Nightmare Attack

It was the driver just now.

He is Qin Dongguo.

The person who was supposed to be missing.

There is also the taxi that took them just now. According to Pi Ruan, that car is still being used as evidence and is in the hands of the police trace inspection team. How could it appear here.

It happened to pick them up.

Coincidence?

His body was shaking uncontrollably, and the fat man's teeth were chattering. What just happened was much more terrifying than a nightmare, not because of anything else, but because this was reality.

It is their real world!

Rather than the strange time and space behind the black iron door that would only be pushed open when one was asleep.

He had a strange feeling that he didn't know whether it could be called a premonition. The barrier between dreams and reality seemed to be being eroded by something.

The lines between the two are becoming increasingly blurred.

Without restrictions, the result of allowing it to develop is that one day, those ghosts in nightmares will come to the world.

Just like what happened just now.

He couldn't imagine it at all, he didn't dare, and he forced himself not to think about it.

If the doctor didn't stop, but let the "person" named Qin Dongguo keep driving, following that car that they didn't even know existed in this time and space, what kind of place would they eventually arrive at? place.

Will there also be a dark door standing at the end?

Or is there an unknown hidden above their consciousness.

He still remembered the feeling of being in that car.

It's like being in an ice cellar, the sunlight has lost its warmth.

That's not how the world should feel.

The words the middle-aged man said to the doctor suddenly appeared in the fat man's mind at this moment, like a needle piercing directly from the back of his head, cold, sudden, but extremely clear.

It was as clear as if the middle-aged man was standing in front of him at this moment.

"There is also the last handful of people," the middle-aged man said: "They account for such a small proportion that we almost ignored it at first."

"They will be selected by Crimson," leaning forward, the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice: "Selected to invade this world."

The fat man's throat rolled hard several times, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he chose to close his mouth.

Across the way, the doctor had already picked up his cell phone.

"Shut your mouth," the doctor said in a calm tone the moment he answered the phone: "Send a car to pick us up immediately. I have already sent you the location." He paused and continued: " Come in person, if I don’t see you in the car, all previous agreements will be void.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone.

He seemed to have no intention of listening to what was being said.

At this moment, the fat man wisely kept his mouth shut, because the doctor was obviously in a bad mood. In his impression, he had almost never seen a doctor like this.

Especially he knew who the doctor's phone call was.

That middle-aged man.

Brought by Chen Xiaomeng.

In less than 20 minutes, or even less, an inconspicuous black car suddenly stopped in front of them. The driver was obviously very good at driving, and the car was parked in the perfect position.

Jiang Cheng took a step forward, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he opened the rear door. But just as he was about to sit in, he suddenly paused, and then he felt uncomfortable all over.

He swallowed, and his face became ugly. Of course, there was more fear and the inevitable embarrassment.

Sitting in the back seat was a girl wearing a baseball uniform, a baseball cap, and a neat ponytail on the back of her head.

The girl crossed her legs and lowered her eyes as soon as she withdrew her gaze from Jiang Cheng, who got on the car first, and fell on him. A pair of sharp arrow-like eyes looked at him up and down, as if she wanted to dismantle him.

Lifting her lips, Xia Meng patted the seat next to her symbolically, revealing the sharp fangs at the corners of her mouth, which seemed to reflect a cold light in the fat man's eyes.

"Come on," she said with a smile, "you damn fat man."

The fat man's throat rolled violently. He looked at the doctor as if asking for help, but the latter's attention was obviously not on him. In the end, he had no choice but to get into the thief's car.

But he very wisely huddled on the edge of the car door, trying not to have any substantial contact with Xia Meng.

The same goes for the eyes.

But Xia Meng came over very enthusiastically. She pulled out a rope from behind her, which was the same rope she bought from the driver.

It was seized by the police as evidence not long ago, but now it is back in her hands.

When she came, she had an agreement with Uncle Gong that Jiang Cheng was useful and could not be moved for the time being, but this damn fat man was not within the scope of the agreement. After all, the fat man had done something to threaten her back then.

She touched the fat man's arm very unceremoniously, and the latter was so frightened that he immediately moved away. Then Nuo's body was pressed tightly against the car door, with a look of determination that if you touch me again, I will jump out of the car.

The interest on Xia Meng's face became even higher.

Just as she thought about it and her eyes gradually curved slightly like a fox, Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly came from the passenger seat. He hadn't said a word since he got in the car.

So does the middle-aged man driving the car.

The two of them were as silent as two logs.

"Those guys who are eyeing you," Jiang Cheng said, "are looking for me too."

Hearing this, the amusement on Xia Meng's face instantly disappeared. She immediately looked at Jiang Cheng, and an unprecedented seriousness reappeared on her face. After being stunned for a long time, she lowered her voice and asked, "What did you say?"

"You heard me clearly, so don't ask nonsense." Jiang Cheng said coldly.

The middle-aged man driving the car seemed very calm. In fact, after he received the latter's call, he roughly guessed it, but he didn't say it out loud.

After Jiang Cheng briefly described the reason for the incident, the atmosphere in the car became extremely depressing.

Something kept flashing in Xia Meng's eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, she felt a faint gaze passing over her.

He raised his head and happened to see Uncle Gong's eyes that had just moved away in the rearview mirror.

"They moved faster than I expected," the middle-aged man spoke for the first time, his voice as unpleasant as ever, and the fat man even frowned.

He turned the steering wheel to the right and the vehicle entered a very narrow fork.

Obviously few people come here. The road conditions are very poor. It is a gravel road with potholes and bumpy vehicles.

After driving forward for a while, several sacks suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

They are bulging and have an uneven and rough texture on the surface. They seem to be filled with sand and gravel, but there is no doubt that these sacks are thrown here and should be used as roadblocks.

Sure enough, when they saw their car approaching, a few young people came out from behind the trees on both sides and moved the sacks away neatly without saying anything.

The vehicle continued to move forward, and a tall building appeared directly in front of them.