Having endured such a series of blows, Fatty suddenly felt enlightened, even if the patch stuck to his neck was expired, he felt it was no big deal.

"Doctor," Fatty tilted his head and asked, "is that woman in the qipao your boss?"

"Yes."

"What's her name?"

Jiang Cheng, who had also applied a pain relief patch, walked over to Fatty, sat down opposite him, and said, "Lin Wan'er."

Fatty thought about it, and her appearance was just as her name implied, but her methods were...

Thinking of this, Fatty suddenly shuddered, then stared at Jiang Cheng in terror and asked, "Will she come back after a while?"

Slowly swallowing a mouthful of water, Jiang Cheng looked up and said, "No," he thought for a moment, and seemed to think that this was not accurate, so he added, "Usually not."

Mentioning this woman seemed to make Jiang Cheng uncomfortable. Fatty could clearly feel that the doctor was avoiding the topic of Lin Wan'er, and his gaze seemed absent-minded.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng interrupted Fatty and straightened up, "Have you ever thought about what we can get from nightmares?"

Jiang Cheng's question was abrupt. Fatty was still thinking about Lin Wan'er, and his mind didn't turn around for a while. He blinked, "What did you say?"

"Is it just blank paper and newspapers..."

Jiang Cheng's words seemed to be a rhetorical question.

The roles of blank paper and newspapers were already clear. The former could save a life once, and the latter could provide clues, but was that really... all?

Fatty fell silent. He looked at Jiang Cheng, knowing that if the latter raised such a question, then it meant that he already had an answer in his mind, or a reliable guess.

"Whether it's blank paper or newspapers, they can only be used in nightmare missions, and they are not easy to obtain, but they only have one chance to use them," Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty, "Isn't this too harsh?"

"In other words, you worked so hard to get these things, even if you use them all in the next instance, you might still die, so... why even go to the instance?"

Fatty hesitated and said, "Doctor, whether or not we go to the instance is not something we can..."

Speaking of this, Fatty stopped immediately. He suddenly thought of the way the doctor went to the instance last time.

As long as you carry a clue newspaper with you, you can start a nightmare mission corresponding to this instance!

His eyes fell into confusion, and he finally understood what the doctor meant by that sentence—

Why even go to the instance?

In fact, the doctor's expression was not accurate enough, it should be changed to why would anyone be willing to take the initiative to go to the instance?

There were no benefits, it would only simply bring forward the time when the nightmare would come, would anyone really do such a stupid thing?

But existence is reasonable.

What they had to think about was the purpose of those who sought to actively enter nightmares.

Fatty's eyes became subtle.

They must have a purpose, and this purpose must match the risks they were about to face!

There would never be idiots among those who could repeatedly farm instances, after all, the ashes of the slightly stupid would have to be scattered in the nightmare, and there were more than just ghosts that could kill people in the nightmare.

"Doctor," Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, as if he realized something, and lowered his voice, "Could it be that their purpose is to collect as many newspapers as possible, or even blank paper with a higher priority," he paused, "and then provide them to those wealthy people who need them?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "That's possible, but not all."

Then Jiang Cheng put forward his own conjecture, he guessed that choosing to enter the nightmare autonomously might reduce the difficulty of the nightmare, or it would extend the time before the next nightmare came.

Fatty nodded repeatedly when he heard the words.

But Jiang Cheng didn't seem to agree with these answers, he always thought that these were the edges, and he had not yet touched the real core.

"Okay, doctor," Fatty comforted, "No matter what it is, we will always figure it out one day."

Jiang Cheng raised his head, looked at Fatty with his triangular eyes, and with his crooked neck, he looked very funny.

The big-hearted Fatty couldn't help but be amused.

"Doctor," he asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me?"

"I will definitely figure it out one day," Jiang Cheng said in a cadence, "But whether you can see that day, I advise you not to be too happy too early."

Fatty immediately stopped smiling.

In the next few days, Fatty was always worried, he was worried that, as the doctor said, he would not see the day when the truth was revealed.

And Jiang Cheng also got his due retribution for scaring Fatty.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng chewed the sweet and sour fish expressionlessly, "Did you use soy sauce as vinegar?"

"Really, Doctor?"

"Try it yourself."

Similar incidents made Jiang Cheng unable to sleep well at night, threatening Fatty that if this happened again, he would order takeout, and Fatty would pay for it all.

"Doctor," Fatty brushed the dishes and poked half of his head out of the kitchen and said, "Don't even think about takeout, we don't have any money."

Jiang Cheng, who was studying the rich woman Liu Niuma, heard the words and shuddered, and shouted back: "Don't you still have it there? I saw it last time, there are still several red ones!"

Fatty sighed.

Jiang Cheng then seemed to realize something, and blurted out: "It wasn't searched away too, was it?"

Fatty nodded painfully, "It was still in my pocket before Boss Lin came, and I never saw it again after Boss Lin left."

Chen Xiaomeng and others would never have imagined that Jiang Cheng, who was like a fish in water in nightmares, was a guy struggling to survive in real life.

"Doctor," Fatty asked, "After we finish this meal, we can only eat the frozen food in the refrigerator for the next meal, but I just took a look, and a lot of the expiration dates have been wiped off, so I don't know..."

"No need to look at the expiration date," Jiang Cheng said, "It was expired when I bought it."

"Doesn't Boss Lin pay you?" Fatty muttered dissatisfied.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng said, "I have to wait a few days."

"Then what do you usually do when you encounter this kind of situation?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone, opened the chat, and said to the mobile phone very formally: "Pi Ruan, please reply when you receive."

So—

"嗝~"

Fatty covered his stomach and burped happily.

The table was full of seafood shells and various dishes, but all that was left was the bottom.

What Fatty was most satisfied with was the refrigerator, which was now filled with various ingredients, all of which were directly moved from the back kitchen of the star hotel under Pi Ruan's order.

After the two had their fill of food and wine, they went to bed.

Fatty slept in the living room, and Jiang Cheng was still sleeping on the mattress in the bedroom.

In his sleep, Jiang Cheng dreamed that he slowly stood up, and still uncontrollably went down the stairs to the first floor, and a dark door stood in front of him.

After the light and shadow changed, his feet were on solid ground. In the dimness, he only had time to recognize that he was in a spacious building, and in his ears... he held his breath.

It was the sound of waves, one wave higher than the other.