After being stimulated by the incident in the bar, Fatty became even more diligent during this period. During the day, he was either exercising or reading Sherlock Holmes to absorb the knowledge. He would carefully mark the parts he didn't understand and even sort out the information.

A notebook.

When the fat man wasn't paying attention, Jiang Cheng secretly opened the notebook and took a look, but after flipping through a few pages, he lost all interest, curled his lips, and left. Taking advantage of his high starting point, he started eating and drinking again.

But whenever he calms down, Jiang Cheng will think about what happened during this period together. He believes that the current calm is just what he sees on the surface, but in fact the struggle has reached an extremely dangerous stage.

"Doctor." After the fat man did another set of push-ups, he climbed up from the ground with difficulty, moved his arms and said, "Did that bus forget about us? Why didn't it come to pick us up?"

Jiangcheng: "???"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said clearly." Jiang Cheng felt that the fat man was either a demon or had been replaced by a ghost.

The fat man seemed to realize the ambiguity in his words, and he explained with some embarrassment: "Don't misunderstand the doctor, I just want to solve the problem of the bus as soon as possible. We have you when we play conspiracies. We have brothers when we fight. I am now

There has been great progress. If we can get rid of the buses quickly, they... The fat man paused, raised his head and said with a smile: "The people on the bus can also go home earlier, don't you think so?"

Jiang Cheng, who originally wanted to make a fuss about the fat man's conspiratorial words, held back, and after thinking about it, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's what I said, but this matter can't be rushed.

"But I have a hunch that the car will be here soon." The fat man turned his head and looked towards the door.

Facing such a fat man, Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say, so he had to find an excuse and go back to his bedroom. After closing the door, he sat in front of the table. The letter left by Huaiyi was still hidden in the drawer of his desk.

He didn't hide it intentionally, because Fatty was a very measured person. He rarely even came into his bedroom without his permission, let alone messed with his things, so he was not worried that Fatty would see this letter.

Regarding the bus, Jiangcheng didn't have the same fear at the beginning. Wu got a lot of benefit from the supernatural incident in the bar. I heard from No. 13 that the old man who was killed by Wu in the end was the presiding judge, who was in the night watch.

He has a very high status and is a very powerful guy.

Such a guy can kill anyone, and one can imagine his current strength.

Not only did he swallow the door of the presiding judge, but he also swallowed the guy who caused the ghost movie.

Wu was the biggest winner last time.

And there is another thing that Jiang Cheng also confirmed from the reaction of No. 13, that is, the scroll between Lin Wan'er and No Deal is also a door!

And it's a very special door.

Jiang Cheng was very curious about the origin of this door, or who the previous owner of the door was, but even if he brought Wu Lai to scare No. 13, the kid would kill him without telling him, which aroused Jiang Cheng's curiosity even more.

If there is a chance in the future, he will ask Lin Wan'er face to face.

After the fat man washed up, he walked upstairs. I don't know if it was an illusion. The fat man's steps had become much lighter recently. Jiang Cheng complimented him a few times for losing weight. The fat man also laughed and said that he had also discovered that his body was now better than before.

Much stronger, especially much more flexible, and he said that this was all taught by doctors.

The night was getting darker, and Fatty was lying on the sofa, reading page after page of a horror novel.

As time passed, the two people in the studio slowly fell into sleep.

"Tick."

"Tick.

"

The alarm clock hanging on the wall sounded endlessly, until at a certain moment, suddenly, the shadow hanging on the wall suddenly opened its eyes.

After looking at the sleeping Jiang Cheng, the shadow walked towards the window, and then his body passed through the glass window strangely and merged into the boundless night.

Wu was walking slowly in a small alley not far from the studio. When he passed an old-fashioned iron trash can, he stopped and gently opened the lid of the trash can. What he saw was a man and a woman.

A corpse.

The two corpses were still warm, and they had obviously died not long ago. They still had dull expressions on their faces, as if they were not sure what happened when they were dying.

The murderer's method was very cruel. Both of them were killed with a single knife. The huge wounds turned out the skin and flesh. The man was chopped into two pieces from the waist, and the woman was split with a knife diagonally from the shoulder.

It was a very special knife. It was not sharp, but very thick. It was more like an ax when used. It needed to be swung to chop. Wu was also a master of using knives. Such wounds could be seen at a glance.

"Jie Jie Jie

There was a burst of rough laughter from behind, and a black-faced man with a knife on his back appeared from behind the corner, "Not bad, his nose is very good, this couple of bitches are determined to collide with the knife master."

, Master Dao was kind-hearted, so he sent them to make a pair of mandarin ducks." Dao Demon chuckled and said, "But I'm afraid it will be in the next life."

Wu looked at him, frowning slightly, as if he couldn't understand.

But this scene changed in the eyes of the sword demon, "What's the matter? I was so frightened when I saw Mr. Dao that I couldn't pull out the knife?" The sword demon took off the ghost-headed sword from behind and pointed the blade at Wu, "I

I heard you are very good at fighting!'

"Don't worry, after I kill you, I will take away your knife." As if he had seen the scene where he picked up the knife and cut Wu in half, the blood in the sword demon's whole body was boiling, and his whole body was filled with blood.

Every cell in his body felt comfortable, "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Dao, I also have a habit. I will collect the weapons of the enemies I have killed, and then carve my name on them, Dao Demon!"

"This is only for the winner." Dao Mo took a deep breath, put on an extremely exaggerated smile, and his eyes bulged strangely, "I hope... you don't make me feel too bored, Master Dao."

"Draw the sword!"

Wu tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then pulled out a slender knife from the shadow. The knife was hidden in the scabbard. He alternated his left and right hands and slowly pulled the knife out of the sheath. The light of the knife was as clear as water.

The sword demon's eyes were straightened, and he wished he could take this sword as his own right away.

After Wu looked him up and down for a few seconds, he put the sword back into the shadow in the next second, leaving only the scabbard in his right hand. He then raised his left hand and waved to the sword demon.

Sword Demon: “???’

Without thinking for a moment, he tentatively moved the scabbard to his left hand that he was not used to. This time he raised his right hand and waved to the sword demon.

"You are looking for death!" The sword demon's eyes widened, and he rushed forward in anger, slashing down the pocket with his sword. The sword was powerful and heavy, leaving afterimages in the air. Not to mention that there was a person in front of him.
Chapter completed!