The time within the boundaries of the dream was extremely long. Yang Song originally thought that he would always enjoy the dark confinement in such a boring way, but with a sudden violent pull from Duan Junyi, he was pulled to his side by Duan Junyi, and a pair of rough hands caressed Yang Song randomly.
, Yang Song was surprised and thought Duan Junyi had some unknown special hobby.
It wasn't until Duan Junyi grabbed Yang Song's hand that he stopped his rude behavior, then grabbed Yang Song's hands and pressed them on his arms. This action can give rise to many associations, but among them the most
Obviously, what impressed Yang Song the most was that Duan Junyi’s connection with the real world was through arm communication.
In fact, it took Yang Song a lot of time to distinguish that the round thing in his hand was Duan Junyi's arm. As Duan Junyi grabbed his hand and touched his arm, Yang Song couldn't touch it because of the superb skills of those tattoo artists.
They wrote something, but he could feel a trace of liquid spreading between his fingers. He also guessed that it was blood. This feeling made him subconsciously retract his fingers to his nose and smell it.
However, what disappoints Yang Song is that the sense of smell is useless within the boundaries of the dream world. It simply imitates the vacuum environment perfectly.
Yang Song's brief calm seemed to disappoint Duan Junyi. He was just a soldier and had no use at all in a place where he was not required to fight. He could only be in a daze. Otherwise, he could just pull the rope and see if Yang Song was still there.
On the edge, there was nothing else to do. Finally, Jiji received the information. He just wanted to see if Jiji's people could help them solve this problem.
Anxiously, he pulled Yang Song again. Even Yang Song felt Duan Junyi's impatient thoughts. While smiling bitterly, he couldn't help but think of a way. If possible, he would not want to stay in this ghost place.
Yes, but he had no choice. The last experience of stepping out of the dream realm could not become an experience at all.
But always doing this is not the answer. The inability to communicate is the biggest obstacle between two people.
"Communicate?" Thinking of this word, Yang Song laughed as if he was enlightened. Isn't it just for this day that he pesters Xiaorou every day? But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. He hadn't practiced well yet.
It’s already time for actual combat.
Yang Song thought for a while, but still felt that if it was not necessary, it would be better not to do it. As Xiaorou said, it is already difficult to recognize English through the palm of your hand, let alone recognize Chinese characters. This is no longer something you can do with hard work.
To do it well requires a little talent, but unfortunately Yang Song does not have this talent.
Of course, there is another more important thing. If it is a charming beauty like Xiaorou, Yang Song will definitely not mind. Even if he is locked up here for ten days and a half, he will not complain much. Maybe
It was written that two people could still be in love for a long time, but beside him was a tall and thick man. Thinking of the feeling of Duan Junyi's rough hands brushing his chest before, Yang Song suddenly got goosebumps.
"No! If you let me practice with this guy, you might as well kill me!" Yang Song thought to himself very firmly. Fortunately, Duan Junyi didn't know, otherwise he would definitely look at Yang Song with very resentful eyes, because now he simply
Going crazy.
It’s not that Duan Junyi has never been in confinement, and he also had the experience of standing for a whole day, but it was a normal state at least, he could see and hear, and there was always an instructor to push him, but in this hellish place, apart from touching himself,
There was nothing to do anymore. He couldn't hear or see anything for a long time. He always wondered if his organs would degenerate because of this. His constant worry made him more and more anxious. He wanted to know what the real world would do to him.
Did he get any information? He just wants to go out now, leave this ghost place, and never come back!
Yang Song didn't realize that he thought that entering the dream boundary twice was not experience, but experience. But he did have experience. When even warriors like Duan Junyi were getting impatient, he lacked the ability to do it himself.
Gu Zi's thinking may also be influenced by the character and memory of the hunter Yang Song, but it is undeniable that because he knows the nature of the dream boundary, Yang Song is at least not afraid, and fear is precisely the weapon that may defeat Duan Junyi.
The two of them are each thinking about their own thoughts. In this dark place, only patience can prevent themselves from being defeated.
Liu Xiao washed his face, took a deep breath, and subconsciously glanced at the people who were struggling in the dream world. He was in a good mood. It had been a full day and no one was injured. Logically speaking,
It was quite normal. There was even a smell of joy permeating the entire hall, and the aura of death that had been hanging over people before was about to be washed away.
But Liu Xiao still couldn't be happy, because a piece of news that was not big or small reached the Longteng base. An internationally renowned overseas Chinese businessman was attending a regular meeting of the Asia-Pacific Chamber of Commerce in front of all the news media.
He died suddenly and miserably, with his entire upper body turned into powder out of thin air. This wealthy businessman himself was an overseas Chinese and one of the top super businessmen in Asia. He had very intensive contacts with the country and actually found out about Yang Song by chance.
, even told his son.
Rumors are like this. The more they spread, the more outrageous and perverted they become. I don’t know why, but when they reach the ears of the wealthy businessman’s son, they actually turn into the story that Yang Song has the ability to kill people in his dreams and wants to kill anyone.
It's all a piece of cake!
This made the son of a wealthy businessman regard Yang Song and the government as his father-killing enemies. If the wealthy businessman had not been surrounded by Chinese intelligence agents and killed him before he could carry out his revenge, Yang Song's affairs would have been completely exposed in Guangting.
Under the public!
This incident had very serious consequences. One of them was that Zhang Fusheng left Longteng Base and headed for the capital three hours ago. Zhang Fusheng’s purpose was only known to Liu Xiao. There are two voices in the government, conservative attitude.
Some people feel that they need to take the initiative to release information about Yang Song. Even if they don't hand it over to foreigners, they still have to make a show of it, at least to look good on the surface. However, people with a radical attitude feel that having Yang Song means they have control over it.
This is the biggest bargaining chip, and there is absolutely no possibility of telling others proactively. After all, this is just a rumor, and there is no direct evidence to prove that China has a person who can control the life and death of others at any time.
One thinks that since there is no evidence, then don't admit it, and the other thinks that you should pay attention to your image anyway, and you can't be so helpless. There is nothing wrong with admitting. Anyway, it is in your own hands. To put it simply, it is a question of whether to admit it or not.
Zhang Fusheng was unwilling to admit it. Liu Xiao knew that it was not easy for him to get such a lucrative job and come back from the remote and hard-working frontier. If he admitted it, then the whole world would study Yang Song together. Where else could he find it?
What about the possibility of letting him enjoy the benefits?
"Hmph, this idiot Zhang Fusheng is simply naive. No one can control Yang Song, not even the leader." Chen Mo snorted coldly.
Chen Mo handed the washbasin to the staff and said: "This is not something I care about. I just need to do the orders arranged by my superiors. Sometimes I am happier if I think less." This sentence has a strong sigh.
, making Chen Mo snort again.
"Indeed, ignorant people will always laugh happier." Chen Mo stretched out his foot and suddenly tripped the young man holding the washbasin to the ground. He laughed loudly when he saw the embarrassed look on the young man's face covered with water stains.
Laugh.
Liu Xiao said helplessly: "Go and rest for a day, and ignore this lunatic."
When the young man heard this, he immediately beamed, and the complaints about being tripped just disappeared. Working in such a place where you could see blood splashing at any time is indeed not a worry-free job. It is great to suddenly have a day off.
The staff nearby all cast envious glances. Liu Xiao saw this and scolded him a few times before asking Chen Mo, "Where's Long Er? Have you found out the specific death toll?"
Chen Mo had just arrived. When Zhang Fusheng left, he and Liu Xiao implemented a shift system. One person would watch for half a day, but it was said that one person would watch for half a day. In fact, the time was still crossed. The two of them had less than three hours of real rest.
No, for them, rest itself is a luxury.
"Puppet has been trying his best to get the Corea instrument. With Hammer's help, he has found many new ways. If nothing else, they can add more people next time they enter the dreamland." Chen Mo said.
"As for the death toll, there are so many people in the world that it is basically difficult to find them all. However, based on the way those people died, it can be judged that Yang Song died more than five times in total!" Chen Mo said with his finger.
Liu Xiao closed his eyes and said with an unbearable expression: "Are you satisfied now? A hundred people will die soon, and Yang Song can't hide it anymore."
"No, it's not enough." Chen Mo's eyes were full of confidence.
"Now there are more and more doubts and suspicions in various countries. They may be speculating whether it is related to China, but there is no evidence to prove that all this comes from China. The number of people who have died so far is not small, but
They are not important enough, rich businessmen and celebrities, nothing more. At least, if someone who is extremely important to a certain country dies and causes the anger of the entire country and even the whole world, only when the whole world is completely crazy can they do it regardless of everything.
What I hesitated about before." Chen Mo whispered to Liu Xiao. After all, walls have ears, so he still didn't dare to say these words openly.
Liu Xiao acquiesced to Chen Mo's behavior and also whispered: "What if thousands of people die but not one important person?"
"Then it depends on how many people die at once." Chen Mo showed a very weird smile to Liu Xiao. Of course, to Chen Mo, he just smiled normally, but his words and content made Liu Xiao laugh.
Xiao had a great imagination.
Subconsciously holding the MP3 player, Chen Mo's words reminded Liu Xiao of Zhang Quan and Wen Sili again. As time went by, Wen Sili gradually disappeared from people's attention. The most attractive thing now is not that a star has died, she is just
It is one of hundreds of death cases. Sometimes when newspapers or news staff are writing, they will remember that there is another star who died in this way. No one takes to the streets to cheer for Wen Sili's death. They prefer to hide behind the scenes.
The family is trembling as they look at the death inside the computer, and people all over the world are slowly falling into panic. This is a call for death that comes without any warning and is impossible to escape. They can only hope that they will not be invisible to the invisible god of death.
Hiding under the quilt at home.
"Someone must do something..." Liu Xiao clenched his fist tightly and struggled painfully. Unexpectedly, his appearance was seen by Chen Mo. The muscular man also clenched his fist, but he
But his eyes were fixed on Liu Xiao.
"Weakness not only leads to destruction, but also to madness."
"Yang Song, you have to hold on. Sooner or later you can go out. It won't be long. Maybe you will see the light in the next second!"
"Don't be discouraged. Duan Junyi is still with you. What are you worried about?"
"I don't know how much time has passed..."
In the void of the dark sky, two invisible people are floating in the air, like dead people thinking about various things. Due to inertia, they occasionally move, then separate, and then are pulled back by the rope and bump into each other.
, the two people clapped their hands, and then slowly separated. This was the result of them maintaining their sanity. As time went by, they gradually became numb. Even if they bumped into each other, they were like puppets without any sign of wanting to move.
.
Yang Song once tried to communicate with Duan Junyi. At first, Duan Junyi didn't understand what Yang Song meant. If Yang Song hadn't kept waving his fingers in his palm, he wouldn't have known what Yang Song was going to do. Then he excitedly wrote something in Yang Song's palm.
However, the culture of Chinese characters is too profound. The person who wrote it clearly understood it, but the person who recognized it was a complete mess. Yang Song could not guess what Duan Junyi wrote.
Duan Junyi's interest lasted for a long time, but eventually it slowly died out, and the two of them fell into silent darkness and terrifying waiting again, which was countless times more terrifying than confinement.