Chapter 442: Body in Dream

Zheng Xun returned home again.

Zheng Lin had to go back to school for a meeting tonight, so after sending Zheng Xun home, he drove away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Xun was alone at home, pondering over his recent experiences.

He thought he just had a dream about the White Tower, but now someone told him that it was not a dream, but a bloody reality.

In other words, after he fainted in the company, he was really transported to the White Tower World.

But there's a problem.

Did he only enter the world with his soul, or did he also bring his body with him?

If it's the former, it makes sense. If it is the latter, then it means that he disappeared from the world for a few days.

With Zheng Lin's character, it was impossible for him to allow Zheng Xun to disappear for such a long time. Thinking about his past experience, even if he didn't reply in time for a long time, Zheng Lin would have to take a plane to see if he was dead or alive.

In other words, if he disappears, Zheng Lin will definitely find out. If the other party has no special reaction, it means that he is deliberately pretending that nothing happened.

…

Thinking about it gave him a headache, and his already inflexible brain was even worse at this time.

Zheng Xun sat on the bed, leaned back, and pushed himself into the quilt.

The incense in the room had a soothing effect. Zheng Xun smelled the soothing smell, and unknowingly, his eyelids began to feel heavy again.

He's been having trouble sleeping lately, which is not a good thing...

Zheng Xun fell into a deep sleep while thinking that this was not good.

Nightmares visited him again and again, causing him to have a psychological shadow on sleeping.

The landing location this time is not in the dungeon.

He was in a clean and tidy room. The room looked familiar to him. He had been to this place before.

Zheng Xun held his head and thought hard. His memory was like toothpaste that he had used up almost to the end. He had to squeeze it out before he could regain it.

Half a minute later, he finally remembered.

This is the room he stayed in at Song Que's new venue.

Zheng Xun was a little surprised and excited.

The Mingque Guild is half of his home. Compared to the dangerous dungeon and the mansion that shuts him out, this place obviously gives him more security.

"Brother Xiao should be in the guild. I wonder if Cheng Jie and the others have gone out to place orders..."

Zheng Xun muttered to himself.

Bang--

The gunshot reappeared in his mind, reminding him that he was in a "dead" state in the second world.

One dollar.

Zheng Xun finally remembered his name in his chaotic dream this time.

He was hit by a dollar shot and reappeared in the One World.

He was a little confused now. It was because of that shot that he was on the verge of death in the second world and returned to the first world by accident.

Or maybe that shot was fired deliberately by Yiyuan, with the purpose of faking his death, but actually sending him back to the first world so that he could crack the last copy of the meta.

Yiyuan's position has always been very vague. He is definitely the boss in the White Tower who can tell riddles best.

But if it is the latter, then Zheng Xun is really on the verge of tears.

If he could stand in front of Yiyuan at this moment, he would definitely say to him, Yiyuan, your gun almost made me a fool.

…

Zheng Xun was thinking wildly in the songbird room in his dream, when the door of the room suddenly opened.

Even though he knew that the other party couldn't see him, he still stood up.

Who is it?

Five or six names flashed through Zheng Xun's mind.

There was more than one person walking in from the room, and they were chatting.

"When will you pay back the copy of Song Sparrow that you owe us? I'm telling you, you have to act quickly. You scared us to death last time when you were seriously injured."

"Thank you, thank you, I made everyone worry."

"Don't be too sentimental. We're worried that the money we spend will be wasted!"

The two of them were talking to each other, and Zheng Xun, who was hanging on the wall like a gecko, was eavesdropping.

He knew the first person to speak.

The tone of his mouth sounded like he had swallowed two kilograms of dynamite, and it sounded like it was Cheng Jie.

He also knew the second person who spoke.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zheng Xun's whole body went cold when he heard that voice.

He turned his head and Cheng Jie walked in first.

The man who came in after him looked exactly like him.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket and followed Cheng Jie leisurely. Although he has a laid-back attitude, he doesn't give in to a word he says. Cheng Jie's eyelids could be seen twitching from a few meters away.

"Zheng Xun, just keep your mouth shut. Sooner or later, bad things will happen because of your mouth."

"If you can't tell me, I'll give up. You don't have to force Cheng Jie. You are already considered powerful if you can do it to this extent."

Cheng Jie barked a few more words, but to the gecko Zheng Xun who was lying on the wall at the moment, nothing could be heard clearly.

He thought he "died" in the second world, but actually he didn't.

Not only was there no one, there was someone who looked exactly like him, taking his place and living his life as if nothing had happened.

No, you can’t think like that.

This is just a dream.

Zheng Xun shook his head vigorously, throwing away those distracting thoughts.

Even if someone pretends to be him, he believes that this person will soon reveal his true identity.

Friends who know him well will ruthlessly expose him and ask him where the real Zheng Xun is.

Thinking like this, Zheng Xun took care of himself.

Cheng Jie came to "Zheng Xun"'s room to discuss the next copy with him.

"Although you took the initiative to propose to honor the contract...but is your body really fine? How come I heard that you were dying in the hospital two days ago, and today you are so full of energy that you can be discharged from the hospital?"

"Cheng Jie, why have you become so nagging after not seeing you for a few days? Didn't I tell you that I'm fine? Even Brother Xiao agreed. He is a mature and steady Brother Xiao."

He brought up Xiao Jun, and seemed to convince Cheng Jie.

"But don't force it. You can do the next book, just watch from the side. Otherwise, hang your war correspondent badge around your neck again. If your paper body is really broken, I can't explain to the people in your guild."

"Xiao Shen and Xiao Huo won't say anything."

"...I think you agreed to Mingque this time and didn't tell those two people at all?"

"You guessed right."

"..."

"If I tell them, Xiao Huo will definitely not agree and call me every day to persuade me. Xiao Shen will be even more excessive. He will block the door of the mansion and force me to recuperate. . "

"You have to listen to advice sometimes, and you can't just do whatever you want. Do you think you are still the iron body you had before? You are just a piece of paper now. If you suddenly lie down there in the middle of the dungeon, what will our team do? We have to take care of you and kill monsters. These are two jobs, and you have to pay us. "

"Huh? I don't get anything and I have to pay for it? Forget it, I'll take my reporter card with me. If it's useful, I'll take it out. If it's not useful, just pretend nothing happened. "

"That's better. "

The two finally reached an agreement and discussed which dungeon to choose. By the time this matter was finalized, it was already dinner time.

Cheng Jie urged "Zheng Xun" to have dinner together, and they left the room again.

At this time, Zheng Xun, who was lying on the wall, silently peeled himself off.