"They will be tortured with incomplete skin, and then dragged to the ground like a dead dog, and finally thrown along the door, like a bag of rubbish," the middle-aged man rolled up the cuff on his wrist, a scar that looked like a giant centipede. Slowly exposed, "They will return to the real world safe and sound, but afterwards..."

He glanced at the door, and night had fallen, "Most of them will have a nervous breakdown, and finally choose to end their lives." He added: "Before the next nightmare."

It is hard to imagine that the fear Crimson imposes on those people even exceeds the nightmare itself.

Turning his head, the middle-aged man stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, and the sharp eyes of an eagle gradually appeared. It seemed...the dark night was the middle-aged man's home court.

Jiang Cheng moved his lips, "Where are the last people?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, his eyes sharp like an eagle suddenly tightened, and after a while, he said: "Young man, you are stronger than I thought."

"What you said before was that there are still some people, not the other," Jiang Cheng said: "This is not in line with the language habits of the Orientals, so it's not difficult to guess."

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded, staring at Jiang Cheng's eyes, "there is the last handful of people, they account for a very small proportion, so small that we almost ignored it at the beginning."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "They...will be selected by Crimson."

"Adopt them and join them." Jiang Cheng nodded, it is not hard to guess.

In reality, it is difficult to gather a group of lunatics without being noticed, but in the nightmare, where lunatics gather, it is much easier.

The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, that kind of inexplicable laugh, with a trace of rare desolation, "No, more than," he leaned forward, hoarsely saying, "I was chosen... to invade the world. ."

Hearing that the fat man, even Jiang Cheng, couldn't help being stunned, especially the former, the word invasion instinctively made him feel scared.

What's more terrifying is that this fear comes from the unknown.

"Okay," the middle-aged man sat up straight and said to Jiang Cheng, "young man, I have paid you the deposit, and you want to give me an answer below."

A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng nodded, "Deal."

The middle-aged man didn't look surprised at all. He slowly stood up, after finishing his suit, he turned and walked out, "You don't need to contact me, the time is up, I will come to you."

When his figure was about to walk out the door and disappear into the night, Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Wait."

The middle-aged man had a meal.

"The mission hasn't started yet, how do you know that the crimson people will participate?"

For Jiang Cheng, the middle-aged person should be the one he can come into contact with, and he has the deepest understanding of nightmares. He doesn't want to let go of any opportunity to understand nightmares, no matter how despicable the means.

"This is not within the scope of the deposit," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Then let me change the question." Jiang Cheng was not frightened by the middle-aged man either. He could feel that the middle-aged man might not like him, but for now, he has no intention of killing him.

"Why do you think I can save her? Or...why do you dare to believe me?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around. Not far behind him is a large neon sign. The hustle and bustle of the city under the night has just begun. The street lights are lit up, and there are unclear sounds of cooking.

For people in nightmares, such a dull life is also beyond the reach of precarious people.

"Intuition." The middle-aged man gave a very unconcerned answer.

"Intuition?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

"I have my reasons, but you don't need to know," the middle-aged man's tone is not tough, it is more like an aura that has been revealed unknowingly by a long-time leader.

No one is aimed at, just a clue to all sentient beings.

"Then you are not afraid that I will treat Xia Meng..."

"Don't you dare," the middle-aged man interrupted Jiang Cheng directly, and something suddenly flashed across the eyes hidden in the dark. After a while, he glanced at the worried fat man and said calmly: "If something happens to the girl, she I will cut off his meat piece by piece and feed it to you by myself."

......

It rained heavily at night, and the wind was also very strong. The old doors and windows made a "knock-knock" sound.

Jiang Cheng sat at his desk.

The fat man was piled up on the sofa, shrunk into a pile, with his chin resting on his knees, looking worried.

He wanted to persuade the doctor not to run into this muddy water, but at the same time he understood in his heart that what the middle-aged man said was more than just talking. If the doctor didn't do what he said, both of them would suffer.

The energy behind him is not something they can contend with.

"Doctor," he raised his head, hesitantly asked, "What do you think?"

"go with."

"Oh."

"But I'm not afraid of them," Jiang Cheng casually tapped the keyboard, "I have something to prove."

"Then you should be careful," the fat man swallowed and whispered, "I have a hunch that the middle-aged man doesn't look like a liar. I'm afraid Crimson is more scary than he said."

"And that summer..." He suddenly stopped.

"Xia Meng." Jiang Cheng reminded.

"Yes, yes, Xia Meng," the fat man said hurriedly, "she is not a good thing, you have to beware of her," after thinking about it, he added: "especially when the task is about to end, at that time you The value of "is lost". She might even kill you. Don't forget how she treated us before."

Jiang Cheng ignored him. He was searching for something on the Internet for himself. If the fat man came to look at it at this time, he would find that there was a long list of lists on the screen.

The screenshot was taken from a forum.

There are densely packed names of people, followed by information, about two dozen, all of whom have disappeared in recent months, and...in Rongcheng where he is.

One of them is named Hu Yan.

Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes slightly ~lightnovelpub.net~ He couldn't help but recall the words that the policewoman and the young policeman who drove accidentally said here not long ago.

"Sister Wei," the police officer carrying the bag said, "Team Liu called and told us to hurry up. There was another person missing from Chengnan last night, and there was not enough staff in the team."

again......

In the next moment, the mysterious and weird behavior of the middle-aged man also came to Jiang Cheng's mind.

"No, more than that," the scar on the middle-aged man's lips became more and more fierce. He leaned forward and said with a hoarse voice: "I was chosen... to invade the world."

As if there was a tacit understanding between the police officer and the middle-aged man, two completely unconnected voices suddenly appeared, and then they were irresistibly entangled.

The ball of thread, which seemed to be caught by a cat, became more and more chaotic and more complicated, until...then it suddenly broke.

"Invasion..." Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes obscure.