At night, Jiang Cheng rarely had a good sleep. What happened during this period left him mentally and physically exhausted, and he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
But the fat man sleeping outside the bedroom had insomnia.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was Wang Qi's face. He was dead, but his consciousness was still trapped on that weird bus.
Raising his arm, the safety buckle was put on his wrist. His vision gradually blurred. Through the small hole in the middle of the safety buckle, he seemed to see Wang Qi standing alone on the bus, leaving only a back figure. The car is getting further and further away from me.
No matter how he chased and shouted from behind, Wang Qi never looked back.
"Even if that broken car is dismantled, I will take you home." The fat man clenched the safety buckle tightly, and his fists as big as sandbags clenched loudly.
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Early the next morning, the fat man tiptoed downstairs, went out to buy breakfast, and then went upstairs to ask the doctor to come down to eat.
"Doctor, you can just have a bite today. The breakfast street at the entrance of the alley behind is closed. I walked a long way before I found a shop that sells breakfast." The fat man took a sip of soy milk and said, "This shop tastes good." It's a bit unreasonable to be true.
"Sealed?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Yes, I saw that there are police officers on duty nearby, and the entrance to the alley has been cordoned off. It should be for rectification." Fatty introduced: "By the way, you remember the shopping mall next to it, right? It’s closed, and I saw a sign outside saying it was going to be renovated.”
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. He knew that shopping mall, called Julong Shopping Mall, was average in size, but its popularity had always been good.
There is a nice cafe not far from the studio, and sometimes clients who are inconvenient to visit will arrange to meet there.
But the strange thing is that he remembered that the shopping mall had just been renovated last year, so why did it need to be renovated again?
And it’s the peak season now. If you choose this time to decorate, does that mean you’re not doing business?
"Doctor, you haven't eaten enough, are you? Here, here are the tea eggs. I left late today, and there is only one tea egg left at his house." The fat man said unwillingly.
After being interrupted by the fat man, Jiang Cheng simply stopped thinking about it. His own affairs were already a headache enough.
When Jiang Cheng saw the dark circles under the fat man's eyes, he knew that the fat man must have been thinking wildly last night. It was either Wang Qi or Pi Ruan, so he didn't get a good rest.
"There's nothing to do today. I'll postpone the previous appointments. You go upstairs and have a good rest." After a pause, Jiang Cheng put the freshly peeled tea eggs in front of the fat man. "I'll sort out clues at home today. You Rest assured, I'll call you if anything happens."
Jiang Cheng was about to say that you don't need to cook lunch and I'll order takeout, but he was worried that the fat man would think of Pi Ruan who often delivered food to them, so he changed the subject and said, "I'll arrange lunch."
Unexpectedly, the fat man raised his head very uncooperatively and stared at him with a suspicious look on his face, "Doctor, do you want to cook?"
"What are you talking about? I used to cook for myself every day when I was alone." Jiang Cheng shouted dissatisfied, "I can also cook!"
"Stir-fried instant noodles with seasoning packets are not stir-fried," the fat man reminded.
Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to grab the tea egg in front of the fat man, "Give me back the tea egg, you don't deserve it."
The fat man moved much faster than Jiang Cheng, and took away the tea eggs in one go. He grinned and said, "Doctor, it's very difficult to take advantage of you. If I can eat the tea eggs you peeled, I can rest in peace even if I die." ."
It was originally a joke, but when the fat man saw Jiang Cheng's otherwise good face, his face darkened instantly.
Before he could react, his collar was grabbed and a huge force pulled him over, causing the tea eggs to fall to the ground.
Jiang Cheng grabbed his collar with both hands, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, "You stupid thing! You are not dead, what nonsense are you talking about!"
The fat man was so frightened by this scene that his lips turned white and he was trembling, unable to say a word.
"Next time you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth open!" Jiang Cheng gave him a hard slap, and the fat man staggered back several steps, hit the sofa, and almost fell down.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
The fat man's mind went blank, his two sausage-like legs were trembling, and he subconsciously walked towards the door.
"Idiot! Get out of here!" A plate flew over and hit the fat man's feet, splintering pieces everywhere. Jiang Cheng yelled at him, with veins on his forehead stretched out, pointing to the stairs and saying, "Get out of there, get out of here!" I'll go upstairs, don't let me see that face of yours! I'm annoyed by the sight of you!"
The fat man immediately turned around and rolled upstairs. From beginning to end, he didn't dare to say "no" from his mouth.
In fact, when he came upstairs, the fat man was sitting alone on the sofa, shaking, and his head was still confused until now.
He was just joking, it was like this before.
But for some reason, the doctor was so furious this time that he almost thought the doctor was going to kill him.
There was an eerie silence in the studio. Jiang Cheng was sitting alone on the sofa. There were still pieces of plates on the floor, as well as the tea egg that he didn't know what he had done in his previous life.
The tea egg fell to the ground, the white egg white broke and the yolk inside shattered all over the floor.
Jiang Cheng lowered his head and sat alone on the sofa, hunched over and covering his face with both hands. He was trembling uncontrollably with slight sobs.
I don't know how long it took before there was a sound of cautious footsteps coming from the stairs, and a big head sneakily poked out from the corner, "Doctor, are you... are you angry?"
Jiang Cheng, who had already cleaned up the scene, was sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard without looking at him.
The fat man was asking for trouble, so he thought it would be better to talk things over quickly, otherwise he would be scolded if something went wrong later. The doctor's mood seemed to be unstable recently, "Doctor." The fat man stretched out his phone and shook it, "Brother Huaiyi He sent me a message just now, saying he wanted to see us if he had anything to do."
After a pause, he quickly explained: "Brother Huaiyi's first thought was to find you, the doctor, but when he sent you a message, you didn't reply to him, so he thought of me."
"Did you say something?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and glanced at the fat man.
With a normal conditioned reflex, the fat man stood up straight immediately, "No, he just said it was urgent. I think it is something more important and it is not convenient to talk on the phone."
Jiang Cheng walked to the sofa, where his cell phone was left, muted yet.
Sure enough, a message came in 10 minutes ago.
It's Huaiyi.
After clicking on it, there was only a short line of words inside: "Brother Jiang, there is something urgent, please come back quickly."
The shorter the message, the more urgent the matter. Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and immediately sent a message back to Huaiyi, who responded almost instantly.
Knowing that there were some things that were not convenient to talk over the phone, Jiang Cheng didn't want to leave the studio too far, so he designated a nearby teahouse and said he would meet there in an hour.