Chapter 30 Doctor, I'm Not Sleepy at All

The man in the baseball cap seemed to be irritated. He took a few quick steps and raised his fist as if he was going to smash the door of room 404, but the man in the suit was faster. He stepped forward and grabbed him.

The man in the suit stared at the door of room 404, then quickly looked around and said in a low voice: "Go back first, it doesn't look right here."

After returning to the room, the man in the suit turned around and closed the door, and carefully locked it.

The young man in the baseball cap grabbed his hat and threw it hard on the bed. He turned around and asked in a bad tone: "Could the sound be caused by the two guys in room 404?"

There were several deep scars on the man in the baseball cap. The most exaggerated one started from the back of his head and extended to behind his ear. This was one of the reasons why he always wore a hat.

He was obviously not as young as he looked. He was about 30 years old, but he was dressed in a shabby way.

The man in the suit leaned against the wall, his face gloomy and scary. After a while, he spoke: "It shouldn't be. We just came here, and the conditions for triggering the evil ghost are not clear yet. I don't believe they dare to do such a thing," he paused, "unless they are mentally ill."

After the reminder of the man in the suit, the anger of the man in the peaked cap gradually subsided. He was not stupid to begin with, so he naturally knew that what the man in the suit said made sense.

His face gradually became unnatural, "So the friction sound was indeed not made by the player, but..." He looked at the man in the suit, and the word "ghost" in his mouth was not spoken after all.

There is an unwritten rule in the nightmare world. After the mission begins, no one is willing to mention that word unless it is necessary, as if mentioning it will bring bad luck to themselves.

"Nothing has happened so far, so don't scare yourself," the man in the suit said, "lest you lose your composure."

He unbuttoned the neat buttons on his suit and the top two buttons on his shirt, then took a deep breath and said to his companion: "Theoretically, the room 405 we chose is in the safest position. There are people living on both sides, and the name of the next room 404 is unlucky. It is very likely that a murder has happened there. So no matter what happens to them, we can get first-hand information. Just make sure we are not the first to go there."

The man in the peaked cap seemed to have thought of something when he heard this, and reminded: "We have to be careful. The thin man in 404 seems to be targeting you intentionally."

The man in the suit smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and said disdainfully: "I will pay attention, and then find a chance to keep him here forever."

Hearing what the man in the suit said, the peaked cap couldn't say anything more.

After discussing the night watch with the man in the suit, he went to bed first.

After all, whether you are energetic or not directly affects whether you can survive in a nightmare.

Room 404.

Jiang Cheng did not lie down directly after returning to the room, but sat on a chair, as if thinking about something.

Fatty felt that it was time to talk about business, so he sat up from the bed, poked his head out and said, "Doctor, do you think someone will die tonight?"

In the last villa mission, the middle-aged man died strangely on the first night. His neck was twisted 180 degrees, his toes were forward, and his face was facing backwards.

What's more terrible is that Fatty was the first to find him. At that time, he was dazed and about to go to the toilet, but he was so scared that he almost lost control of his bladder on the spot.

Now that terrifying scene still appears in his mind from time to time.

"I don't think so," Jiang Cheng thought for a few seconds and replied.

The fat man whispered, "Doctor, you said we wouldn't have a nightmare tonight, but we are still in."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared at the fat man for a while, and suddenly said, "Fatty, I suddenly remembered something very important."

"What do you want to say, doctor?" The fat man nodded naturally. It was rare to see the doctor so serious. He thought the latter might have found some important clues.

"Be careful when you sleep tonight. It's best to cover the quilt to your chin," Jiang Cheng said while gesturing with his hands, his eyes were very serious.

The fat man couldn't help but feel a little scared. He quickly scanned the surroundings and wrapped the quilt around himself. Then he asked carefully, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Cheng clapped his hands and stood up, "Because this way you can still struggle when a ghost comes to break your neck at night."

Fatty: ""

Perhaps because the trembling fat man was too pitiful, or because he had a guilty conscience, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to say that he would keep watch, let the fat man sleep first, and then wake him up when the time came, and the two would change shifts.

But the fat man shook his head and sighed, saying, "No need, doctor. The story you just told is so refreshing. When I close my eyes now, a ghost is twisting my neck. I'm not sleepy at all."

Since the fat man insisted, Jiang Cheng compromised, agreed on a time, asked the fat man to wake him up, and went to bed first.

The fat man sat on the bed and wrapped all the quilts around him. Even so, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

To be honest, as soon as he entered the dormitory building, he had a very bad premonition, as if something was wrong.

But he observed it carefully, but couldn't find where the weird feeling came from.

When Jiang Cheng said he had a premonition, the fat man actually had it in his heart too. He felt that there was a high probability that someone would die tonight.

There was no basis for it, it was purely the intuition of the fat man family.

It can be said that the neck twisting stalk took root in the fat man's heart. He changed his sitting position several times and felt unsafe.

Finally, he simply stood the pillow up and leaned against the wall. He then leaned on the pillow. With his back against the wall, he should not be broken by the ghost.

After a while, Jiang Cheng began to snore slightly.

The fat man could not help but admire Jiang Cheng. He could sleep whenever and wherever he wanted.

Compared with the clear division of labor in rooms 404 and 405, the people in room 406 were much worse.

Although there were three of them, they did not trust each other.

And there were only two beds in the room, which meant that one person would have to spend the night on the stool.

Two men and one woman, but the woman had the upper hand.

The woman looked plain, with a neat ponytail and sharp eyes like a knife.

If Jiang Cheng were here, he could probably tell from the woman's straight waist and the calluses on her knuckles and fingertips that she should be a martial artist and even had touched a gun.

But these two men did not have such ability. They could only see that the woman was not easy to mess with.

And it was definitely not the first time she had a nightmare, otherwise she wouldn't be so calm.

The woman occupied the best bed in the room, next to the wall, away from the window.

After all, you never know when a green face might appear outside the window.

The middle-aged man in the vest and the other man both had a nightmare for the first time. They sat side by side on the bed, looking uneasy.