"Don't speak out of turn," the woman said, looking at him, "or you'll die."

Chen Ran turned to leave, but as he reached a corner of the building that resembled a concert hall, he saw another door. Chen Ran caressed the doorknob, then suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, you saw him too, didn't you, Number 7?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Chen Ran said, lightly tapping his forehead and smiling. "I forgot, I should be calling you... Miss Li Lu."

...

"Waaah..."

"Okay, stop crying."

"Waaah..."

"That's enough!"

"Doctor, waaaah... you don't understand," the fatty was slumped on the floor, crying with snot and tears, his whole body trembling with the rhythm of his sobs, "I was so scared, you didn't see that big mouth, it was this big!"

"No, this big!"

He gestured with his hands, crying more miserably than a young girl who had been harassed by a thug. Jiang Cheng had already gone to the bathroom to get him another roll of paper; the last one was used up.

It was scattered all over the floor.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought there had been a major battle here.

"Doctor, couldn't you get me a pack of tissues?" the fatty sobbed, his eyes red. "At a time like this, you're still thinking about saving a few bucks, don't you think you're a little off?"

"You didn't die, did you?" Jiang Cheng said, spreading his hands. "If you don't believe me, get on the scale and see if you've lost even an ounce."

"Doctor, all you do all day is be a jerk," the fatty huddled on the floor. He realized that the doctor was just making fun of him. What bullshit about only being able to ensure one person's departure, it was all lies.

He probably laughed to death inside when he saw his silly appearance at the time.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He pointed at the doctor, his lips still trembling as he said, "You... you... you don't do anything that even resembles human!"

Jiang Cheng didn't care at all, because the fatty's words didn't hit his core interests at all.

It wasn't until the fatty threatened to throw away all the vegetables in the refrigerator and never cook for him again that Jiang Cheng's attitude improved. He ran upstairs again, and from beside his pillow, he brought the fatty half a pack of tissues.

After some back and forth, the fatty finally got up from the floor, and the two sat on the sofa to chat.

"Doctor," the fatty asked, "so being eaten by that ghost... no, no, the thing summoned by the old woman, that's how you pass?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then wouldn't we all have passed?" the fatty blinked, then seemed to remember something, "Wait, I mean, except for Liang Long."

Liang Long died in the mouths of those bizarrely resurrected stone statues.

Apart from her, everyone else was related to the old woman and the stone plate, including Su Xiaoxiao, who should also be like that.

Seven people, six survived. Isn't that a bit... too merciful?

Although the process was a bit scary.

"How is that possible?" Jiang Cheng picked up his water glass, took a big gulp, then wiped his mouth and said, "If that were the case, there would be no need to do anything, you could just stay where you are and wait to die to pass."

The fatty stared at him with a puzzled expression, obviously waiting for Jiang Cheng's explanation.

Jiang Cheng squinted and tapped his empty glass.

The fatty said angrily, "Doctor, enough already, my thing hasn't passed yet, I'm still angry!"

"Tsk," Jiang Cheng smacked his lips, and reluctantly explained, "Do you remember the sound you heard before?"

"Whale song?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Right, whale song," he smiled and continued, "Not everyone can hear it. To survive, hearing the whale song is a prerequisite. I think that without triggering the stone plate, or having deep contact with the old woman, you can't feel that ethereal whale song."

The fatty thought for a while, then immediately raised his head, but before he could open his mouth, Jiang Cheng interrupted him, "You want to say why Su An was the first to hear it, right?"

The fatty nodded directly.

"Honestly, I don't know about that," Jiang Cheng shrugged. "But who can say for sure about things in this world?"

In the fatty's eyes, the doctor was quite carefree, but as soon as he thought about this guy tricking him, his image became ugly again.

"Doctor, so that means the motorcycle girl who had the accident first, and... and Liang Long, they really died, and the people who were eaten later didn't die?"

"Don't know."

"Damn, it's really a cheap deal for that Chen Ran, if I had known..."

"Fatty."

The fatty's complaining voice stopped. He looked at Jiang Cheng and immediately knew that the latter had become serious. To be honest, the fatty was a little afraid of the serious doctor.

"Do you really think we caught him?"

The fatty slowly widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Doctor, you mean... he deliberately let you catch him?"

Jiang Cheng held the water glass in his hand. It was obviously empty, but he still didn't put it down, but slowly played with the rim of the glass.

The fatty swallowed and said cautiously, "Doctor, then he's too scary. I'm not just talking about his ability, but also his skill," he paused, and continued, "And his control over people's hearts."

"Isn't he afraid that we'll really attack him and take his life?" the fatty continued, "Although it's very likely to be met with retribution, but... but this kind of thing isn't unheard of in nightmares, we encountered it in the previous mission."

"How dare he bet on this gamble..."

"That's not important anymore," Jiang Cheng glanced out the window, "What's important is that he not only gambled, but he also won."

The fatty was already familiar with the things to pay attention to when communicating with the doctor, so after the doctor finished speaking, he immediately realized that the doctor should have already seen something.

"Doctor," he leaned over and asked cautiously, "What did you find?"

Jiang Cheng slowly withdrew his gaze, then looked into the fatty's eyes, and after a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "In such a short period of time in a nightmare, it's difficult for him to figure out our behavior habits."

The fatty's throat rolled, and he said softly, "So..."

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at him very seriously, "I suspect he knows me, even... that he has had contact with me in real life."

"No way," the fatty was stunned, "Doctor, you have such a good brain, if you had seen him, I bet you would have recognized him. You're so cunning, it's too difficult to deceive you."

"And..." the fatty rubbed his hands rather embarrassedly and said, "You also saw what that kid looks like, Doctor. He's not much different from you. If there's someone like that in real life, he'd be the center of attention wherever he goes. It's hard for you not to notice him."

"Huff—"

In the fatty's sight, Jiang Cheng leaned back and rested on the back of the sofa, "If it were during the time when I was conscious, he naturally wouldn't be able to deceive me."

"Huh?" The fatty was stunned.

"I'm missing a piece of memory," Jiang Cheng huddled in the darkness, "No matter how I think... I can't remember it."