Chapter 65 Taboo

That night, the doctor had reminded him not to leave the room no matter what happened. He could still remember the look in the doctor's eyes when he emphasized this point.

But before long, the latter fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

Not only did he fall asleep, but he slept extremely comfortably, adopting all sorts of bizarre postures that opened the fatty's eyes.

Presumably, the doctor had realized by then that the clue was on that newspaper, and through the newspaper, he had learned something, which was why he was so fearless.

"Doctor," the fatty leaned over and asked curiously, "I've read that newspaper. It only records the ins and outs of the villa massacre case, but..." He raised his head. "What does this have to do with the school mission?"

Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look out the window. The night was not yet deep, and the sound of car horns could be heard in the distance from time to time. Jiang Cheng, half of his body shrouded in darkness, did not answer immediately.

The fatty's body gradually fed back an uncomfortable signal.

He wasn't afraid of Jiang Cheng's dirty talk, but he was afraid of the latter suddenly becoming quiet.

As time passed, this made him more and more clearly aware of the gap between the two, even if Jiang Cheng didn't deliberately show it.

But the fatty knew that the two were, after all, people from two different worlds.

If Jiang Cheng was willing, he could integrate into his life, but if he wasn't, then there was no place for him in the other side of Jiang Cheng.

Fortunately, just before the string in the fatty's heart snapped, Jiang Cheng finally spoke.

"The content on the newspaper has changed," he said. "The previous information has disappeared, and taboos related to this mission have appeared in the original blank space."

A trace of doubt flashed in the fatty's eyes.

He keenly caught the word Jiang Cheng mentioned.

Taboo.

Instead of... clue.

"The ghosts in the mission cannot kill again in the same place," Jiang Cheng said, turning his head.

The fatty's eyes widened slightly, and his thoughts instantly returned to the mission.

The qipao woman died in the dormitory, Long Tao died in the remote men's restroom, Luo Yi died in the archives, Zhen Jianren died in the equipment center, and Yu Wen... died in the past represented by the mirror world.

Indeed, listing all the players whose death locations could be confirmed, it could be seen that no two people died in the same place.

This must be the reason why the doctor was so confident and could sleep so freely at night.

After all, the qipao woman had already died there first.

The fatty licked his chapped lips and asked in a low voice, "Are there... any other taboos?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, not hiding anything. He looked into the fatty's eyes. "But you don't need to know."

The fatty only hesitated for a second after hearing this, and then he was relieved. He nodded and said, "I understand, Doctor."

He knew in his heart that with Jiang Cheng's ability, there was no need to trick him at all, let alone any difficulty.

Since he said so, there must be a reason for it.

As for Jiang Cheng's reasons, except for the part related to ktv that was not very reliable, the rest were very reliable.

Tonight's conversation should have ended here. The fatty stood up, preparing to refill the doctor's glass with warm water, but just as his fingers touched the glass, his body trembled violently.

"Doctor," the fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, his eyes filled with undisguised eagerness, "was that newspaper the reward for the last mission?"

Jiang Cheng looked back at him, their eyes met.

"Yes."

"What about this time's reward?"

He didn't get an answer. He was only surprised to find that Jiang Cheng's gaze was fixed on him, a gaze... different from usual.

The air suddenly became heavy.

The fatty seemed to suddenly realize something.

He didn't dare to move. After a few seconds, he slowly, slowly reached out and groped around his body.

First, he unzipped his coat, then his pockets...

Finally, in a hidden inner pocket close to his body, he found a slightly yellowed piece of paper.

It looked like a newspaper.

There were jagged marks left after tearing at the corners, it looked like... a tattered newspaper.

The fatty didn't even open it. He honestly handed the paper over and placed it on the table in front of Jiang Cheng.

Unexpectedly—

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at the newspaper. His eyes were still on the fatty's face, his eyes as calm as the sea.

Being stared at by such a gaze, the fatty felt like his soul was about to fly out. His legs trembled uncontrollably, as if he was about to kneel down in the next second.

"Doctor," the fatty said with a bitter face, "listen to my explanation. I really didn't know this thing was on me. If I had known, I would have taken it out and given it to you long ago."

"I... I didn't mean to monopolize it..."

The fatty's words were earnest, he was almost swearing an oath.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng finally shifted his gaze.

The fatty, freed from the gaze, immediately began to breathe heavily. The pressure like a mountain just now had almost stopped his breathing. He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, even his back was wet.

He looked at Jiang Cheng with a look of trepidation, like a student who had made a mistake.

After Jiang Cheng picked up the newspaper, he didn't open it in front of the fatty, but put it directly into his pocket.

The fatty's heart turned cold when he caught a glimpse of this.

But he couldn't argue about it.

He couldn't remember how many times the doctor had saved him in the nightmare. Without the doctor, he would have been dead long ago, but now such a thing had happened.

Although... he really didn't mean to.

"Doc... Doctor..." he opened his mouth as if unwilling to give up, but unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head—

"Squeak—"

The chair leg rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. Jiang Cheng stood up, first straightened the wrinkled corner of his clothes, and then walked away without looking back.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs was "嗒嗒," relatively dull, making the fatty feel even more uncomfortable.

Without any ideas, he waited for a while. Until there was no more sound from above, he slowly moved his feet upstairs. He understood in his heart that he could only blame himself for this.

After all, he and the doctor were just chance acquaintances, especially in a ghostly place like a nightmare.

It was already benevolent of the doctor to take him in.

Putting himself in his shoes, if such a thing happened to him, then what would he think as Jiang Cheng?

He would naturally suspect that the other party wanted to monopolize it.

Trust... is always limited.

Especially for this kind of thing that can save lives.

The fatty came to the second floor. The place he had temporarily tidied up for sleeping was right in front of him. He sighed and silently packed his things, preparing to leave.

The doctor didn't take the initiative to drive him away, which had already saved him enough face.

Fortunately, there weren't many things, just a small bag after a simple packing.

The fatty carried the bag and looked back at this place that he couldn't say he was familiar with, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

He left a note on the doorknob of the bedroom, reminding Jiang Cheng not to forget the spare ribs and fish in the refrigerator.

Especially the spare ribs, they couldn't be stored for long in normal mode.

Just as the fatty turned around to leave, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

A shadow was projected on the ground, stretching out very long.

"If you didn't hand it over tonight, guess what would have happened?" Jiang Cheng's voice was as cold as ice. "Dead fatty."