Translator: CinderTL
Unconsciously, another face slowly emerged.
It was a rather pitiful figure, covered in wounds and bloodstains. As someone had mentioned, he had lost an arm and a leg.
One could say he was only half alive.
He also reminded himself to seize the opportunity.
When facing both him and Banana Wolf, the madness and brutality on that face left a deep impression on him. He naturally categorized the person with someone he had encountered before, Chen Ran.
They were the same kind of people.
Both were lunatics.
But strangely, after he successfully ambushed the person, for a brief moment, he felt an unprecedented and peculiar sensation.
He couldn't explain why.
He had never seen that face before, and even the name Wei Jinting felt unfamiliar.
This was certain; he was just an ordinary person, nothing special.
How could he possibly know such a terrifying individual?
Yet, why did he feel a sense of familiarity, even a bizarre illusion of wanting to get close to him?
When Wei Jinting played with the butterfly knife in his hand and walked towards him, the scene and the gaze felt eerily familiar.
In the darkness, Fatty curled up his body, repeatedly recalling in his mind where he had seen such a gaze before.
Deep in his mind, something like a box seemed to crack open a slit, faintly revealing the scent of blood and fire.
Fatty fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he saw a massive Bronze Door standing in a Sea of Blood that reached up to his waist. Flames flowed over the door, exuding a metallic scent.
Crows circled overhead, and twisted faces floated up and down in the Sea of Blood. Whispers filled his ears, like the murmurs of demons.
A girl in a white dress knelt before a tombstone, singing praises of the victor's achievements.
A witch in a black dress, her face smeared with dirt, was tied to a stone pillar, with bundles of firewood piled beneath her.
Amidst the sacrificial scene, the massive Bronze Door swung open, and a figure emerged from the flames. The moment Fatty saw the face, he jolted awake.
Drenched in cold sweat, sitting on the sofa bed, Fatty's heart remained unsettled for a long time.
It was actually the Doctor's face.
The sky was already faintly lit. He turned his head, instinctively looking towards the bedroom, only to find that the bedroom door was open.
Cautiously, he walked over and peeked inside, only to discover that the Doctor was not there.
"Doctor?"
Slowly walking downstairs, Fatty called out while holding onto the handrail.
For some reason, the bizarre scenes from the dream gave him a strange sense of reality.
As if all of it had truly happened.
Hearing no response, Fatty suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He immediately rushed to the bathroom and pulled open the door, but the Doctor was not there.
Turning around, he saw the Doctor sitting in front of the computer.
Letting out a long sigh, Fatty relaxed and asked, "Doctor, why are you up so early today?" He rolled up his sleeves and naturally headed to the kitchen. "I haven't cooked yet, so please wait a bit longer. I'll hurry up, and we'll eat once it's ready."
Fatty skillfully opened the fridge and took out a box of steak.
It was a gift from his buddy Pi Ruan, and it looked quite high-end.
Fatty planned to cook it to nourish the Doctor.
"Doctor," Fatty crouched down, opening a drawer, and frowned in confusion. "Where's the new kitchen knife I bought?"
He searched around the area again, but strangely, even the fruit knife from before was gone, leaving only a small, blunt dinner knife.
Fatty helplessly tested the blade and found that this knife couldn't even cut meat, let alone be lethal—it would probably take over a dozen stabs to do any real damage.
"Doctor?" Fatty couldn't help but feel puzzled. From the moment they came downstairs until now, the Doctor hadn't said a word. It was just him talking, making the situation a bit awkward.
"A knife sharpener just came by," Jiang Cheng said calmly. "I asked him to sharpen it for us."
Fatty was taken aback and couldn't help but express his surprise, "But that knife was brand new, and it was quite sharp. Also, Doctor, if you gave all the knives to him, what are we going to use to cut the steak?"
"I ordered takeout."
Looking at the steak in his hand, Fatty licked his lips, feeling a bit regretful, but he still wrapped it up and put it back in the fridge.
After freshening up, he prepared to start cleaning the room.
He carefully moved the heavy bookshelf and cleaned the gaps behind it. Wearing rubber gloves, Fatty worked with great diligence.
According to him, he had once worked in housekeeping and even won an award for being the most popular among clients.
There was a noise outside, as if a car had parked at the gate. Fatty ran over when he heard the sound. The Doctor had said that parking wasn't allowed outside the gate.
That parking spot was reserved for Boss Lin.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman standing outside.
She was wearing a light-colored cheongsam, her eyebrows as dark as ink, and her figure was perfectly accentuated by the cheongsam. In one hand, she held a small lacquered leather bag.
Her jet-black hair was simply tied up into a bun at the back of her head, with a faintly dyed Luo Yun hairpin inserted just right, adding an indescribable radiance to her beauty.
Fatty immediately straightened up, "Good day, Boss Lin!"
After looking Fatty up and down, Lin Wan'er suddenly smiled, "You've lost weight."
"Have I?" Fatty scratched his head sheepishly.
"I brought you some food, it's in the car," Lin Wan'er handed the car keys to Fatty. "There's soup, be careful not to burn yourself."
Fatty took the car keys and eagerly went to the car to fetch the food.
At the sight of Lin Wan'er, Jiang Cheng seemed to finally relax completely. He rubbed his temples, looking very tired, "I thought you'd be later."
"Why would I be?" Lin Wan'er gently placed her leather bag on Jiang Cheng's desk, her eyes sparkling. "You rarely reach out to me."
Jiang Cheng tilted his head, pointing to the side of his neck, "How about you try being gentler next time?"
"I'll do my best," Lin Wan'er smiled. She casually removed the hairpin from her head, letting her neatly tied black hair cascade down her back. Holding it between her slender, pale fingers, she exuded a breathtaking beauty.
Soon, Fatty came in carrying a pile of food containers, similar to the last time Pi Ruan had delivered them.
Staring at the feast on the table, Fatty's eyes lit up, "Boss Lin, why did you buy so much?" he said politely. "We can't possibly eat all this."
Compared to last time, Lin Wan'er's attitude this time left Fatty feeling flattered. She slowly spooned a mouthful of soup, "I didn't buy it."
Lin Wan'er's voice seemed to carry a certain enchantment, incredibly pleasant to the ear.
Fatty looked at the packaging of the food and vaguely felt that the names on them were somewhat familiar. Immediately, he remembered where he had seen them before.
It was last time.
When Pi Ruan came.
The Doctor said that Pi Ruan had bought too much breakfast and couldn't finish it all, so he begged the Doctor to help him share the burden. The Doctor reluctantly agreed.
(End of the Chapter)
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