The woman's words seemed like a magic spell. Before she could finish her words, the surrounding space suddenly distorted and gradually expanded to all directions...
For a moment, the scenery in Feng Bujue's sight flowed like paint on a palette, only the figure of the woman and Nelson remained clear.
"It seems...I've come to the right place..." Faced with this sudden change, Brother Jue didn't panic at all. He just stood with his gun and watched the changes.
Just like this, a minute passed...the distorted space stopped spreading and became stable again.
By this time, Nelson's office had disappeared and was replaced by a wide, gorgeous hall.
The four walls of the hall are all pure white, with neat patterns carved on the walls, and large oil paintings and curtains hung in the blank spaces. The marble floor is hard and smooth, and a huge ceiling hangs on the five-meter-high ceiling.
Crystal chandeliers.
"Mr. Dave." Nelson's voice soon sounded again, "Welcome to...the Last Supper." As he spoke, he raised his arm and gestured towards the side of the hall.
There, there was a long table covered with a white tablecloth and filled with food.
There are thirteen chairs on one side of the long table. At this moment, thirteen people are sitting on those thirteen chairs.
"Eh? What is going on..." Under the light, Feng Bujue finally saw the faces of the thirteen fat men clearly, "What on earth are you...?"
He asked this question for two reasons: first, these thirteen fat men looked exactly the same; second, the faces of these fat men... were just like the "obese version" of Dave.
"You should know what they are." The mysterious woman responded.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue looked at her and replied loudly.
"No, you know." Nelson on the other side said again.
"Ha..." Feng Bujue sneered and pointed his gun at the mysterious woman, "You..." He pointed at Nelson again, "And you... Mr. Director. I don't care what you think, but
I can make it clear that I am very confused about what is happening in front of me. If you two know about it, I hope you can answer my doubts."
"This is impossible." Nelson replied in a serious and firm tone, "Only you can answer all this."
"The things we can tell you only exist on a level of 'nothingness'." The mysterious woman continued, "When you see through the 'reality', you will naturally understand the meaning of 'nothingness'."
"Then how can I see through the 'truth' in your words?" Feng Bujue said.
"It's very simple, open your eyes." At this time, another voice suddenly came from the corner of the hall, responding to his question.
Brother Jue turned his head following the sound. In the direction of the sound, he saw Mr. M.
"Hey...are you here too..." Feng Bujue said with vacant eyes, "According to this urine...are the two people in the bar also..."
"Yes, we are here too." The shooter interrupted Brother Jue and appeared in the hall with Yang.
The appearance of these guys was like teleportation. Brother Jue just turned his face slightly and they appeared in the blind spot of his sight.
"Okay... let me think about it..." Feng Bujue shrugged, "If that lady is right, then you guys..." He said and glanced at the dining table again, "...
And the thirteen of them are all derivatives of the 'nothingness' level?"
"Yes and no." the mysterious woman replied.
"Your question cannot be answered with a simple yes or no." Nelson continued.
"Actually, we can't answer you." Mr. M said.
"There is only one person who knows all the answers..." Yang continued.
"That's you." The shooter pointed at Brother Jue and said.
The five of them talked together, but Brother Jue's question still didn't get a clear answer.
"Okay, I've had enough." Feng Bujue put down his gun and said with an impatient expression. "Is there anyone here who can speak human language? Do you dare to say some less ambiguous nonsense, or give me a message?"
Can I give you some substantial help?"
"The person who can help you..." At this moment, another voice sounded. "The only one is you."
This voice is exactly the same as "Dave"'s own voice...
Feng Bujue turned his head suddenly after hearing the sound, and saw...another "Dave".
That "Dave" was wearing a formal postman uniform and carrying a satchel... His face was very pale, but his eyes were bright.
"Ghost postman?" Feng Bujue looked at the other person for two seconds and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." The ghost postman replied, "Of course... you can also call me Dave."
"Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, and then asked: "Can you help me? Dave."
"No, because you broke my bike." Dave replied.
"What I broke was 'my' bicycle." Feng Bujue continued.
"Yes, it's 'my' bike." Dave emphasized again.
"Fuck..." Brother Jue couldn't refute this absurd reply, so he could only "fuck".
"Mr. Dave." Nelson also interrupted at this time, "You should have read the work manual. If you damage the bicycle, you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Oh...so that's what it means..." Feng Bujue muttered. He understood immediately... "Broken bike" was a flag. If he didn't trigger it, he could get help from the ghost postman.
It's a pity...it's too late to know now.
"Then... what should I do now?" Feng Bujue asked, "What do I need to do to see through the 'truth'?"
The next second, the six people around him answered in unison: "Open your eyes."
"Hmph... ok~ ok~ just open it." Feng Bujue shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He does know a way to "open his eyes", and the method is not complicated... However, the last time he used it, a mysterious woman suddenly appeared and told him... This method will bring about "irreversible consequences".
Influence".
"Everyone..." Feng Bujue took out the Nokia 3310 from his pocket, held it in his left hand, and raised it high, "...I'll be back as soon as I go."
After finishing speaking, he knelt down on one knee and waved his arm vigorously towards the ground. The lower part of the phone was like a protruding hilt, and he hit it heavily on the marble floor.
Two seconds later, with a loud "ping-" sound, the marble cracked.
Almost at the same moment, an indescribable, severe pain exploded inside Brother Jue's skull.
Before the pain completely dissipated, Feng Bujue's eyes went dark and he lost all awareness of his body... (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
