Not only Fatty, but also Jiang Cheng was shocked by Wu's attitude. He didn't know why he was fine just now, but suddenly he seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.
But Wu's words aroused Fatty's curiosity. Compared with doctors, Wu's brother was definitely more powerful in combat. If he could get Wu's guidance, he would make faster progress.
So Fatty imitated the moves of martial arts masters in movies before sparring, clasping his hands into fists, staring at Wu's face, and said very formally: "Then... I'm offended."
Before Fatty could brew his emotions, Wu took the lead.
The scabbard in his hand was slashed diagonally.
Although it was just a scabbard, not a knife, Jiang Cheng and Fatty, who had seen no fighting, both knew that it was this scabbard that stabbed the watchman to death in the last mission.
He didn't dare to neglect, Wu's movements were much faster than the doctor's, the fat man immediately turned sideways, and the scabbard slipped against his clothes. If he was a step too late, he would be hit.
At this moment, the fat man's heart was suddenly covered by a complex emotion, and he actually felt strange from Wu's body.
Maybe...Brother Wu was not joking, he was indeed serious.
Under Wu's offensive, Fatty had no chance to fight back. After a few moves, Fatty's situation was very bad. There were dangers every time. If it weren't for his flexibility, he would have fallen down by now.
Jiang Cheng watched anxiously. If this continues, Fatty will definitely get hurt.
He wanted to stop Wu, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Wu retracted the scabbard, turned the chop into a stab, and headed straight for the fat man's chest.
Whether judging from Wu's speed or the position of the fat man's body, Jiang Cheng could conclude that he was absolutely unable to dodge this time.
But the next second, a shocking scene appeared. The scabbard seemed to be disturbed by a mysterious force. It actually moved a few centimeters to the right out of thin air. With the fat man's own flexibility, he managed to avoid it. This knife.
The scabbard grazed the fat man's body without hurting him at all.
Just when Fatty wanted to continue to dodge Wu's next attack, Wu retracted the scabbard, retreated at the same time, and inserted the knife into the scabbard again.
The fat man was sweating profusely and dressed roughly. He looked at Wu with some surprise, "No... no more practice?"
"No more practice." Wu looked at the fat man calmly, and after a moment, added: "You performed very well, you are much better than this guy, keep working hard."
Naturally, he understood that the guy Wu said was a doctor, but what really surprised Fatty was the difference in Wu's attitude before and after, and... the last words he said to himself, keep working hard.
He had the impression that Wu Wu would not say such a thing.
"Not bad, not bad. He is indeed much better than me." Jiang Cheng also echoed Wu's words, with a smile of approval on his face. He took a step forward, seemingly wanting to step forward and pat the fat man on the shoulder, but Finally, for some unknown reason, I gave up.
After Wu Chu tested Fatty, he changed into his shadow form, returned to the wall, and finally disappeared.
"Brother Wu is really powerful, doctor. In fact, I thought I couldn't avoid the knife just now." The fat man stared at his chest and asked with lingering fear: "Do you think...Brother Wu secretly let go and didn't want to embarrass me?"
Jiang Cheng had a smile on his face, "That's definitely the case. Wuta looks fierce, but he's actually very kind at heart."
"Brother Wu is a good man. If it weren't for him, we would have died on that bus." Thinking of these little moments, Fatty felt grateful to everyone who had helped him. Heart.
But what he didn't notice was that the doctor was looking at him in a different way, and there was a hint of indescribable vigilance in his eyes.
The smile on his face also seemed to be painted on. After looking at it for a long time, it actually seemed a little fake.
"Fat man." Jiang Cheng pretended to be casual and asked, "What are you going to do later?"
The fat man came back to his senses, walked a few steps quickly, and found a small book from under a pair of boxing gloves. When he opened it, there were lines of words in it. These were the study and exercise plans made by the fat man.
The thicker finger moved down, finally stopping on a line of words. The fat man raised his head seriously and looked at Jiang Cheng, "According to today's plan, we will read Sherlock Holmes next and learn how to collect clues, as well as tracking and countermeasures." track."
Jiang Cheng nodded, "Very good, what about finishing these?"
"Watch a horror movie next." At this point, the fat man showed a troubled expression, "Doctor, although there was something wrong with the movie I found last time, I don't think normal people would be so unlucky. That kind of thing can happen in a lifetime. Touching it once is enough.”
"I think so. Then you should work first. I'm tired. Let's go up and take a nap." Jiang Cheng turned around and went upstairs.
The fat man watched Jiang Cheng leave, feeling the tone of Jiang Cheng's words and his attitude towards him. The fat man always felt a little strange. Although the doctor did not attack his plan in the past, he always had an attitude of just as long as you like him. , I have never been like this, not only supporting him, but also praising him with a good attitude.
"What's going on?" Fatty frowned, "Why is everyone acting weird today?"
When Jiang Cheng returned to the bedroom, he seemed to have changed in an instant. He leaned against the door, breathing heavily, and there was even cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Outside...no, something was obviously wrong with the fat man downstairs.
The fat man was transferred.
That guy downstairs... is a ghost!
He could clearly see that at the moment when Wu's scabbard was about to stab his chest, a force distorted the trajectory of the scabbard and helped him avoid the knife.
Wuya must have sensed something was wrong, otherwise he would never test him and want to spar with him.
The question now is when was the fat man transferred?
What is the origin of that ghost below?
And, most importantly, where is the real fat man now? Dead or alive?
Jiang Cheng's whole body trembled at the thought that something might have happened to Fatty. He didn't know and didn't dare to think about what he would do if it was confirmed that Fatty had been killed.
After a moment, a black shadow walked out from the wall, and Wu stood in front of him.
"There is something on him." Wu's voice was cold, "It's something that doesn't belong to him. It was the same thing just now that helped him avoid my blow."
"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng paid attention to the movement outside and kept his voice low.
"During your discussion just now, I noticed the existence of that thing, so I tried to test it." Wu's words were concise and concise. From Wu's expression, Jiang Cheng knew that this matter was not simple.
"What is that?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Wu was silent for a while, and finally shook his head.
"Even you don't know..." Jiang Cheng took a deep breath.
Wu raised his head and stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, as if making judgment. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Cheng's chest, "That thing smells like you."
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