Nightmare Attack

"There is no news yet," the man's voice was strong and confident. "We have checked the patients who have recovered and been discharged from more than a dozen mental hospitals near Beijing in the past year, and we have not found the person you mentioned."

"Expand the search scope." A flash of light flashed between the girl's eyebrows. "Also," she paused for a few seconds and added: "There is probably a fat man accompanying that person."

"Fat guy?" the man replied, and then he seemed to have come to his senses and said with a wry smile: "This isn't anything special. Fat guys can be found everywhere."

"But this fat man is different." The girl's mind flashed to the fat man's amazing coordination ability that was seriously inconsistent with his body. She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, and finally said: "This fat man is particularly flexible, please pay attention. "

The person on the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and finally responded perfunctorily.

The man couldn't imagine how flexible a mere fat man could be.

The girl hung up the phone.

The room in Nuo Da's bedroom suddenly became quiet again.

She casually tied her loose hair into a ponytail, jumped out of bed, and walked barefoot to the wide floor-to-ceiling window without wearing slippers.

She opened the light-colored window screen, and the afternoon sunlight reflected on her face.

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and looked out the window.

She was only wearing a thin burgundy nightgown, and under her fair, almost transparent skin, she had a body that was not as delicate as someone described it.

Standing here, she didn't worry about being spied on, because there was only a blue lake in front of her.

A few minutes later, she realized she was awake and slowly looked away. About two meters away, there was an easel, and a piece of fur from an unknown animal was spread on the solid wood floor.

There is a sketch on the easel.

Use simple strokes to outline a young man.

The precise brushstrokes like sculptures test the painter's skill, but with just a few strokes, the man's charm emerges vividly on the paper.

There's no choice in appearance, she's the type that rich women can't put down.

The girl leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the light, tilting her head and staring at the painting for a long time, until her eyes became colder and colder. "Mr. Yin," the girl suddenly smiled, like a flash of brightness blooming in an instant, "You have to hide it. alright."

"Aqiu!"

"Aqiu!"

People were coming and going in the market. The fat man was carrying a vegetable basket to look around and touch his right hand. He had sneezed no less than 20 times just now.

Some vendors couldn't help but put on masks after seeing the fat man approaching.

Could it be that the doctor is thinking of me?

This was Fatty's subconscious thought, but then he was frightened by his subconscious thought, "Fuck! Why did I think of the doctor first?"

This idea was too scary. The fat man quickly picked up his little basket and walked a few steps quickly. He thought that there was a high probability that the magnetic field here was not right, which affected his thinking.

Those vendors were really scary. After the fat man walked away, they all took off their masks and started shouting loudly about their food.

After walking around for a while, Fatty first bought some shells and other small seafood, preparing to make spicy stir-fried clams, and then bought a fish at the same place.

The experience of buying fish this time was very smooth. When the boss saw that it was him, he didn't waste any time. He directly fished out a half-dead fish and said, "That's it. Don't wait for it to die. I'll sell it as if it's dead." "

The fat man was thin-skinned and thought of declining a little: "It's okay." He licked his lips, looked at the boss and said, "I can wait."

"Don't wait, or you'll stab me to death." The boss had already packed the fish while he was talking. After throwing it on the electronic scale, he handed it directly to the fat man. Then he persuaded him earnestly: "It's just a fish, no." It’s been a lot.”

"Then thank you boss."

"Come back after you eat."

The fat man was carrying a basket of green vegetables, fish and shells in his left hand, and the ribs that had been cut by the store in his right hand, as he walked back to the studio.

It was enough for a hearty meal just for him and the doctor.

The sun was setting and he had been shopping outside for a long time. It wasn't that the road was far, it was just that there were too few reasonable merchants in the market.

Either they don’t allow counter-offers, or they don’t allow you to pick and choose.

There is also a store that does not accept counterfeit money.

The fat man carefully held the fake 10 yuan given by Jiang Cheng and was trying to find a place to throw it away so as not to recirculate it and harm others.

As a result, I turned a corner and found that I was not far from the studio.

Before he reached the studio door, he saw a sports car pass by him, then slowly reverse and park firmly in a parking space in front of the studio.

Seeing this scene, the fat man immediately ran over and shouted to the sports car: "This is a private parking space. Parking is not allowed. Please find another place to park!"

Ever since Fatty first came to this place, he hadn't seen a car parked here.

Not even temporarily.

Every time Pi Ruan comes, he has to find a parking space for a long time, or let his secretary drive around in the neighborhood.

This is the rule.

The doctor told him, and the rules were probably set by the doctor.

The purpose is that he has too many things to do recently, has no energy, and is too lazy to think. In short, if the doctor says, he must do it, no one can do it.

The fat man frowned, but the passerby didn't seem to want to give him this face. After the car stopped, the scissor door on one side was raised. The next second, the fat man's pupils trembled fiercely.

He saw a woman getting out of the car.

Not just a woman, but the fat man searched for all the adjectives taught by the Chinese teacher from the kindergarten class to the middle school graduation, and finally lost.

"Fuck!" Fatty blurted out.

The woman is wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with dark eyebrows. The body wrapped in the cheongsam is curvy. If it is more, it will be plump, and if it is less, it will be thin. The hand holding the car key is like a lotus root, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. .

The long hair is simply pulled up and tied into a bun at the back of the head. A smudged Luo Yunchai is inserted into the bun just right, adding a touch of indispensable brightness to the woman.

The faint fragrance filled the surroundings, and the fat man felt as if he had returned to the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion thousands of years ago, where he was lying on the red platform high-rise, drunk and dreaming, calling for beautiful women.

It turns out that the king from now on will never be so happy as the king before his death.

The woman's features were picturesque, but there was no trace of charm in her body. The fat man couldn't even imagine what a woman would look like when she smiled, for fear that it would be heart-wrenching.

At this moment, her eyebrows were not furrowed, her eyes were unclear, and she passed by him with an indifferent expression.

To put it bluntly, the woman simply ignored the fat man who was standing there, and then walked along the steps to the studio door without knocking, and went in very naturally.

When I opened the door, I felt as if I was returning home.