Chapter 103 Key
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 and picking his teeth in the other. He was scrolling through a short video with one hand. The young lady in it was singing and dancing so hard that his face turned rosy.
"They are sleeping to take care of themselves at this time, so they can't get through on the phone." 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 am not asking about the rich sisters. I want to ask about...about 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 desktop.
After the fat man saw it, he also acted very formal.
He sat up straight 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 the index finger that was tapping the table stopped.
Puckering 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 something tangible. , not a verbal message or anything like that.”
"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 to analyze: "The size of that thing will not be large. , otherwise it cannot be explained why Zhang Yinyin had to untie the cheongsam to search. Things that can be hidden in the 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 changing. Very strange.
“Either it is very thin,” Jiang Cheng answered 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, "almost as thin as a piece of newspaper."
Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank.
Sure enough
Although he is not smart, he is not stupid either.
Due to the high level of tension during the mission, I didn’t even know if my life could be saved, so I 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 emerged one after another.
Fat Man admitted that Jiang Cheng was very resourceful, 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 to be a dimension-reducing blow to teammates in all aspects.
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 all died.
But the doctor who was carrying himself as a dragster was unscathed.
It turns out that it is not these people who have clues, but the doctors.
The clue is the newspaper that 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 story.
"Doctor," the fat man was stunned for a long time 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 the fat man 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." His voice was very long, "We were involved in the mission this time because of that newspaper?"
For their second involvement in the mission, Fatty always Somewhat doubtful.
What is certain now is that even the most terrifying nightmare will leave a way out for the players who enter.
Death 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 certain death situation is not allowed.
Although the injuries on the body will recover after each mission, the energy consumed cannot be replenished.
It was like they had gone through days and nights of high-intensity brainstorming, rested for less than a day, and then were thrown into the next brainstorming session.
What's even more frightening is that the price for failing the game is death.
In reality, it is a strange disappearance.
No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot survive the torment of nightmares and lack of adequate rest.
Even Jiangcheng.
Fat Man 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 the latter to sit upright unknowingly, and huge pressure came in like a tide. The fat man couldn't 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."
I didn’t hear Jiang Cheng’s answer for a long time, 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.
Despite the fact that Fatty thinks a lot, 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 lightly: "Which point?"< br>
“That’s the clue.” The fat man’s throat rolled unconsciously, and he whispered: "The clue is not in their hands, but in your hands. It's the newspaper."
Jiang Cheng leaned on his chair and seemed to think seriously for a while before speaking, "Maybe he found someone sneaking into us. That night."
"Luo Yi?" Fatty recalled the scene at that time. (End of chapter)