Nightmare Attack

"What do you think the nightmare you have experienced was?" Without answering Jiang Cheng's question directly, the middle-aged man looked at him and asked.

"It's the past." Jiang Cheng replied: "History that really existed."

"The door that appears at night should have the ability to distort time and space. It will randomly project us into another period of history in a completely incomprehensible way, and give us a new identity."

"But history is destined to be unchangeable, so no matter what we do in the nightmare, whether we live or die, whether the mission is completed or not, it will not have an impact on this history."

"After the mission is over, all traces of our existence will be erased, even those of us who have no time to enter and leave in the future."

"Of course, all of this is done in dreams." He paused, "In the dream of our self-understanding."

"Bah bang bang!"

The middle-aged man clapped his hands and said with a smile: "What a great guess!"

Jiang Cheng didn't look too excited, he just stared into the man's eyes calmly, "But I still guessed wrong, didn't I?"

He accurately captured the middle-aged man's words.

Great guess.

"If this girl didn't really hate you, I would have asked you to go back and sit with me." The middle-aged man said with emotion, with a hint of regret in his words.

"You just mentioned randomness." He continued: "But according to what you said, if it is really just a random projection of people into a period of history, why is every nightmare so dangerous?"

"For example, I drive along the river and throw a stone into the river from time to time. Will it be accurately thrown into the underwater vortex every time?"

"Isn't it a coincidence?" The middle-aged man picked up the tea cup and took a sip slowly.

A light flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Go on."

"If you follow my guess, a nightmare is a nightmare." The middle-aged man said: "It may have been history, but now, it is just a shadow projection of real history." "

"This period of history has been deprived of light and beauty, leaving only regret, blood, and cruelty, and those ghosts are the products of this nightmare."

"They do not exist in real history, otherwise there would be no clues found in the documents. They only exist in this corresponding, distorted history."

"Each distorted history is an independent nightmare, and each nightmare will give birth to the corresponding ghost."

Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something, his pupils began to change, and the way he looked at the middle-aged man was also different, just before he opened his mouth.

The middle-aged man straightened up, stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, and said slowly: "So they are the biggest benefit."

"Oops, I'm sorry I'm late again!"

After a wooden door was pushed open, a figure rushed in at a trot, and then immediately came to sit next to his chair.

This is a rather old conference room, with a pure black long table and two rows of high-backed chairs on both sides. The armrests of the chairs are engraved with strange patterns. After looking at it for a long time, your eyes seem to sink in.

Candlesticks were placed on the table, and the pale candles were burning faintly, emitting a dead light.

"Oh, it didn't delay our meeting, right?" The last person who came in said shaking his body. He sounded like a young man, but his face couldn't be seen clearly.

It's not the lighting that's the problem, it's that he wears a stocking on his head, with only a few holes ripped out for his mouth, nose, and eyes.

The voice is also delicate.

"You still know how to come?" said the person sitting next to him.

She was an ordinary-looking woman, and her clothes were even more ordinary than her appearance. She was one of those people who would disappear in the next second if she was thrown into the crowd.

"Sister Lu, don't be so fierce!" The man in stockings smiled coquettishly, "Be careful not to get married."

After feeling the latter's almost murderous gaze, the man in stockings raised his hands as if surrendering, "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll call you No. 7 from now on. If you do anything serious, you'll scare me." So cute.”

After saying that, he turned his head and stared in the other direction. There was another person sitting there, "It's better for us, Xiao Ran." He squinted and said, "It's very cute."

In the dim conference room, there was a sudden flash of cold light, an exquisitely crafted dagger was unsheathed, and the candle in front of the man in stockings was broken into two pieces.

The man in stockings pursed his lips, and his swishing sound suddenly stopped.

"Chenran, you're not cute anymore. I used to love looking at your face, but now it's just average." The man in stockings pinched his waist and said.

"Why don't you say that Miss Lu doesn't like you?" The man in stockings continued to chirp, "You are quite watery for a size 6. I will report you to my husband after the meeting."

"Stop talking nonsense." Li Lu took a deep breath: "Everything is clear this time, and preparations have begun on the 10th."

"Why is he late?" Chenran glanced at the door and asked with a frown.

"Don't think I don't exist." The man in stockings said in a dissatisfied tone: "Look at me, look at me. By the way, can you let me go this time? I'm going to be suffocated at home, wearing a mask. Child, do you think it’s so easy for me?”

"That kid is very clever. If he is accidentally recognized," the man in stockings covered his chest, "that would be scary to death."

Li Lu and Chenran ignored him. He was the only one chattering there. They were waiting for the mission on the 10th.

Almost at the same time, Li Lu and Chenran both turned to look at the man in stockings, and the former even asked sternly: "Where is person No. 10?"

"Oh, oh, I met him when I came here just now. I didn't like him, so I solved him." The man in stockings said indifferently: "The impression I have of No. 10 is not that silly. I am annoyed by him." "You" "Don't worry, I'm leaving first." The man in stockings jumped off the chair and left in a hop. The wind blew, the candlelight swayed slightly, and a silver-hot 4 appeared on the back of the chair where the man in stockings had just sat. "I'll ask again, except for this little brother, there is no newcomer, right?" A man wearing a white shirt and meticulously groomed hair asked. The man called himself Liu Guo, a conventional name. "Woo woo" Jiang Cheng squatted on the ground, "Where is this? It's so scary, you guys are not bad people, are you?" He squatted in the corner, obviously rejecting everyone who came to comfort him, looking very weak. "Get up, we are not bad people, we have explained everything we should explain to you, and we can't do anything if you don't believe us." A young man wearing a baseball shirt and looking sunny came over and said comfortingly. "Don't touch me, Banana Wolf!" Jiang Cheng said, "I don't think you are a good person. Who would give such a name to a decent man?" He said with his neck stretched.

"You and the cute girl with big eagle opposite are in the same group, right?" Jiang Cheng pointed at another person and said angrily, "Don't think I don't know what bad intentions you two have."

"Don't be sarcastic!" The cute girl with big eagle named Hua Luo got angry when she heard it.

The fat man watched the other person's leg hair under the dress, which was thicker than his own, as if he was wearing woolen pants.

This mission came very suddenly, and the fat man came in in a daze. Fortunately, he saw the doctor as soon as he opened his eyes.

There were a total of 11 people in this mission.

And there were a lot of weirdos, in addition to Banana Wolf and Hua Luo, the two most undecent ones, there was also a guy with black stockings on his head.

Stockings introduced himself as Lu Huaxu, an old supporting role, and everyone didn't need to remember his face.

Another person echoed and said that she was also weak. She reiterated that although she was weak, she was not a newcomer.

Her name was Yulan, and she was a Chinese teacher.

There was also a female student named Chu Jiu. Jiang Cheng stared at her as soon as she came in, and Chu Jiu was so scared that she immediately shrank to the side of someone next to her.

"Don't be afraid." A woman with a neat black ponytail and glasses glanced at Jiang Cheng and comforted Chu Jiu indifferently, saying, "It will be fine."

Chu Jiu seemed to trust her very much and nodded repeatedly.

This woman was called Chen Yi. She had a very special temperament. She stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at everyone with a pair of cold eyes.

"Don't you feel it's cold here?" A boy in sportswear and casual shoes said with his arms around his shoulders.

His name was Wei Jinting. He claimed that he was studying for a master's degree in computer science and was determined to be a coder who would not be bald before the age of 30.

After listening to what he said, Jiang Cheng squatted there, stretched his neck, smacked his lips and said: "Brother, I advise you to be open-minded. Hair transplant is not expensive now." He glanced at Hua Luo, then turned his head and continued: "Just be careful not to go astray. Now the atmosphere is open, and there are many perverts in society." Hua Luo: "" "Hey." The fat man said to the figure in the dark: "Brother, what's your name?" The man in the dark raised his head, "I don't have a name." He paused, "You can call me Wu." "Are you a big brother?" Jiang Cheng said with a blink of an eye. The fat man licked his lips after hearing this, and said after a while: "Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your name is a bit pretentious."