"I have a feeling that one day all these things will be used on me," Jiang Cheng said, smacking his lips as he stared at Fatty.

"No way, Doctor," Fatty explained sheepishly, "we weren't the same type of people to begin with. For example, without the interference of nightmares, if faced with the current situation, I would be thinking about how to save people, while you would be thinking about how to take advantage of the situation."

Jiang Cheng sized Fatty up and down, smacking his lips, and said, "Fatty, I'm really looking forward to the day when you're pinned to the ground by a ghost and having your neck snapped, and you can still talk to me so calmly."

Fatty shrugged. "Doctor," he sighed, "if I were you, I wouldn't be talking in this tone right now. After all, you're all alone, surrounded by powerful enemies, and you have Xia Meng, a time bomb, by your side. To put it bluntly, I'm the only reliable support you have."

"I personally suggest," Fatty said, "that you be a little more polite when you talk to me, Doctor." He paused, seeming to think this idea was a bit unrealistic, so he took a step back and said, "Say a few nice words, at least."

"Later," Jiang Cheng said, looking up at the sky after a moment. "I have a lot of things I want to say to you. When I get out of here, I'll pick a good day and burn them to you."

A few seconds later, after realizing the doctor didn't seem to be joking, Fatty suddenly shivered.

Then he acted as if he had suddenly sobered up from being drunk, looked around blankly, and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile, "Doctor, I seemed to be interfered with by something just now. Did I say anything excessive to make you angry?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and turned to leave.

After Fatty trotted over to follow, he realized that he and the doctor weren't the only ones who hadn't rushed to grab costumes. Chen Qiang and Qin Jian hadn't gone either; they were just standing on the other side.

Seeing the doctor and him walk over, they also followed.

It wasn't surprising that Qin Jian, as an old player, knew some tricks, but this Chen Qiang...

Was he being a little too much? It was hard for Fatty not to notice him. Facing this young man who was always serious and dressed like a student, Fatty suddenly felt like he was seeing the doctor for the first time.

He was either an old player pretending, or... he was probably in the same category as the doctor, a remarkably calm newbie.

Either way, for them, who had clues in their hands, it wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Moreover... there was no news about that Deep Crimson, which was still unclear whether it even existed.

Fatty's eyes quietly swept over everyone present. In this small room, he paused, already able to feel the surging undercurrents around him.

No one suggested waking Tang Shirou, because no one wanted to offend the four people who hadn't put on their costumes yet.

Jiang Cheng, Fatty, Chen Qiang, Qin Jian.

Four people, and four costumes left.

One green, one black, and two white costumes that were different styles.

No one moved. The middle-aged woman just watched coldly, without urging them. The others who had put on their costumes seemed to be pondering something in silence.

Xia Meng's eyes flickered uncertainly on Jiang Cheng.

An Xuan, who was the first to put on a costume, frowned slightly. He didn't care much about how others looked at him. As long as he could get through the nightmare, he wouldn't actively make enemies with troublesome people.

But now he suddenly had a strange idea: could it be that there was something wrong with the other colored costumes besides that large red costume that made people uncomfortable just looking at it?

Looking up again, he looked at the remaining people who hadn't chosen with a bit more suspicion in his eyes.

As if having made up his mind for a long time, Jiang Cheng reached out, his target being the black costume.

But... before he could touch the black costume, a hand snatched it away. Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at the person beside him. It was Qin Jian's relatively well-maintained face.

"This gentleman..." Qin Jian looked embarrassed, but the hand gripping the costume didn't loosen, obviously planning to take it by force, just waiting for Jiang Cheng to back down.

"If you like it, just take it and wear it," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, finished speaking, and then reached for another white one.

Qin Jian pretended to want to return the costume to Jiang Cheng, but didn't know how to open his mouth. In the end, seeing that Jiang Cheng was ignoring him, he sighed to himself and had no choice but to put on the black costume.

Jiang Cheng quickly put on the white costume, even faster than Qin Jian.

Fatty looked at Chen Qiang and said, "Brother, you..."

"You choose first," Chen Qiang said. His tone was straightforward, but not offensive. "I can wear either one, but you might not be able to."

Fatty was stunned, but he quickly realized that Chen Qiang was referring to the size.

Among the 10 people, only You Qi's body type was close to his, and the costume on him was obviously several sizes larger than the others. Among the remaining green and white costumes, the sizes were indeed different.

The green one was obviously larger, while the white one was much smaller.

Thinking of this, Fatty looked at Chen Qiang gratefully. If the latter hadn't reminded him, but had silently put on the slightly larger green costume, then he probably wouldn't have had a suitable costume to wear.

Fatty nodded to Chen Qiang, and then he didn't stand on ceremony, directly taking the green costume. Chen Qiang took the last white one, and the two of them put them on smoothly.

Just as everyone else had put on their costumes, Qin Jian slowly finished changing. After all, he was older, and his movements were somewhat slower. But just as he put on his costume and looked up, he suddenly realized that everyone was staring at him.

Moreover... the hidden meaning in their gazes made him frown.

What... was going on?

The next second, he immediately realized that there must be something wrong with the costume he was wearing. His gaze slowly swept over his body, until... he found a row of gold thread-stitched things that looked like yellow paper on the inside of the front.

Immediately afterwards, an icy chill exploded in his mind, instantly permeating his entire body.

He finally realized that the thing he was wearing wasn't just a costume, but... a mourning garment worn at funerals.

At this moment, when he raised his eyes again, he met Jiang Cheng's bright eyes.

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng smacked his lips, while stroking his chin, and nudged Zuo Jing beside him. "How is it? I said it looked like a mourning garment, but Qin went and grabbed it before I could take a good look. That's why they say people get wiser with age. Yeah, Mr. Qin, you're planning ahead, preparing the clothes in advance, you'll need them sooner or later."

Not only had he suffered a loss, but he was also ridiculed by Jiang Cheng in such a roundabout way, Qin Jian's previous air of superiority vanished. A mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat, almost making him vomit.

"Now that you've changed into your costumes, please go upstairs one by one to see the young master," the middle-aged woman's ghostly voice suddenly sounded from behind.