Chapter 103 Key

After properly placing the remaining seafood, the fat man washed his hands, shook them, and walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa opposite Jiang Cheng.

"Doctor," the fat man said hesitantly, "Are you not busy now?"

Jiang Cheng was half lying on the chair, picking his teeth with a toothpick in one hand and watching a short video with the other hand. The young ladies in the video were singing and dancing vigorously, and his face became rosy.

"They are sleeping at this time, and the phone can't be reached," he said perfunctorily.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds for him to react, and he hurriedly explained: "Doctor, you misunderstood, I'm not asking about the rich sisters, I want to ask about the mission."

Hearing the word mission, Jiang Cheng still showed the most basic respect.

After thinking about it, he turned off his mobile phone and put it on the table.

After seeing this, the fat man also behaved very formally.

He sat up straight, leaning forward slightly, "Doctor, it's the same question as before," after a pause, he continued: "What does that clue refer to? And who is it on?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his head, and his gaze towards the fat man also changed slightly. When the fat man was stared at by this gaze, his first reaction was to subconsciously avoid it.

As if he was worried that the other party would find out something.

"Go on."

Jiang Cheng raised his chin slightly, seemingly interested, and the index finger that was originally tapping the table stopped.

Pursing his lips, the fat man seemed to have made a great determination, and his voice became low, "I think since Zhang Yinyin would search the body of the cheongsam woman, the so-called clues should be something physical, not a verbal message or something."

"And we had just entered the mission at that time, so the clues would not be found in the mission, and must have been brought with us before coming."

He continued to analyze, "The size of that thing would not be large, otherwise it would not explain why Zhang Yinyin untied the cheongsam to search. Things that can be hidden in a close-fitting cheongsam must be either very small or..."

The fat man suddenly stopped talking, looking at Jiang Cheng with a complicated expression, his eyes became strange.

"Or very thin," Jiang Cheng naturally took over the words, he leaned back, half of his body nestled in the comfortable office chair.

From the fat man's perspective, half of the doctor's face was hidden in the shadow.

"For example," he stretched out his hand and gestured, "about as thin as a newspaper."

The fat man's pupils shrank when he heard this.

Sure enough

Although he is not smart, he is definitely not stupid.

During the mission, due to the high tension, it was not clear whether his life could be saved, so naturally there was no time to think about anything else.

Some strange places were ignored.

But after leaving the mission, especially after being awakened by a nightmare this morning, when he reviewed the mission in his mind, those strange doubts emerged one after another.

Fatty admitted that Jiang Cheng was very smart, but his performance in this mission was still a bit too outstanding.

Not only was the rhythm control very accurate, but it could be said that it formed a dimensionality reduction attack on teammates in all directions.

He could see that several people including Zhang Yinyin, Yu Wen, Zhen Jianren, and Luo Yi were very difficult characters, but in the end, they all died.

And the doctor who brought himself as a burden was unscathed.

It turned out that it was not these people who had the clue, but the doctor.

The clue was the newspaper that Chen Xiaomeng gave to the doctor.

Of course, Fatty still didn't believe that Chen Xiaomeng sent the newspaper until now, it was all Jiang Cheng's one-sided words.

"Doctor," the fat man was dumbfounded for a long time before he asked, "You knew that the newspaper was a clue?"

Jiang Cheng picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water. What he said made the fat man think, "If I had known earlier, do you think I would still carry the newspaper with me?"

The fat man frowned and spoke for a few seconds: "So," he said in a long voice, "We were involved in the mission this time because of the newspaper?"

The fat man always had doubts about their second involvement in the mission.

Now it is certain that even the most terrifying nightmare will leave a way out for the players who enter.

Nightmares are not allowed to have a situation of death.

This is the rule.

But the reality is that they were involved in a nightmare again in their second night of sleep within less than 24 hours.

All of this is contrary to the premise that the mission rules do not allow the existence of a situation of death.

Although the injuries on the body will recover after each mission, the energy consumed cannot be replenished.

They were like going through several days and nights of high-intensity brainstorming, resting for less than a day, and then being thrown into the next brainstorming.

What's more terrifying is that the price of losing the game is death.

In reality, it is a strange disappearance.

No matter how powerful a person is, he can't survive under the torture of nightmares and without sufficient rest.

Even Jiang Cheng.

Fatty didn't think that he could survive the third mission safely in his current state.

"That newspaper is the key to this mission," Jiang Cheng's voice sounded flat and cold, and Fatty rarely saw Jiang Cheng like this.

After putting away his usual jokes, his face gave Fatty a completely unfamiliar feeling, causing the latter to sit up unconsciously, and the huge pressure surged like a tide, pressing Fatty to suffocate.

"Chen Xiaomeng" The fat man blushed, and his breath became disordered, "So the newspaper was the reward in the last mission, and Chen Xiaomeng got it."

It took a long time to hear Jiang Cheng's answer, but the fat man knew that what he said was right.

The next thing became simple. Jiang Cheng, who was also a newcomer, didn't know the function of the newspaper, so he kept it close to his body and went to sleep.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally opened a new round of nightmares.

As Jiang Cheng said, the newspaper was a key.

But different from the first time they were passively involved in the nightmare, this time, they took the initiative.

To a certain extent, holding the "key" in their hands means holding the initiative to enter the nightmare.

Don't look at the fat man thinking a lot, but thoughts are strange. Once one part is connected, the rest will be solved, and it only takes a dozen seconds.

"Doctor," the fat man raised his head, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice: "When did you realize this?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said lightly: "What point?"

"It's the clue." The fat man's throat rolled unconsciously, and whispered: "The clue is not in their hands, but in your hands, it's the newspaper."

Jiang Cheng leaned back in the chair, seemed to think seriously for a while, and then spoke, "Probably on the night when we found out that there was a ghost among us."

"Luo Yi?" The fat man recalled the scene at that time.