Nightmare Attack

After placing the remaining seafood properly, the fat man washed his hands, shook them, walked out of the kitchen, and sat on the sofa opposite Jiang Cheng.

"Doctor," the fat man said hesitantly, "Are you not busy now?"

Jiang Cheng was half lying on a chair, holding a toothpick in one hand while picking his teeth, and scrolling through a short video with the other hand. The young lady in it was singing and dancing so hard that his face turned rosy.

"They are taking a nap at this time, so the phone call cannot be reached," he said perfunctorily.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to react. He hurriedly explained: "Doctor, you misunderstood. I'm not asking about the rich sisters. I want to ask about something related to the mission."

When Jiang Cheng heard the word mission, he still showed the most basic respect.

After thinking for a while, he turned off his phone and put it on the table.

After the fat man saw it, he also acted very formal.

He sat upright and leaned forward slightly. "Doctor, it's the same question as before." After a pause, he continued: "What does that clue refer to? Who does it belong to?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his head, and his gaze towards Fatty also changed slightly. When Fatty was stared at by this gaze, his first reaction was to avoid it subconsciously.

It's like worrying about what the other party will find out.

"Go on."

Jiang Cheng raised his chin slightly, seemingly interested, and his index finger that was tapping the table stopped.

Pursing his lips, the fat man seemed to have made a lot of determination, and his voice became deeper, "I think since Zhang Yinyin will search the body of the cheongsam woman, the so-called clues should be tangible things, not just messages. What."

"And we had just entered the mission at that time, so the clues could not have been found during the mission. They must have been brought with us before coming."

He continued his analysis: "The size of that thing will not be large, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Zhang Yinyin had to untie the cheongsam for a search. Things that can be hidden in a close-fitting cheongsam are either very small, or"

The fat man suddenly stopped talking and looked at Jiang Cheng with a complicated expression, his eyes becoming strange.

"Either it's very thin," Jiang Cheng took the words naturally. He leaned back and half of his body was nestled in the comfortable office chair.

From the fat man's perspective, half of the doctor's face was hidden in shadow.

"For example," he stretched out his hand and gestured, "it's almost as thin as a piece of newspaper."

Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank.

really

Although he is not smart, he is not stupid either.

Due to the high level of tension during the mission, it was not clear whether his life could be saved, so he naturally had no time to think about anything else.

Some oddities were ignored.

But after leaving the mission, especially after being woken up by a nightmare this morning, when he reviewed the mission in his mind, those weird doubts popped up one after another.

Fatty admitted that Jiang Cheng was very resourceful, but his performance in this mission was still a bit too outstanding.

Not only is the rhythm control very precise, but it can also be said to be an all-round dimension-reducing blow to teammates.

He could see that several people including Zhang Yinyin, Yu Wen, Zhen Jianren, and Luo Yi were all very difficult characters, but in the end, they were all dead.

But the doctor who was carrying himself as a dragster was unscathed.

It turns out that it's not these people who have clues, but the doctor.

The clue is the newspaper Chen Xiaomeng gave to the doctor.

Of course, Fatty still doesn't believe that Chen Xiaomeng delivered the newspaper. Jiang Cheng is just telling the truth.

"Doctor," the fat man was stunned for a while before he asked, "did you already know that the newspaper was a clue?"

Jiang Cheng picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. What he said made Fatty think, "If I had known earlier, do you think I would still carry that newspaper with me?"

The fat man frowned and spoke after a few seconds: "So" he said in a long voice, "we were involved in the mission this time because of that newspaper?"

Fatty always had doubts about their second involvement in the mission.

What is certain now is that even the most terrifying nightmare will leave a way out for players who enter.

Mortality is not allowed in nightmares.

This is the rule.

But the reality is that in less than 24 hours, they were involved in the nightmare again during their second night's sleep.

All of this is contrary to the premise that within the mission rules, a fatal situation is not allowed.

Although the injuries on the body will recover after each mission, the energy consumed cannot be replenished.

They were equivalent to experiencing high-intensity brainstorming for days and nights, taking a break of less than a day, and then being thrown into the next brainstorming session.

What's even more frightening is that the price for failing the game is death.

In reality, it disappears strangely.

No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot survive the constant torment of nightmares and lack of adequate rest.

Even Jiangcheng.

Fatty didn't think he could survive the third mission safely in his current state.

"That newspaper is the key to this mission," Jiang Cheng's voice sounded flat and cold. Fatty rarely saw Jiang Cheng like this.

After putting away his usual banter, his face gave Fatty a completely unfamiliar feeling, causing him to sit up straight without realizing it. Huge pressure surged in like a tide, making Fatty unable to breathe.

"Chen Xiaomeng." The fat man blushed and his breath became turbulent, "So that newspaper was the reward from the last mission, and Chen Xiaomeng got it."

It's been a long time since he heard Jiang Cheng's answer, but Fatty knew what he said was right.

The next thing became simple. Jiang Cheng, who was also a newcomer, didn't know the role of the newspaper, so he put it away close to his body and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally hit it and started a new round of nightmare.

Just like Jiang Cheng said, that newspaper is a key.

But unlike the first time when they were passively involved in the nightmare, this time they made the active choice.

To a certain extent, holding the "key" in your hand gives you the initiative to enter the nightmare.

Although the fat man thinks too much, it's strange to say that thoughts are a strange thing. Once one point is connected, the rest will be solved easily, and it only takes about ten seconds.

"Doctor," the fat man raised his head, pursed his lips, and lowered his voice and asked, "When did you realize this?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said calmly: "What point?"

"That's the clue." The fat man's throat rolled unconsciously, and he whispered: "The clue is not in their hands, but in your hand, it's that newspaper."

Jiang Cheng leaned back on his chair and seemed to think seriously for a while before speaking, "Probably that night when he discovered that there was a ghost sneaking into our midst."

"Luo Yi?" Fatty recalled the scene at that time.