Nightmare Attack

Chapter 85 The Outside World

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

Jiang Cheng stuffed a braised duck leg in his mouth, crawfish in his hand, and the shrimp shells on the plate were like hills, "Fatty, you can eat a little anyway."

Fatty let out a sigh of relief. He always had nothing to do with Jiang Cheng.

But he couldn't eat the big fish and meat. He picked up a piece of tortilla with chopsticks and put it into his mouth to chew slowly.

"Doctor," he looked around and asked in a low voice, "You say. Is this the real world?"

These words seemed to have been held back in Fatty's heart for a long time, and he didn't say it until now, he pursed his lips, and continued: "You want to say it's not, everyone here feels extremely real to me, just Just like the world we live in, but."

"But if it is true, our world will not have such a situation for no reason," Jiang Cheng said indifferently, spitting out the bones in his mouth.

"Yes."

Taking out a free tissue and wiping his hands, Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty, "I've thought about this before, if the essence of nightmares is a reversal of time and space, then every time we open the door, the place we come to should be the same people we used to be. what has actually been experienced.”

The fat man seemed to understand what he didn't 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 outcome at all. In other words, whether we come or not has no effect on the world."

"I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Before Fatty could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jiang Cheng. He stared in the direction of the door, where it was dark.

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

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

"I don't know, the evidence I have at the moment is not enough to support my inferences, everything is speculation now."

Jiang Cheng took out two clean tissues, folded them, and put them in his jacket pocket.

Rigorous and meticulous in action.

The man in front of him now gave Fatty a completely different feeling, he was like a sophisticated machine.

Every gear, every bearing, every basic component is on its own track and works perfectly.

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng said suddenly, and he was a clever man.

"You said doctor," Fatty nodded again and again, "I'm listening."

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

"outside world?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng looked back, and there were things in his eyes that the fat man couldn't understand, "It's outside this school, not just the street opposite, that cafe, I'm talking about the farther place. "

"There. What will it be like?"

Fatty didn't even think about what Jiang Cheng said. At this time, he finally realized that he was not with Jiang Cheng, but the biggest difference between them and Jiang Cheng.

Most people are just thinking about how to survive in this mission, and for this layout, conspiracy and conspiracy are at their fingertips.

They have done their best to survive the mission.

But the layout of Jiangcheng has long been beyond the mission itself. He is thinking about the deeper things that are submerged in the deep water.

For example, nightmares, as well as the rules in tasks given by nightmares.

real rules.

He is a very honest person, and he does his duty in both life and work. He earns the money he deserves, without any assumptions or extravagant expectations.

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

"I don't know," Fatty lowered his head in shame and answered honestly, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "I never thought of that."

The atmosphere was a little bit tense for a while
"Drip, drip, drip."

The fat man who lowered his head heard the sound of a button.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng suspiciously.

It was found that the latter was sitting up straight, holding a mobile phone in his right hand, dialing a number.

The dishes and bowls on the dining table were all set aside and covered with a sheet of paper.

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

Looking closely, the names of people are densely recorded on it, followed by the corresponding phone numbers.

Fatty slowly widened his eyes, "This is."

He recognized the material of this piece of paper, which was very similar to the commemorative book they found in the archives, with a more oily matte texture.

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

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

But no matter how anxious he was, he didn't dare to interrupt Jiang Cheng.

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

At least the reason why he can still jump around with his 200-pound body now is mostly due to Jiang Cheng.

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

Then he put away the paper in front of him.

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

Jiang Cheng stood up and put the camera bag on his back, "I didn't get through, and said that the other party was not in the service area."

The fat man froze for a moment.

how come?
He didn't deliberately calculate the time it took for Jiang Cheng to answer the phone, but it definitely exceeded 1 minute.

Didn't get through. Does it take so long?
Although he was puzzled, the fat man squeaked vaguely.

He wisely did not choose to talk too much.

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

Even if Jiang Cheng sometimes suddenly short-circuits his head, saying some inexplicable things like he is the top card of the KTV night shift.

Mr. Lu Xun once said that trust is a kind of funny goodwill.

The fat man took it seriously.

"Let's go," Jiang Cheng packed up his things and walked out of the door first after he had nothing to miss.

Fatty slowed a step and finally chased out, "Doctor," he said hurriedly, "Are we going back to the dormitory?"

"No," Jiang Cheng stood in front of the cafeteria, briefly identified the direction, pointed to one side and said, "Come this way, let's go to the equipment center."

After a pause, Fatty's face became very ugly, "But it's already dark now, let's go now."

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared into Fatty's eyes very seriously, "Have you seen a student since we left the archives?"

Fatty thought for a while, his throat rolled uncontrollably, "No."

"Do you know why?"

Looking at Jiang Cheng's expression, Fatty had an ominous premonition in his heart, and asked tremblingly, "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 opened, there was no moon, and no stars.

"The sky won't be bright again." Jiang Cheng said.

　Thanks to the Faith brothers for helping to make the original painting, and thanks to the legitimate thinking brothers for the reward!

Too busy today, the second watch is a bit late, sorry
　
(End of this chapter)