Chapter 15 I'm Also Desperate

Until Fatty accompanied Jiang Cheng back from the client's house, his mind was still a mess.

He secretly glanced at the doctor, who was wrestling with the sweet and sour fish, and his throat couldn't help but roll.

This isn't human...

At least not a person he could understand.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng unexpectedly rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

This scared Fatty, who was waiting on the side. "Doctor," Fatty hurriedly stopped him, startled, "What are you doing?"

This made him feel like his only reason for being here was gone.

"After you finish cleaning up, go to sleep," Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, and added, "We'll sleep together, and remember to set an alarm to wake me up at 12 o'clock."

"You're going out so late?" Fatty asked, puzzled.

But he was used to Jiang Cheng not giving explanations. After a quick cleanup, the two went upstairs to rest.

Fatty originally thought he could sleep in the bedroom, so he specially changed into his newly bought clean pajamas.

But Jiang Cheng stared at his new pajamas for a while, made a "tsk" sound, and then closed the bedroom door.

Leaving Fatty alone in the living room, disheveled.

Fatty's first rule of survival was to listen carefully to the doctor.

Good habits from nightmares were also carried into real life.

He diligently set two alarms, and Fatty fell asleep, half-dreaming, half-waking, when he was startled awake by the alarm.

He smacked his lips, trying to clear his head, and went to knock on Jiang Cheng's door. To his surprise, the door wasn't locked, and it opened with a gentle push.

Not daring to walk in rashly, he stood properly at the door.

"Doctor," he stretched his neck and called softly, "It's time, are you awake?"

Jiang Cheng was lying flat on the mattress, as peaceful as if he were dead.

"No," he didn't open his eyes, only his lips moved, "I'm still savoring it."

Fatty: ".......Doctor, are you this happy just from being a little mischievous?"

But Fatty wisely knew that the doctor definitely had important things to do, not just to be mischievous, when he asked to be woken up at this time.

He swallowed and tentatively asked, "Is someone coming?"

Jiang Cheng continued to be peaceful.

"A client?" Fatty followed this line of thought...

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of client would be inconvenient to come during the day and would only sneak over at midnight?

Fatty instantly thought of the Handbook of Rich Women's Preferences on the medical record shelf.

Bah!

It was a Rich Women's Condition Diagnosis Report.

They mostly fell ill at midnight, feeling empty, lonely, and cold.

Immediately, his gaze towards Jiang Cheng changed.

Jiang Cheng didn't care what Fatty was thinking. He lifted the quilt, slowly sat up, then left the mattress and stood up.

Then, in front of Fatty, he took off his pajamas and changed into a light tracksuit.

Fatty stared at him suspiciously, and slowly, he began to see some clues.

He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Doctor, you're not going to again tonight...?"

"Have you had enough sleep?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him, while squatting down to tie his shoelaces, interrupting his next words, "If you've had enough sleep, don't sleep tonight."

"We just came out of the nightmare!" Fatty was about to collapse.

"Don't get excited," Jiang Cheng, having tied his shoelaces, took out the yellowed newspaper from his previous clothes pocket, checked it carefully, and put it away close to his body, "I'm not planning to take you."

"No, doctor, it's not a question of whether you're taking me or not, it's that you're..."

"Alright," Jiang Cheng, having checked everything, burrowed back into the quilt, the remaining warmth making him groan comfortably. He pulled up the quilt and covered it to his chin.

"I'm going to sleep," he said calmly.

Fatty knew he couldn't win against the doctor, so even though he wanted to stop him, he eventually gave up. Perhaps... the doctor had his own plans.

"Then, doctor, be careful," he thought for a while, and suddenly reminded him, "Also, don't think about saving people this time, just take care of yourself."

"Got it," Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, "Fatty, close the door from the outside, I'm going to... sleep."

In the darkness, Jiang Cheng's breathing was steady and even.

It was reassuring to listen to.

Gradually, he really fell asleep.

In his dream, he dreamed that he slowly stood up, went down the stairs to the first floor, and once again pushed open the black iron door.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed, and he was met with a cramped space.

There was a dim oil lamp burning dimly overhead.

Whether it was due to the wind or the fuel itself, the flame flickered on and off.

The ceiling was very low, and in the dim light, he could see cobwebs all around the ceiling. Fortunately, he didn't see any spiders matching the cobwebs for the time being.

He hated those furry guys with many legs from the bottom of his heart.

It was low, dark, and he twitched his nose, accompanied by... a strange smell.

He was no stranger to this smell.

Slowly, he lowered his head and finally confirmed the location he had landed in this time.

"..."

He was in an extremely cramped toilet.

Not only cramped, but also dirty.

The surrounding walls were covered with unknown yellow stains.

In front of him was only a thin wooden door, with many scorched black marks near the bottom.

He held his breath, pushed open the door, and walked out.

After a few steps, when he pushed open a green wooden door, a hall-like place appeared in front of him, with an area of ​​about 100 square meters.

The ground was dark, whether it was cement or some special material.

In short, it was very rough.

The tables and chairs were also full of age, and even the table closest to him was covered with cracks, with indelible, residual greasy stains.

In Jiang Cheng's memory, he had never been to such a place. He had only seen similar scenes in movies or TV series, all old dramas from the 70s or 80s with filters.

It seemed that this time, he had traveled a long time.

He stood in place and simply looked around. This should be a fairly large hotel, and this floor was the hotel's self-operated restaurant.

He found the name of the hotel in a prominent location.

Anping Inn.

The surrounding environment had been confirmed, and next was to meet up with his teammates in this mission.

Presumably, they were also in this inn.

There were not many people eating around. Only three of the ten or so tables were occupied.

His gaze slowly swept over.

Everyone was eating with their heads down, and no one noticed him.

He lifted his leg and walked in one direction, where there was no door, only a white curtain blocking it.

As the only private room in this inn, it was still as simple as could be.

Lifting the curtain, six or seven gazes shot straight at him.

Jiang Cheng walked in without ceremony, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The people inside were dressed in a way that clearly didn't match this era. Like Jiang Cheng, they were all from the world decades later.

Counting Jiang Cheng, no more, no less.

Five men, three women.