Nightmare Attack

Chapter 440 Erosion

Chapter 440 Erosion

Late at night.

In the studio, Jiang Cheng sat alone in front of the computer, with his fingers resting on the keyboard, typing from time to time.

There are names of people on the screen.

In this city, the latest missing person.

At a glance, there are dozens of them.

For this small city that is not prosperous, it is a rather scary figure.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng's eyes changed slightly, and he suspected that this was just a part of the missing persons.

There are also some people whose names have not been registered for various reasons.

This is by no means an ordinary criminal offense, or a simple disappearance that can be explained.

Like their former selves, they walked into the door that only appeared in their sleep, but they were not as lucky as themselves. They got lost in the nightmare and never came out again.

He is used to describing these missing people as lost.

rather than die.

Because it sounds warmer.

Odd reason.

But he just thought it was appropriate.

It was raining heavily outside tonight, pattering, as if a big hole had been pierced in the sky, and the rain poured down without money.

He left the window open on purpose.

This way you can clearly feel the rain outside.

I brought the thick work coat to the fat man. Although it was not enough to keep out the wind and rain, it was no problem for him to insist on finding a hotel to live in.

The fat man has money in his pocket.

I hope he will never be stingy at this time.

Looking away from the rain curtain outside the window, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and looked at the pattern of the door on his left hand, and a strange aura spread around him.

Like a dark place, something is about to move.

The door gave him the feeling that it didn't simply appear on his hand, let alone the one painted on it, but had already grown in his body and merged with him.

He didn't know how to understand this door, nor how to describe it, but the vision that appeared on him reminded him of a person.

The middle-aged man next to Xia Meng.

He used to say it to himself.

Nightmare is the projection of real history in the shadows. This distorted history has been deprived of light and beauty, and what is left is regret, blood, cruelty, and all kinds of negative emotions.

And those murderous ghosts are the product of this nightmare.

Every distorted history is an independent nightmare, and every nightmare will breed corresponding ghosts.

The man looked into his eyes and said to himself that these ghosts are the greatest benefit.

He still remembers the look in the man's eyes when he said this.

Staring at the door in his hand, Jiang Cheng felt that what he said was not specific enough.

What he really wanted to express should be the door in his hand.

and what's behind the door.

In the dimly lit room, Jiang Cheng heard two completely different heartbeats coming from his body, and he knew that from this moment on.

Everything is different.

He too has been corrupted by something.

The thing was inside him.

Dormant quietly, waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the body breaks out.

He could even feel the malicious gaze.

Because of deja vu.

"Finally came out with me?" Exhaled, Jiang Cheng leaned back on the back of the chair, looking relaxed, but the muscles under his clothes were tense.

"none?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt that the guy in his body seemed to respond, and another heartbeat that did not belong to him became faster and clearer.

In the end, it even overwhelmed Jiang Cheng's own heartbeat.

Not sure if it was a hallucination, but he vaguely heard a burst of laughter.

Neither light nor heavy, as if from hell.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, which were relatively flat and a bit procrastinated. The person who came seemed to be stepping on slippers to go downstairs.

"Still sleeping?" There was a gentle voice, like spring water sloshing, Jiang Cheng was in a trance for a while before he came back to his senses.

The chill that spread from the bottom of my heart also quickly subsided.

The time is not yet ripe.

The guy inside doesn't seem to want to expose himself either.

Moving his gaze to the stairs, there stood a slim woman.

The woman changed her clothes, and the wine red pajamas were draped obliquely on her body, revealing a lazy feeling all over her body.

Like a precious cat.

Lin Wan'er.

He is also the boss of Jiangcheng.

Tonight she said she would stay, the reason was that it was raining too much outside, and she was worried that driving alone would be in danger.

For a very unintentional reason, Jiang Cheng couldn't get anything cheap from this woman even if he asked himself. After all, all his things were taught by her.

How could such a woman be in danger?

Even if you meet those guys who don't have long eyes, those are the ones who are so dangerous.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Jiang Cheng asked aloud, rubbing the position of his temples.

There were too many things that happened recently, and everything was full of weirdness and conspiracy, which made him overwhelmed. Now that Lin Wan'er said this, he was indeed a little tired.

Lin Wan'er looked at him, with one shoulder leaning against the wall, the breath of the Qinlou and Chu Pavilion spreading, like the deadliest poison, "I can't sleep alone."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his face helplessly, as if he wanted to reawaken some energy, and after a while, he said, "Don't be like this, please."

Walking to the sofa, Lin Wan'er sat down with one leg lightly resting on the other. Even in such a dim environment, she still glowed white.

But Jiang Cheng seemed to be familiar with it, and he couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

He casually tapped the keyboard in front of him, making a "tap-tap-tap" sound.

"Actually. You'd better go back to sleep." Jiang Cheng sighed and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Lin Wan'er's legs swayed slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was waiting for Jiang Cheng's next words.

Forced to do so, Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and said in a reassuring tone: "Even if I am sick, I will continue to work and will not delay making money for you."

"Really?"

"real!"

"Then why can't the recent account be matched?" Lin Wan'er's lips curled up, and a good-looking light appeared in her eyes, "When you received Nan Jin and the others, you drew a total of 9 from the bar, but you didn't register the money. At least. I didn't see it."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng secretly scolded the bar owner for not talking about martial arts, he had clearly agreed before, but he turned around and sold himself.

Next time I go by myself, I have to make up stories about the bar owner's affairs, and tell his wife one paragraph a day.

Stretching out a finger, Lin Wan'er tapped the armrest of the sofa with her fingertip. She didn't show any impatience, but Jiang Cheng was under a lot of pressure.

"You gave it to Wang Fugui." Lin Wan'er's voice was very calm, and that charming aura was gone. Few people could see this side of her.

But Jiangcheng was an exception.

After all, he is the person who is always by his side, and there are some similar essential things that cannot be hidden.

(End of this chapter)