Chapter 19 Weird Habits

Jiang Cheng looked at him and said in a slow, unhurried tone, "I hope you understand that I'm saving you. Nightmares only have a beginning, not an end, and the people here..." He smiled meaningfully, "All have some weird habits."

"Miss Chen has taken a liking to you..." he said suddenly.

Chen Qiang opened his eyes wide in confusion.

"Your skin." Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows at the human skin drum, gave Chen Qiang a knowing look, and turned to walk into the door.

After realizing what he meant, the fear in Chen Qiang's eyes almost solidified, but by the time he wanted to ask more questions, Jiang Cheng had already left.

The door began to become illusory, and the buzzing sound became even more piercing.

It was about to collapse.

With no time left to hesitate, Chen Qiang followed the example of the others who had disappeared before and plunged into the door.

...

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a patch of darkness above him, but not the kind where you couldn't see anything, but rather a darkness with a little bit of light remaining.

Jiang Cheng could see the ceiling above him, but it was very blurry.

He could hear the ticking of a clock, as well as...breathing.

Very close.

Right next to him.

Turning his head, sure enough, it was Fatty's big face.

"Doctor," Fatty said with boundless surprise when he saw Jiang Cheng was awake, "you're awake!"

Frowning slightly, Jiang Cheng tried to move his body, then sat up straight. He didn't understand why Fatty was so excited.

It was An Xuan who had an accident, not him.

After a moment, Fatty seemed to have figured something out, and said angrily, "As soon as I came out, Xia Meng told me that this instance has a limit, and only two people can survive at most."

"She also said that the people left behind would be targeted and killed by the ghost." Fatty imagined the scene and quickly said with a shiver, "I figured with your sharp tongue, Doctor, your tongue would probably be pulled out."

Jiang Cheng stretched his neck and sized Fatty up and down, feeling that he was always implying something lately, but he couldn't catch the evidence.

"Where is she?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Fatty averted his gaze. In the corner, sat a blurry figure, who was looking over here.

The moment he spotted the figure, Jiang Cheng pounced on her.

"Mengmeng!" Jiang Cheng leaned in very affectionately, grabbed Xia Meng's arm, and then helped her up. "Are you okay? I was so worried about you!"

Xia Meng was sitting there thinking about something when Jiang Cheng suddenly pounced on her, immediately interrupting her train of thought.

"Don't touch me!" Xia Meng said fiercely, trying to push him away.

Jiang Cheng pitifully clung to her, rubbing against her as he said, "You didn't say that the other night in the nightmare." He gave her starry eyes and said emotionally, "You pulled on my belt and called me 'Little Cutie', saying you'd take care of me for the rest of my life... Were you lying to me?"

Fatty watched as Jiang Cheng clung to Xia Meng, and then the two of them circled the entire room, seemingly looking for something.

"Heh." Xia Meng sneered, "You think you can take us hostage and we won't be able to do anything to you?"

"Mengmeng, what are you talking about?" Jiang Cheng looked around, not finding anyone lying in ambush in the room.

He held Xia Meng's arm tightly, not letting her escape his control, his eyes darting around, while the other hand gripped a pen.

The steel cap of the pen had been removed, and the sharp silver tip faintly reflected a cold light in the dark environment.

"Don't you know what I feel about you?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and said aggrievedly.

It seemed that there was a sound in the room.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Thump."

"Thump."

Two crisp knocks, without any delay.

Jiang Cheng tightened his grip on Xia Meng, who angrily raised her leg and tried to kick Jiang Cheng, but he dodged it nimbly and even took the opportunity to grope her.

"If you do that again, I might not touch you there," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

Xia Meng paused the leg she had raised.

Fatty also came over at this moment, and the two of them sandwiched Xia Meng in the middle.

Turning his gaze back, Jiang Cheng looked towards the door and asked casually, "Who is it?"

A moment later, the three of them sat on the sofa downstairs. As usual, Xia Meng sat in the middle with an unwilling look on her face, with Jiang Cheng on the left and Fatty on the right.

Fatty vigilantly looked around from time to time.

Across from them sat a young man with gold-rimmed glasses, rubbing the corner of his eye. The young man said helplessly, "Actually, you don't have to do this." He looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes. "Mr. Gong already explained when he left that you can leave safely."

After a pause, he added, "At any time."

"Actually, I don't have a problem." Jiang Cheng turned to look at Xia Meng, his gaze suddenly softening, and the latter immediately had a bad feeling.

"It's mainly that Mengmeng can't bear to leave me!" He said in a melodious tone, "She insists on personally sending me home, watching me lie in bed before she feels at ease."

Half an hour later, a black sedan left the villa, followed by a black van.

After getting on the highway, it sped towards the city.

"Thump."

"Thump."

After two knocks on the door, the door was pushed open. The person who entered the room was very respectful, leaning slightly forward and bowing to the man standing by the window. "Mr. Gong," the young man with gold-rimmed glasses said, "They have left."

"Just like you said, they took Miss hostage." He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Using the pen we left behind earlier."

After a long while...

"Have you contacted those people?" a deep male voice asked, and the young man with gold-rimmed glasses lowered himself even further unconsciously.

"They contacted us on their own initiative." The young man said respectfully, "They suffered losses in the people they sent. Two people, only one returned."

"What about the opponent's background?"

The young man couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and adjusted his glasses, saying, "Mr. Gong, the time is too short, they... they said they are still investigating."

After noticing a slight change in the middle-aged man in front of him, the young man quickly added, "But one thing has been confirmed, the other party is not a formal member of Deep Red. Just... just like before, they are just their fanatical worshippers."

"Judging from the results, they should have some qualifications, but fortunately, they have not been eroded by them yet, otherwise the consequences..." At this point, he stopped talking.

All he needed to do was gather the information.

As for the analysis, and what conclusions to draw from the analysis, were not issues he should consider.

After he left, only the middle-aged man was left alone in the huge room.

Standing by the window, outside was the boundless night.

Like a pool of stagnant water.

Silent, lifeless...

Gradually, his iron-tower-like body trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid, the heavy gasps like a wild beast out of control.

Turning his head, the glass window reflected a ferocious face, with high cheekbones, dense blood vessels crawling at the corners of his eyes, and blue veins on his forehead like dragons.

"It's... it's coming again..."