Unconsciously, another face slowly emerged.

It was a slightly miserable figure, with scars and blood all over his body. Just as the man said, he had a broken arm and a leg.

It can be said that there is only half a life left.

He also reminded himself to seize the opportunity.

When he faced himself and Jiao Tailang, the madness and violence on their faces were still fresh in his memory, and he naturally classified the other person into the same category as Chenran he had encountered before.

They are a kind of people.

They are all crazy.

But the strange thing is that after he succeeded in the sneak attack, for a moment, he felt a weird feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.

He couldn't tell why.

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

This is certain, he is just an ordinary ordinary person who cannot be more ordinary.

How could he possibly know such a terrible guy.

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

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

In the darkness, Fatty curled up and recalled over and over again in his mind where he had seen such a look.

There seemed to be a crack in something like a box in the back of my mind, and I 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 waist-deep in a sea of ​​blood, with firelight flowing on the door and a metallic smell.

Crows were circling overhead, distorted faces were rising and falling in the sea of ​​blood, and whispering sounds were heard in the ears, like the murmurs of the devil.

The girl in the white dress knelt down in front of the tombstone, praising the victor's achievements.

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

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

His whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and he sat on the sofa bed, unable to calm down for a long time.

That 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, only to find that the bedroom door was actually open.

I walked over cautiously and looked into the bedroom, but the doctor was not there.

"doctor?"

Slowly walking downstairs, the fat man held on to the handrail and shouted.

He didn't know why, but the bizarre scene in his dream actually gave him a strange sense of reality.

It was as if everything had happened before.

When he didn't hear an answer, Fatty suddenly had a bad feeling 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.

After taking a long breath, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "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 will

Hurry up, we'll eat when it's ready."

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

This was sent by Brother Pi Ruan, and it looks very high-end.

The fat man prepared to replenish his body by giving it to the doctor.

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

He searched nearby again, but strangely, even the fruit knife from before was gone, leaving only a small blunt-edged table knife.

The fat man reluctantly tried the edge and found that, let alone cutting meat, this knife could stab someone with more than a dozen cuts without being fatal.

"Doctor?" The fat man couldn't help but feel strange. From the moment he came downstairs to now, the doctor didn't say a word. He was the only one talking. The situation was a bit embarrassing.

"A knife sharpener just came here." Jiang Cheng said calmly, "I asked 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 very sharp. And the doctor, if you gave him the knife, what should we use to cut the steak?"

"I ordered takeout."

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

Then I went to wash up and get ready to start cleaning the room.

He carefully removed the heavy bookshelf, and then cleaned the gaps behind it. The fat man wearing rubber gloves worked very seriously.

According to him, he once worked as a housekeeper and was awarded the most popular customer award.

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

That parking space is reserved for Boss Lin.

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

The woman is wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with dark eyebrows. Her body wrapped in the cheongsam is uneven, and she is holding a small patent leather bag in one hand.

The long hair like ink is simply pulled up and tied into a bun at the back of the head. A smudged Luo Yunchai is inserted into the bun just right, adding a touch of indispensable brightness to the woman.

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

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

"Is there any?" The fat man scratched his head in embarrassment.

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

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

The moment he saw Lin Wan'er, Jiang Cheng seemed to be completely relieved. He rubbed his brows, giving off a very tired feeling, "I thought you would be later."

"How could it be?" Lin Wan'er gently placed her purse on Jiang Cheng's desk, her eyes shining brightly, "You rarely come to me."

Jiang Cheng tilted his head, pointed at the side of his neck and said, "Then... how about you try to be gentler next time?"

"Try your best." Lin Wan'er smiled, and she casually took off the hairpin on her head. Her neat black hair was spread behind her, and she held it between her fair and slender fingers, giving it a shocking beauty.

After a while, the fat man came in with a lot of lunch boxes, similar to the one brought by Brother Piruan last time.

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

Compared with last time, Lin Waner's attitude this time flattered the fat man. 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 and was very pleasant.

Not bought...

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

It was last time.

That time when Pi Ruan came.
Chapter completed!