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  Jiang g sighed theatrically. “I didn’t uand at first either, but now that I think about it, she might have a mild case of Sto syndrome, also known as the hostage plex, so I think...”

  Fatty felt a sudden jolt in his heart. “What do you mean?”

  “I think she might be into me,” Jiang g said with a bit of helplessness.

  Fatty: "..."

  After waiting for a while and realizing Fatty hadn’t said anything, Jiang g turned his head and asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

  Fatty took a deep breath, “Let me calm down first.”

  Just as Jiang g was eagerly about to analyze how Xiaomeng’s feelings for him weren’t just because he was handsome, his stomach let out an uional “grumble.”

  Fatty immediately perked up and asked if Jiang g was hungry, to make some food.

  Remembering Fatty’s det cooking skills during their mission, Jiang g nodded and poioward the kit. Fatty dashed off as if fleeing.

  People often say that psychiatrists areirely mentally sound, and now Fatty finally believed it.

  Jiang g rarely cooked, and his fridge was mostly stocked with frozen foods. In the er, there was even a box of "Kang Shuaifu" instant noodles, bought during a supermarket sale.

  After half an hour of effort, Fatty mao throw together two dishes.

  There wasn’t any main course, so he opened a few packs of instant noodles and stir-fried them. Once served, Jiang g quickly devoured more than half of the meal on his own.

  “Doctor,” Fatty said after taking a bite of noodles and putting down his bowl, “Do you live here alone?”

  Jiang g picked up the st bits of food from the pte, shoveled them into his mouth, and wiped his mouth with a tissue. Nodding, he said, “Most of the time, yes, and I don’t pn on taking anyone in.”

  Fatty looked crestfallen. “Doctor, don’t be like that. I may not be as wise or as handsome as you, but I’ve done all sorts of jobs. I could definitely help out.”

  Jiang g g the empty bowls oable as if seriously sidering it, but didn’t respht away.

  Fatty thought he saportunity and became excited. “Doctor, you don’t have to decide right away. Just think about it. I’m really useful!”

  “We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Jiang g said, stretg his slightly stiff neck. “I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

  Fatty quickly ed up the dishes and took them to the kit, and the sound of running water came as he washed up. “Doctor, you go to bed first. I’ll just sleep on the couch for the night.”

  But when Fatty finished washing the dishes and walked out of the kit, shaking the water from his hands, he found Jiang g sitting on the sofa, unmoving.

  “Doctor,” Fatty asked, puzzled, “Is something wrong?”

  Jiang g looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow, “You should sleep upstairs too. I’m afraid of the dark.”

  Fatty froze and immediately seemed to think of something unpleasant. He panicked, “Doctor, I’m not that kind of easy person!”

  “You’re not?”

  Fatty thought for a moment and firmly decred, “Absolutely not!”

  “Alright then,” Jiang g replied naturally, standing up without the slightest sign of insistence. He walked toward the stairs and started climbing. As his figure was about to disappear, he paused and looked back at Fatty. “Be careful tonight,” he said, pointing to the opposite wall. “In my dream, there’s a door that appears right there. And unlike you, I didn’t walk through it myself; I was dragged in by a giant ghostly hand that reached out from inside.”

  With that, Jiang g turned a upstairs without looking back.

  After Jiang g left, Fatty sat alone on the sofa, staring at the wall, feeliless.

  He couldn’t tell if Jiang g was serious. This was someone who didn’t py by the rules, but in some sense, he was trustworthy—at least he had brought Fatty out of the nightmare world alive.

  Every time Fatty closed his eyes, he imagihat iron door appearing again, followed by a giant, cwed ghost hand reag out.

  Pale-faced, Fatty sted less than five minutes downstairs before he ran up the stairs, where he found Jiang g leaning against the stair railing, apparently waiting for him.

  Before Fatty could speak, Jiang g said, “You sleep in the living room. I’ll sleep inside.”

  Fatty followed Jiang g’s gaze and saw a door, separating a small living room from what was likely the bedroom.

  “Doctor,” Fatty said righteously, “If you’re really afraid of the dark, I sider squeezing in with you.”

  Lying otress, Jiang g wasn’t very sleepy. He half-closed his eyes, staring at the empty ceiling, while ses from the nightmare kept repying in his mind.

  Fatty was in the living room. He had suggested not closing the door so they could look out for each other.

  But Jiang g didn’t feel the need for such care, so he politely deed. Not only did he close the door as usual, but he also locked it.

  Leaving a stranger downstairs made him uneasy, so Fatty had to stay upstairs.

  Recalling the ret events, Jiang g naturally thought of the missing Hu Yan, and her sister who had disappeared before her.

  Their disappearances were likely ected to this so-called nightmare.

  Acc to Fan Li, those who died in the nightmare were simply “missing” in the real world.

  Mysterious, unexpinable disappearances.

  Hu Yan’s missing person notice clearly stated that she vae at night, wearing light pink silk pajamas when it happened.

  Even her husband, who had been sleeping right o her, didn’t notice a thing.

  The middle-aged man who had died first during the nightmare mission had once asked how to escape the nightmare entirely. Fan Li had dismissed him for asking such a foolish question.

  But Jiang g believed there must be a way out of the nightmare. It’s just that people like Fan Li, or that middle-aged maher didn’t know or weren’t willing to share the secret.

  As he pohis, sleep gradually overtook him. Jiang g didn’t resist it a himself drift off.

  His physical strength, drained by the nightmare, had returned ohe nightmare ended, but his mental exhaustion remaihis time, he slept deeply.

  Half-awake, he heard a g sound, like someone hammering nails or doing renovations nearby. The floor even seemed to vibrate slightly.

  He turned over, curled up, pulled the b over his head, a back to sleep.

  What finally forced him to open his eyes was a kno the door.

  “Doctor,” Fatty’s loud voice came from outside the bedroom door, “Are you awake?”

  After getting up, Jiang g quickly tidied himself up and opehe door.

  The living room outside was empty, with no sign of Fatty. Jiang g walked downstairs.

  His phone showed that it was already 11 a.m. He hadn’t expected to sleep until noon, and his head still felt a little groggy.

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