Chapter 25 Doubt

The plan was perfect, but when it came time to implement it, Jiang Cheng hesitated after all.

Looking down at the fatty, memories of the past flooded his mind. To be fair, the fatty had treated him well.

Really well.

Although there was a suspicion of sucking up, he was hardworking and conscientious. He was reliable in both reality and nightmares.

It seemed that he was the one who led him through the nightmares, seeking survival in death, but only Jiang Cheng knew that without the fatty, he would have found it difficult to persevere until now.

To give a more direct example, if the fatty hadn't won the trust of the little beggar in the ancient scenario and obtained the real sachet, everyone would have died.

This had nothing to do with ability.

Jiang Cheng had reviewed that mission and concluded that unless there was detailed information, the first reaction of both the Crimson and the Night Watchmen when facing the little beggar would be the same as his: find a way to catch her and then use all means to pry open her mouth.

Instead of approaching it from the perspective of this stupid fatty, truly caring for her, and even thinking about saving her a rou jia mo (meat sandwich).

What they did in the nightmare would be erased without a trace when they left.

Besides, they didn't have that kind of patience.

They came here to survive, not to do charity.

And the result of doing so would be total annihilation.

Jiang Cheng had also tried to consider the problem from the fatty's point of view, but after a few attempts, he couldn't stand it anymore.

It made him feel stupid.

Especially stupid.

Like being rubbed on the ground.

He couldn't figure out how this fatty had survived until now with that big head, instead of being sold to a remote mountain black coal mine or something.

There were even people who wanted someone like this. Was the fatty's backing force in the scrap collecting business?

The hand holding the hilt tightened and then loosened. Jiang Cheng comforted himself to wait a little longer. It wasn't because he couldn't bring himself to do it, but because he hadn't… hadn't found the most suitable angle.

The fatty snored contentedly, completely unaware that he was only one step away from becoming a corpse.

Finally, Jiang Cheng moved. The hand holding the hilt no longer trembled, and a hint of coldness emerged in his eyes, covering all the previous images.

Everything… ends here.

The tip of the knife slowly leveled, aiming at the fatty's throat. Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and took one last look at the fatty's face.

But what he didn't expect was…

The fatty opened his eyes sleepily, obviously startled by Jiang Cheng, who suddenly appeared in front of his bed. "Holy shit, Doctor, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Cheng panicked for a moment, and the tip of the knife, which was about to stab forward, trembled. "I…"

At this moment, the sky was already faintly bright. The fatty saw the knife in Jiang Cheng's hand, and then, his pupils shrank and his expression became strange.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Just as Jiang Cheng was determined to stab him, the fatty suddenly leaned his face closer, looked at the knife, and said in a surprised tone, "Doctor, where did you find this knife?"

"See, I told you it wasn't lost. The kitchen knife is perfectly fine in the kitchen, and no one touched it. How could it be lost?"

"You must have just thrown it somewhere after using it." The fatty complained, "And you stubbornly refused to admit it, forcing me to use that broken fruit knife to cut potatoes."

After speaking, the fatty reached out to take the knife in Jiang Cheng's hand. Jiang Cheng's tense arm finally relaxed, and the knife was taken away by the fatty.

"Doctor," the fatty said, testing the blade with his hand, "This knife is so sharp. You got up so early today, did you go out to sharpen the knife?" He looked up at Jiang Cheng.

It was not yet 6 o'clock, and the sky outside was just faintly bright.

According to the fatty's understanding of Jiang Cheng, he wouldn't get up so early unless something was wrong. Most of the time, he would wait for him to make breakfast before he would condescend to get out of bed.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng said with a gloomy face, barely managing to say, "I went out to sharpen the knife."

The fatty revealed an expression that said, "I've seen through you long ago," and said, "Doctor, you must have taken advantage of the fact that it was not yet dawn and the visibility was poor to secretly spend that fake 10-yuan bill, right?"

"The old man who sharpens knives gets up so early just to earn some hard-earned money. It's not easy," the fatty said with a frown. "You're still taking advantage of his bad eyesight. We can't do such a thing."

After speaking, the fatty got up, put on his coat, took the knife in one hand, and took out a few 5-yuan and 10-yuan bills from his pocket with the other. "Doctor," he tilted his head and asked, "The knife-sharpening master hasn't gone far, has he? I'll go give him the money."

"It's okay, I'll just say you took the wrong money and asked me to come and make up for it when you realized it." After speaking, the fatty took the knife and went downstairs.

Leaving Jiang Cheng alone standing in the shadows where the light couldn't reach, bowing his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the fatty returned with a blank expression, he found that Jiang Cheng had already returned to the bedroom, and the bedroom door was closed. "Doctor," the fatty leaned over and said through the door, "I couldn't find anyone. Anyway, I'm already up. I want to go to the market to take a look. The vegetables are fresh in the morning."

"Also, I found the kitchen knife. I can make spare ribs. Besides bok choy, what else do you want to add?" The fatty suggested, "How about yam, Doctor? Yam nourishes the kidneys. You should eat more of it. It's good for your problem."

After waiting for a long time, there was silence inside.

The fatty frowned and continued to ask, "Doctor?"

"I'm not hungry," Jiang Cheng's voice sounded, sounding extremely tired. "Just make your own portion."

"Oh," the fatty put on his clothes and pants and went downstairs.

He also felt that the doctor was strange today, as if he was hiding something from him, but the fatty scratched his head and couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the doctor wouldn't harm him.

He must have his own ideas. It was better for his brain not to cause him any trouble.

With this thought in mind, the fatty took out the vegetable basket from the kitchen, opened the door, and walked towards the market.

If the fish is fresh today, I'll stew a fish for the doctor for lunch. He seemed to like it last time. I'll also nourish his brain, the fatty thought as he walked towards the sun.

"Hey," Huai Yi's voice sounded in his ear, interrupting Jiang Cheng's thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

It seemed like he had thought about a lot, but in reality, it was just a short moment.

Huai Yi noticed that Jiang Cheng's eyes were staring straight ahead and quickly reminded him.

They were running for their lives now, and this person was actually in a daze. Huai Yi sized up Jiang Cheng and felt that he was a little crazy.

Was he not afraid of death, or had he never died before?

"What time is it?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

There had been no movement outside for a long time, and the multi-headed ghost seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"I don't know," Huai Yi glanced outside through the crack and replied in a low voice, "Haven't you noticed? Ever since the multi-headed ghost appeared, our time has been completely messed up."