Nightmare Attack

v3 Chapter 256: Come in

"Get out of the car." After the middle-aged man stopped the car, he got out of the car first. The fat man was the second. His movements were even faster than Jiangcheng, as if there was something like a jackal beast chasing behind him. he.

Pulling the car door, Jiangcheng, who was standing on the open space, looked around and found that it was a villa-style building with a very large area and a stone wall as a partition around it.

But from the mottled exterior, it is very old and the location is very remote. At least for him who has lived in Rongcheng for a long time, he doesn't know that there is such a place in the suburbs.

The fat man approached Jiang Cheng in a few steps and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, where is this?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head, then squinted, looking at the middle-aged man who got out of the car.

Although it seems that Xia Meng has the highest priority among this group of people, here, the others are still obviously obedient to the middle-aged man, and he exists like a manager.

Immediately after the middle-aged man got out of the car, the young man who had been waiting aside immediately got in the car, sat in the driving seat and drove the car away.

A rolling shutter door slowly rises at a position of the building, revealing a black hole, similar to a garage space, the black car that carried them slowly fell in, and then the rolling shutter door fell, all traces were covered.

The door of the villa gradually closed, and with a bang, the rusty iron door closed, as if it had left sunlight and hope outside.

The fat man's throat rolled twice.

He seemed to want to say something, but after seeing Jiang Cheng's face, he closed his mouth with interest.

After a while, the setting sun slanted to the west, and half of the setting sun hung in the sky.

The dilapidated villa stood tall in the sunset, drawing a half-dead shadow on the ground.

Nothing nonsense, the middle-aged man walked to the villa, Jiang Cheng stepped up and followed him about two meters behind him, and the fat man followed the doctor in small steps.

It seems that no one has lived in this villa for a long time, and when they walked in the door, they saw some people in it busy cleaning up.

A few people came to sit down in front of the spacious leather sofa. In front of them was a very clean marble table. Several cups were placed on the table which could almost reflect the figure.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to hold one, and the remaining warmth from his fingers was just right.

He took a sip, then held the quilt in his hand without putting it down, as if taking the temperature in it to dispel the chill not long ago, "it seems to be here." He raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side didn't speak, he just sat there with a strong aura. After a while, he nodded, "Yes, after dinner, you can prepare."

"You...are you going to enter a nightmare here?" The fat man also reacted at this moment. It turns out that the reason why these people have spent so much to build a fortress here is to use this as a base to enter the nightmare.

"Without me," the middle-aged man turned his head to look at the fat man, and said lightly: "It's you."

Although the doctor had emphasized with himself early on that he would take his own money this time, but at this moment, speaking from the middle-aged population, it is truly settled.

After all, it seems that doctors have to be restrained by this middle-aged man.

The fat man knew very well that the current doctor was afraid that he was holding back his stomach, and when he entered the task, Xia Meng's life might not be easy.

"The clue newspaper is in your hands," Jiang Cheng's voice was very calm. Although Xia Meng was sitting very close to him and could be seen as long as he tilted his head, his attention was still focused on the middle-aged man.

After all, he is the only one who can bring him a sense of crisis.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

It’s not hard to guess. Putting the clue newspaper close to the body can open the corresponding door. Jiang Cheng had experienced this in the school copy. At that time, he had just come out of the first copy, and the frequent copying almost caused him to die. .

He also didn't propose to read the newspaper to check the goods first, after all, this time it was not his own party, and this seemingly precious Xia Meng was with him.

Ah no, I accompanied her by myself.

Life and death are shared, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other.

According to the middle-aged man's temperament, it is estimated that if Xia Meng is cool, then even if he survives the nightmare mission and returns to reality, I am afraid that the situation is very bad.

After an ordinary dinner, Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Xia Meng were all led by a middle-aged man to a big room upstairs.

The villa has three floors, but for now, only one floor is occupied, and the second and third floors are very quiet.

Here, a few people simply held a meeting, in fact, listening to the middle-aged people talk about some things that need to be noticed in the nightmare. The reason why it is called the meeting is completely because of the middle-aged people's serious appearance.

Regrettably, the middle-aged man only mentioned a little bit about the information about Crimson that Jiang Cheng wanted to know the most.

He only said that there was intelligence indicating that the Crimson Society had intervened this time, but to what extent, whether it would send someone to sneak in, and what kind of person to send~lightnovelpub.net~ are they male or female? How many? There is no specific information at all.

Raising his wrist, the middle-aged man glanced at his watch, raised his eyes and said: "It's 10 o'clock exactly, half an hour later I will start to empty the other people in this villa, including me."

Before leaving, the middle-aged man looked at Xia Meng who deliberately avoided him, sighed, and then stretched out his hand. The fat man blinked suspiciously, wondering what they were doing.

A few seconds later, Xia Meng reluctantly took out a newspaper from a very close position in the clothes in front of him. The middle-aged man took it and turned around and handed the newspaper to Jiang Cheng.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng grabbed it.

"Please," the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Jiang Cheng stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "When the hope comes out, you can still abide by our previous agreement."

The middle-aged man glanced at Xia Meng for the last time, then turned and strode away.

After the wooden door was closed, only Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Xia Meng were left in the room.

But unlike the scene that Fatty had imagined, Xia Meng had completely lost her previous brilliance.

She sat on the corner of the largest bed in the room, staring at Jiang Cheng, and from time to time she glanced at the newspaper in the latter's hand.

"Doctor," the fat man approached sneakily, staring at the newspaper in Jiang Cheng's hands and said: "This thing is not fake, how come I feel so easy?"

He kept his eyes motioning to Jiang Cheng to look at Xia Meng, obviously wanting to ask why the newspaper didn't give it to her, but left it to himself.

Jiang Cheng did not behave as much as Fatty Xia Meng thought. He left Fatty and went to the biggest and most comfortable bed where Xia Meng was. Then, in front of Xia Meng, he tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He was very wretched. The newspaper folded in half pressed tightly to his face in his smile.

"It's still hot." He grinned happily.