Nightmare Attack

The meal was very rich, perhaps because of the lack of money, Jiang Cheng brought out all the dishes he could bring out.

There was a braised leg press in Jiang Cheng's mouth, crayfish was still in his hand, and the shrimp shells on the plate were piled like a hill, "Fatty, you can eat a little anyway."

The fat man sighed, he had nothing to do with Jiang Cheng.

But he couldn't eat Big Fish and Meat anymore. He picked up a piece of tortilla with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to chew slowly.

"Doctor," he asked in a low voice, looking around, "You said...is this the real world?"

These words seemed to be held in the fat man’s heart for a long time. He didn’t say it until now. He pursed his lips and continued: “You have to say it’s not. Everyone here feels extremely real to me. Same as the world we are in, but..."

"But if we say yes, our world won't be in such a situation for no reason," Jiang Cheng said, spitting out the bones in his mouth.

"Yes."

Taking out the free tissues and wiping his hands, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man, "I also thought about this problem before. If the nature of nightmares is the reversal of time and space, then every time we open the door, the place we came to should be the same person. Really experienced."

The fat man seemed to understand but not understand, and asked in confusion, "What do you want to say, doctor?"

"If all this is in the past, then we can't change the result at all. In other words, whether we come or not will have no impact on the world."

"I don't quite understand what you said..."

The fat man was interrupted by Jiang Cheng before he finished speaking. He stared in the direction of the door, where the night was thick.

"But we changed this place, didn't we? Look around, how could such a scene appear in the real world, here..." He paused, and his voice changed, "It's like it was prepared for us. ."

Fatty's pupils slowly tightened, "You mean this is the world prepared for us alone?"

"I don't know. The evidence I have so far is not enough to support my inference. Everything now is speculation."

Jiang Cheng pulled out two clean tissues, folded them, and put them into his jacket pocket.

The action is rigorous and meticulous.

Now the man in front of him gave the fat man a completely different feeling, he was like a precision machine.

Every gear, every bearing, every most basic component is on its own track, working perfectly.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said suddenly, the fascinated fatty clever.

"You mean doctor," the fat man nodded repeatedly, "I'm listening."

"Have you ever thought about... the outside world?" Jiang Cheng stared at the door, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"outside world?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng turned his gaze back, and there were more things in his eyes that the fat man couldn't understand, "It's outside this school, not just the street across the street, that cafe, I'm talking about... .Further away."

"There...what will it look like?"

The fat man didn't even think of the words Jiang Cheng said, and he finally realized that he and Jiang Cheng...no, it was the biggest difference between them and Jiang Cheng.

Most people are just thinking about how to survive this mission, and they will not hesitate to plan for this.

In order to survive the mission, they have tried their best.

But Jiang Cheng's layout had already detached from the mission itself. He was thinking about something that was sunk in deep water, a deeper level.

For example, the nightmare, and the rules in the mission given by the nightmare.

The real rules.

He is a very honest person, no matter in life or work, he is responsible for his duties, earning the money he should earn, without conceiving, nor extravagant hopes.

But he is not stupid. It is undeniable that Jiang Cheng's words opened a new door for him.

"I don't know," the fat man lowered his head in shame, answered honestly, then shook his head and whispered: "I never thought about it."

The atmosphere became a bit subtle for a while...

"Drip, drip, drip."

The fat man bowed his head and heard the sound of a key press.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng suspiciously.

I found that the latter had been sitting upright, holding a mobile phone in his right hand, dialing a number.

The dishes and bowls on the dining table were all set aside, and a piece of paper was spread on them.

The paper should have been torn from something, and there were still jagged gaps in the corners.

Look carefully, there are densely recorded names of people on it, and there are corresponding phone numbers at the back.

The fat man slowly widened his eyes, "This is..."

He recognized the texture of the paper, which was very similar to the souvenir book they found in the archives, with the oily frosted texture.

Putting the phone to his ear, Jiang Cheng was silent, and the fat man couldn't help holding his breath.

This time Jiang Cheng still didn't speak first, but the fat man gradually discovered that as the call continued, Jiang Cheng's expression slowly changed.

But even if he was anxious, he did not dare to interrupt Jiang Cheng.

Facts have proved that although the latter is sometimes unreliable, sometimes it is surprisingly reliable.

At least, most of the reason why he is still alive and kicking with his current body of more than 200 kilograms is due to Jiang Cheng.

After a while, Jiang Cheng turned off the phone and stuffed it back in the pocket he took out.

Then he put away the paper in front of him.

"Doctor," the fat man swallowed and spit, "what did the other side say?"

Jiang Cheng stood up and carried the camera bag on his back.

The fat man was stunned for a moment.

how come?

He didn't deliberately calculate the time it took Jiang Cheng to answer the call, but it definitely exceeded one minute.

Didn't get through... Does it take so long?

Although he was puzzled, the fat man still murmured vaguely.

He wisely did not choose to talk too much.

Since Jiang Cheng said so, there must be his reasons, and after contacting him during this period of time, he also had the most basic trust in the latter.

Even if Jiang Cheng sometimes short-circuited his head suddenly, he said some inexplicable things like being the number one player in the night shift.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that trust is a comical goodwill.

The fat man agreed.

"Let's go," Jiang Cheng packed up everything on his body, and after nothing was missing, he walked outside the door first.

The fat man slowed a step, and finally chased him out. "Doctor," he said hurriedly, "Are we going back to the dormitory?"

"No," Jiang Cheng stood in front of the cafeteria, simply distinguished the direction, pointed to one side and said: "Go here, let's go to the equipment center."

After a pause, the fat man's face became very ugly, "But... it's dark now, let's go now..."

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng turned his head, staring into Fatty's eyes very seriously, "have you seen a student since we left the file room?"

The fat man thought about it, his throat rolled uncontrollably, "No."

"Do you know why?"

Looking at Jiang Cheng's expression~www.wuxiamtl.com~ an unknown premonition appeared in the fat man's heart, and he trembled and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the night above his head.

The sky was thick like a cloud of ink that couldn't be fainted, there was no moon, and there were no stars.

"Because... the sky won't light up again." Jiang Cheng said.

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