do to me? "Jiang Cheng asked back.
The middle-aged man put down the cup, a subtle emotion flashed across his face as sharp as an axe, "I can tell you about nightmares after I come out."
" You are so awesome, why don't you go by yourself? "The information about the nightmare is indeed urgently needed by Jiang Cheng, but the momentum cannot be lost.
"There are too many people who know my face. We need a new face." The middle-aged man did not hide it. He stood straight like a spear with an exposed edge. After a while, he raised his eyes. He looked him up and said, "You are very good. You are a smart person. You know how to assess the situation. You were also in the police station just now." He knows what to say and what not to say, and his skills are barely adequate."
Jiang Cheng crossed his arms, leaned against the desk, squinted his eyes, and finally grinned and said, "It seems. You are also being targeted this time.”
The middle-aged man did not speak.
"Who is the other party?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa. The last bit of the setting sun receded. There was no light in the room, and everything was shrouded in hazy darkness. middle.
Such an environment couldn't help but make Fatty nervous, as if something big was going to happen in the next second.
“Have you heard of Crimson?” The middle-aged man’s tone changed solemnly.
I don’t know if it was his misunderstanding. After the middle-aged man uttered these two words, Jiang Cheng’s mind suddenly surged into many broken fragments, like a door made of mirrors that shattered.
But this scene only lasted for a moment, and after a while, it disappeared like clouds.
"No." He calmly replied.
"Huh -" the middle-aged man breathed out. He didn't find anything in the latter's eyes that he should be wary of. That was what worried him the most.
“The people there are all crazy.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes became far-reaching, as if he recalled what happened a long time ago.
"There is no shortage of madmen in nightmares," Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man and said later: "Only madmen can survive the mission. They are driven crazy by nightmares."
< br>The middle-aged man shook his head, "It's different."
"You mentioned them. It seems that Crimson is an organization," Jiang Cheng said: "There are many members in it, and this organization called Crimson has a grudge against you."
"I don't know what to do. I can describe it to you, but the word organization is too specific." He raised his eyes and looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes. Their eyes met and neither one avoided it. "In my understanding, crimson is more like a A kind of will, and its members are all absorbed by this will."
"Will?"
"They are the products of all negative wills entangled together. For people in nightmares, crimson represents despair."
"You will die if you encounter them," Jiang Cheng frowned, "Is that so?"
"That's the best outcome," the middle-aged man breathed. "There are still some people who will be hunted by them in nightmares." He paused and seemed to have thought of something. After a while, he said in a very low voice: "Use Methods you can’t imagine.” 10 o’clock, 12 o’clock, and two more chapters
(End of this chapter)
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