"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 rolled up the cuffs on his wrists, revealing a scar as hideous as a giant centipede.

Slowly revealed, "They will return to the real world safe and sound, but after that..."

He glanced at the door and saw that 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 brings to 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 revealed. 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 for a moment, and his sharp eyes like an eagle suddenly narrowed. After a while, he said, "Young man, you are stronger than I thought."

"You said before that there are some people, not another group of people," Jiang Cheng said, "This does not conform to the language habits of Eastern people, so it is not difficult to guess."

"That's right," the middle-aged man nodded, staring into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "and there is a small group of people at the end. They account for a very small proportion, so small that we almost ignored them at first."

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

"Absorb and join them." Jiang Cheng nodded, this was not difficult to guess.

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

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 selected... 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.

What's even more frightening 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."

After a few seconds, Jiang Cheng nodded, "Deal."

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

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

The middle-aged man paused in his steps.

"The mission hasn't started yet, how do you know that the Crimson people will be involved?"

For Jiang Cheng, middle-aged people should be the people he can come into contact with who have the deepest understanding of nightmares. He doesn't want to miss 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 intimidated by the middle-aged man. He could feel that the middle-aged man might not like him, but for now, he had 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 was a large swath of neon lights. The hustle and bustle of the city shrouded in night had just begun. The lights of every house were lit on the streets, and there was the unclear sound of cooking vegetables.

For people in nightmares, such an ordinary life is also out of reach for them who are precarious.

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

"Intuition?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

"I have my reasons, but you don't need to know," 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.

It’s not directed at anyone, it’s just a clue to all sentient beings.

"Then you are not afraid of me treating Xia Meng..."

"You don't dare," the middle-aged man interrupted Jiang Cheng's words directly. Something suddenly flashed through his eyes hidden in the darkness. After a while, he glanced at the worried fat man and said calmly: "If something happens to my girl,

I will cut off his meat piece by piece and feed it to you with my own hands."

...

It rained heavily at night and the wind was strong, causing the old doors and windows to make a "knock-knock-knock" sound.

Jiang Cheng sat at his desk.

The fat man was piled on the sofa, huddled in a heap, his chin resting on his knees, looking worried.

He wanted to persuade the doctor not to wade through this muddy water, but at the same time he knew in his heart that the middle-aged man's words were more than just words. If the doctor didn't do what he said, both of them would suffer.

The energy behind him is something they cannot compete with.

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

"go."

"oh."

"But I'm not afraid of them," Jiang Cheng typed on the keyboard carelessly, "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 seem to be lying. I'm afraid Crimson is scarier than what he said."

"And that Xia..." He suddenly paused.

"Xia Meng." Jiang Cheng reminded.

"Yes, yes, Xia Meng," Fatty said hurriedly, "She is not a good person, you have to be careful about her." After thinking about it, he added: "Especially when the mission is about to end, at that time you

The value will be gone, and she will probably kill you as well, so don’t forget what she did to us before."

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.

It was a screenshot taken from a forum.

It was densely packed with names, followed by information. There were about twenty people, all of whom had disappeared in the past few months, and... they were in Rongcheng, where I was.

One of them, Hu Yan, is on the list.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he couldn't help but recall the words that the female police officer and the young police officer driving the car had accidentally said 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 mysterious and weird behavior of the middle-aged man also appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind.

"No, it's 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 selected... to invade this world."

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 that was scratched by a cat, it became more and more messy and complicated, until... finally it suddenly broke.
Chapter completed!