"Spitting out the seafood shell in his mouth, Jiang Cheng grabbed a wet wipe, wiped his hands and replied, "Not yet."

The fatty revealed a worried expression, the crab leg in his hand no longer fragrant. He reluctantly put down the crab leg and looked at the doctor with the expression of someone going to a grave.

"Doctor," the fatty's tone was somewhat mournful. He hesitated for a long time, but still opened his mouth and said, "It's been three days already, and there's still no news. Is it not happening?"

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng raised his head, first frowning, then staring at the fatty's large face, and asked with some belated realization, "Why do I feel like you're a little disappointed?"

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng tilted his neck, reminding him, "Although I'm an orphan, even if I don't come back, you can't inherit my inheritance."

He paused, his voice also growing louder, "I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible!"

The fatty's expression was almost tearful.

Although everyone knew that the doctor had some issues with his mind, to still be thinking about the distribution of his inheritance at this point, the fatty felt that the doctor was somewhat exceptional.

Moreover, the main thing was that the doctor didn't actually have any assets.

"Doctor, please shut up," the fatty said, "I'm concerned about you, worried that you're going into this instance alone without anyone by your side to help you."

"Who said I'm going alone this time?" Jiang Cheng asked, puffing out his cheeks.

"Can Xia Meng even be considered a teammate?" The fatty swallowed his saliva, looking at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression, "Doctor, I have something to say that you might not like to hear, but do you believe she wants to kill you more than the ghosts do?"

Xia Meng's participation in the mission was the middle-aged man's last message, which made the fatty even more worried about Jiang Cheng's personal safety.

Raising his head, Jiang Cheng said very naturally, "Don't I still have you?"

"Me?"

"That's right," Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you going with me? How could you possibly be comfortable with me going alone?"

After a moment of stunned silence, the fatty suddenly reacted and blurted out, "I'll go to your great uncle!"

But none of this worked on Jiang Cheng. He persuaded the fatty with just a few words, and even cited a few representative examples.

For example, if he wasn't around, the fatty could easily be dragged into a nightmare, then caught by a ghost who would snap his neck or break his limbs and hang him up as a mascot or something.

The fatty's face turned pale at the thought. Most importantly, these things were very likely to happen.

He was a person who was particularly aware of his own limitations and had a very clear understanding of his own position. He had survived until now entirely because of the doctor's coattails. Although this coattail was quite talkative, it had at least been reliable so far.

"Doctor," the fatty licked his lips, looking at Jiang Cheng with a very reliable gaze, and said in a deep voice, "There may have been some miscommunication between us just now. Actually, my initial plan was to go with you."

He paused, "Because I'm worried about you going alone."

"Is that so..." Jiang Cheng nodded, wearing an expression of sudden realization, "Then why did I hear that you took advantage of the time you went to buy groceries to ask the owner of the dessert shop next door whether my studio was rented or bought, and even asked about things like water and electricity bills?"

The fatty was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said loudly, "Rumors! This... this is completely a rumor!"

He seemed very agitated, his neck turning red, "Doctor, don't you know what kind of person I am? I..."

"Alright, I don't want to hear it," Jiang Cheng drank the last mouthful of seafood porridge, narrowed his eyes, pulled out a wet wipe, first wiped his mouth, then wiped his hands clean, and then stood up.

"Fatty, you should understand me," Jiang Cheng exhaled, using a mysterious tone, "Among the beauties within a hundred meters of this place... is there a single one who doesn't have designs on me?"

But what was coming would still come. It was on the afternoon of the fourth day after the middle-aged man left.

The weather was as bright and beautiful as ever. In the morning, Jiang Cheng had received a very attractive woman around 30 years old. The two had a pleasant conversation, and afterwards, the doctor even invited her upstairs for a visit.

Then he drove the fatty, who was squatting on a chair, watching survival videos on his phone, to the market to buy groceries.

Ever since he found out that the doctor was going to take him into an instance, the fatty's motivation to learn and accept new things had greatly increased. The fixed course in the morning was to browse survival videos.

In the afternoon, he would read the Sherlock Holmes detective novels he bought from a street stall.

After dinner, he would run for an hour, returning when the sky was turning dark, and then use the doctor's computer to watch horror movies to practice his courage.

In order to achieve the best effect, he usually kept it single-player. Sometimes, when he really couldn't bear it, he would quit halfway and watch a few episodes of the Haier Brothers to adjust.

After all, watching the Haier Brothers could also teach him knowledge, and knowledge was not divided into high and low, only the ways of acquiring it were different.

"Buzz..."

The doctor's phone on the table rang, while he was hiding in the bathroom, suspiciously doing something.

The fatty had no choice but to take the phone and go to the bathroom to find him.

A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng pushed open the bathroom door.

The fatty, who was in the middle of studying, only glanced at the doctor and couldn't move his eyes away. The doctor's expression was unusually heavy, and he immediately realized that that thing... had probably come.

"Doctor..." He opened his mouth slightly.

"Pack up," Jiang Cheng turned and walked upstairs, along the stairs, "We'll leave in a while."

The fatty was stunned for a moment, then got up and chased after him, stretching his neck and anxiously asking, "Doctor, where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

The luggage was very simple. In order to be discreet, they both tacitly agreed not to wear the clothes they had worn in the nightmare before, nor any of their usual clothes.

After locking the office door, Jiang Cheng first took the fatty in a taxi to the nearest farmers market, which had many outdoor clothing vendors.

There was a large flow of people here, and the clothes sold were very cheap.

Jiang Cheng and the fatty each picked out a set of clothes that were fairly suitable, comfortable and with good flexibility. The shoes were slightly better, a promotional model from a domestic sports brand.

After all, no one wanted the embarrassing situation of their soles falling off while being chased by a ghost.

After that, the two took another taxi and went straight to the outskirts of the city.

The journey was relatively remote, and the driver kept observing them through the rearview mirror, seemingly worried that they were heroes who would rob the car.

"Why do you keep looking at us?" the fatty muttered unhappily, "It's not like we're not going to pay."

"No... nothing," the driver said with an awkward smile, "Isn't it a bit uneasy recently? It's always good to be careful," seemingly sensing that the two shouldn't have any malicious intent, the driver's words gradually increased.

"Young brothers... are you locals?" the driver asked as he drove.

"No," Jiang Cheng replied.

"Then are you going back to the city tonight?"

"Depends."

The driver moved his lips, and finally said, "Young brothers, listen to my advice, if there's nothing important, don't come back."