Chapter 249 Invasion
"They will be tortured to pieces, then dragged on the ground like dead dogs, and finally thrown out along the door, like a bag of garbage," the middle-aged man said while removing the cuffs from his wrists. Pulling it up, a scar that looked as ferocious as a giant centipede was slowly exposed, "They will return to the real world safe and sound." , but then."
He glanced at the door, and night had fallen. "They will all have a mental breakdown, and finally choose to end their lives." He added: "Before the next nightmare comes."
It is unimaginable that the fear that Crimson inflicts on those people even exceeds the nightmare itself.
Turning his head, the middle-aged man stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes. His sharp eagle-like eyes gradually appeared. It seemed that the dark night was the middle-aged man's home field.
Jiang Cheng moved his lips, "Where are the last group of people?"
The middle-aged man was stunned, and his sharp eyes like an eagle suddenly narrowed. After a while, he said: "Young man, you are better than me. Think stronger.”
“You said before that there are still some people, not the other group of people,” Jiang Cheng said, “That’s not true. It is in line with the language habits of Eastern people."
"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded, staring into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "There is also a small group of people at the end, they account for a very small proportion. We almost ignored them at first."
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "They will be selected by Crimson."
"Absorb them and join them." Jiang Cheng nodded. This was not difficult to guess.
It is difficult to gather a group of madmen without being noticed in reality, but it is much easier in the nightmare where the madmen gather.
The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, an inexplicable smile with a hint of rare desolation. "No, more than that," he leaned forward and said in a hoarse voice, "I was chosen to invade this world. "
Hearing this, Fatty and even Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, especially the former. The word "invasion" instinctively made him feel scared.
And what’s even 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 already paid you the deposit. Now you have to give me an answer."
A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng Nodding, "Yes, but in the mission, your people must listen to me."
The middle-aged man was not surprised at all. With a look on his face, he stood up slowly, straightened his suit, then turned and walked out, "No need to contact me, I will come to you when the time is up."
As he was about to walk out The door disappeared into the night, and Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Wait."
The middle-aged man paused.
"The mission hasn't started yet, how do you know that the Crimson people will be involved?"
For Jiang Cheng, the middle-aged man should be the person he can come into contact with who knows the most about nightmares. He doesn't want to Let go of any opportunity to understand the nightmare, and these people don't seem to be extremely evil. In reality, after all, it is you who provoke them first.
“This is not within the scope of the deposit,” the middle-aged man said.
"Then let me change the question. This mission should be very important to you. Aren't you worried that I will break the contract temporarily during the mission?" Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes.
The middle-aged man slowly turned around, and not far behind him was a large swath of neon.
The hustle and bustle of the city shrouded in night has just begun. The lights of every house are on the streets, and there are unclear sounds of cooking.
For the people in the nightmare, such an ordinary life is also out of reach for them who are precarious.
"I advise you not to." The middle-aged man's tone could not be said to be tough, but more like the aura of someone who has been in power for a long time without realizing it. "I don't like people who break their promises. If If you are not satisfied with my price, you can refuse, but if you commit, you end up being tempted even more. "Treachery." He paused and said in a low voice: "Then no matter where you hide, I will find you, and I will use all means to make you atone for what you have done."
It rained heavily at night and the wind was strong, making the old doors and windows make a "knock-knock-knock" sound.
Jiang Cheng sat at his desk.
The fat man was huddled on the sofa, his chin resting on his knees, looking worried.
He really wanted to persuade the doctor not to wade through this muddy water. The energy behind that middle-aged man was beyond what they could contend with.
"Doctor," he raised his head and asked hesitantly: "What do you think?"
"I need their information, and there are some things to confirm." Jiang Cheng said casually typing on the keyboard.
"Then you should be careful," the fat man swallowed and whispered, "I have a hunch that the middle-aged man doesn't seem to be lying. I'm afraid Crimson is scarier than what he said. ”
Jiang Cheng ignored him. He was searching for something on the Internet. If Fatty came over to look at it at this time, he would find a long list on the screen.
This is a screenshot taken from a forum.
It is densely packed with names of people, followed by information. There are about twenty people, all of whom have disappeared in recent months, and they are in Rongcheng, where they are located.
One of the names is Hu Yan.
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn't help but recall the words that the female police officer and the young police officer driving the car accidentally said here not long ago.
"Sister Wei," the police officer carrying the bag said, "Team Liu called and told us to hurry up. Another person disappeared in the south of the city last night. There are not enough manpower in the team."
Again.
The next moment, the middle-aged man’s mysterious and weird behavior also appeared in Jiang Cheng’s mind.
“No, more than that,” the scar on the middle-aged man’s lip became more and more ferocious. He leaned forward and said in a hoarse voice, “I was chosen to invade this world.”
It was as if There was some kind of tacit understanding. The police officer and the middle-aged man, two completely unrelated voices suddenly appeared, and then became irresistibly entangled.
Like a ball of string scratched by a cat, it becomes more and more messy and complex, until it suddenly snaps.
"Invasion?" Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes obscure.
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(End of this chapter)