Nightmare Attack

Chapter 103 The Key
After properly placing the remaining seafood, the fat man washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen while shaking them, and sat on the sofa opposite Jiangcheng.

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

Jiang Cheng half-lyed on the chair, picking his teeth with a toothpick in one hand, and brushing the short video with the other hand. The young lady in the video was singing and dancing vigorously, and his face turned rosy.

"At this time, they are sleeping to improve their beauty, and they can't get through the phone." He said perfunctorily.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds for him to react. He hurriedly explained: "Doctor, you misunderstood. I didn't ask the rich women and sisters. I wanted to ask about... about the mission."

Hearing the word task, Jiang Cheng still showed the most basic respect.

After thinking about it, he turned off his phone and put it on the table.

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

He sat up straight and leaned his upper body forward slightly. "Doctor, it's the same question as before." After a pause, he continued, "What does that clue refer to? Who is it on?"

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

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

"Go on."

Jiang Cheng raised his chin slightly, as if interested, his index finger, which was tapping the table lightly, also stopped.

Tightening his lips, the fat man seemed to have made up his mind, and his voice became low, "I think since Zhang Yinyin will search the body of the woman in cheongsam, then the so-called clues should be something tangible, not a word of mouth. What."

"And we had just entered the mission at that time, so the clue would not have been found during the mission, it must have been brought with us before we came."

He continued to analyze and said: "The size of that thing will not be large, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Zhang Yinyin untied the cheongsam to search. The things that can be hidden in the close-fitting cheongsam are either small in size or..."

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

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

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

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

Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank.

really
He's not smart, but he's not stupid either.

Due to the high tension during the task, it is not clear whether his life will be saved, so naturally he has no time to think about other things.

Some oddities are also ignored.

But after leaving the mission, especially after being frightened by a nightmare this morning, when he replayed the mission in his mind, those weird doubts emerged one after another.

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

Not only is the control of the rhythm very precise, but it can also be said that it has formed a dimensionality reduction blow to teammates in all directions.

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

But the doctor with his oil bottle was unscathed.

It turned out that it was not these people who had clues, but the doctor.

The clue was the newspaper that Chen Xiaomeng gave to the doctor.

Of course, the fat man didn't believe that Chen Xiaomeng delivered the newspaper until now, it was all Jiang Cheng's one-sided opinion.

"Doctor," the fat man was dumbfounded for a while before he asked, "You already knew that newspaper was a clue?"

Jiang Cheng picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, but what he said made the fat man fall into thinking, "If I had known earlier, do you think I would still carry that newspaper with me?"

The fat man frowned, and said a few seconds later: "So." His voice was very drawn out, "We were involved in the mission this time because of that newspaper?"

Fatty was always puzzled about their second involvement in the mission.

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

Mortal situations are not allowed in nightmares.

This is the rule.

But the reality is that within 24 hours, in their second night's sleep, they were drawn into the nightmare again.

All of this is contrary to the premise that in the mission rules, there is no mortal situation allowed.

Although it is said that after each mission, the injuries on the body will recover, but the energy consumed cannot be replenished.

They are equivalent to going through a few days and nights of high-intensity brainstorming, resting for less than a day, and then being thrown into the next brainstorming session.

What's more frightening is that the price of losing the game is death.

In reality, it is a strange disappearance.

No one, no matter how powerful, can survive the torment of nightmares and the lack of adequate rest.

Even Jiangcheng.

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

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

After putting away the usual banter, his face gave the fat man a completely strange feeling, which made the latter sit up straight unknowingly, and the huge pressure rushed in like a tide, making the fat man suffocate.

"Chen Xiaomeng..." the fat man blushed, and his breathing became disordered, "So... that newspaper was a reward from the last mission, and Chen Xiaomeng got it."

It's been a long time since I heard Jiang Cheng's answer, but the fat man knew he was right.

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

Unexpectedly, it was hit by mistake, which started a new round of nightmare.

As Jiang Cheng said, that newspaper is a key.

But different from being passively involved in the nightmare for the first time, this time, they chose actively.

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

Don't look at Fatty thinking too much, but thinking is strange to say, once you get through one point, the rest will be solved, and it takes only a dozen seconds.

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

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said calmly, "Which point?"

"It's the clue." Fatty's throat rolled unconsciously, and he whispered, "The clue is not in their hands, but in yours, which is the newspaper."

Jiang Cheng leaned back on the chair, seemed to think seriously for a while, and then said, "Probably on the night when we found out that there was a ghost among us."

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

(End of this chapter)