Nightmare Attack

Chapter 249 Invasion
"They will be tortured to pieces, then dragged on the ground like dead dogs, and finally thrown out along the door, like a bag of garbage," the middle-aged man rolled up the cuffs on his wrist, a scar as ferocious as a giant centipede Slowly revealed, "They will return to the real world safe and sound, but after that."

He glanced at the location of the door. Night had already fallen. "Most of them will have a mental breakdown and finally choose to end their own lives." He added: "Before the next nightmare comes."

It's hard to imagine that the fear that Crimson inflicted on those people even surpassed the nightmare itself.

Turning his head, the middle-aged man stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, his eagle-like eyes gradually revealed, as if the dark night was the middle-aged man's home field.

Jiang Cheng moved his lips, "Where's the last group of people?"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, his eagle-like eyes suddenly narrowed, and after a while, he said, "Young man, you are stronger than I thought."

"What you said earlier was that there are still some people, not others," Jiang Cheng said, "This does not conform to the language habits of oriental people."

"That's right," the middle-aged man nodded, staring into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "there is also a small group of people at the end, they account for an extremely small proportion, so small that we almost ignored them at first."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "They...will be chosen by Crimson."

"Absorb them and join them." Jiang Cheng nodded, which is not difficult to guess.

In reality, it is really difficult to gather a group of lunatics without being noticed, but in the nightmare where the lunatics gather, it is much easier.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled, that kind of inexplicable smile, with a rare hint of desolation, "No, more than that," he leaned forward, and said in a hoarse voice, "I was chosen to invade this world."

Hearing this, Fatty, and even Jiang Cheng, couldn't help being stunned, especially the former, the word invasion instinctively terrified him.

And what is even more frightening is that this fear comes from the unknown.

"Okay," the middle-aged man sat up straight and said to Jiang Cheng, "Young man, I have already paid you the deposit, and you will give me an answer next."

After a few seconds, Jiang Cheng nodded, "Yes, but in the mission, your people must listen to me."

The middle-aged man showed no surprise at all. He stood up slowly, adjusted his suit, then turned and walked outside, "You don't need to contact me. I will come to you when the time is up."

Just as his figure was about to walk out the door and disappear into the night, Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

The middle-aged man paused.

"The mission hasn't started yet, how do you know that the crimson people will participate?"

For Jiang Cheng, the middle-aged people should be the ones he can come into contact with, who know the most about nightmares. He doesn't want to let go of any opportunity to understand nightmares. Besides, these people don't seem to be extremely vicious. In reality, after all, they are themselves. Take the initiative to provoke others first.

"This is not within the scope of the deposit," said the middle-aged man.

"Then let me change the question. This mission should be very important to you, so you're not worried that I'll temporarily break the contract during the mission?" Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

The middle-aged man turned around slowly, and there was a large neon area not far behind him.

The hustle and bustle of the city shrouded in night has just begun, the streets are lit up with lights of houses, and there are still indistinct sounds of cooking.

For the people in the nightmare, such an ordinary life is also unattainable for them who are precarious.

"I advise you not to." The tone of the middle-aged man could not be said to be tough, but more like the aura of a person who has been in power for a long time without knowing it, "I don't like people who break their promises. If you are not satisfied with my price , you can refuse. But if you promise, you end up breaking your promise because of a bigger temptation.” He paused, and said in a low voice: “Then no matter where you hide, I will find you, and I will use up everything way to make you atone for what you did."

It was raining heavily at night, and the wind was also strong, which made the old doors and windows make a rattling sound.

Jiang Cheng sat at the desk.

The fat man was piled up on the sofa, huddled into a pile, with his chin on his knees, looking worried.

He really wanted to persuade the doctor not to go into this muddy water, the energy behind that middle-aged man was not something they could contend with.

"Doctor," he raised his head and asked hesitantly, "what do you think?"

"I need their information, and there are still some things to confirm." Jiang Cheng typed on the keyboard carelessly.

"Then you should be careful," the fat man swallowed, and whispered, "I have a hunch that the middle-aged man doesn't seem to be lying. I'm afraid Crimson is more terrifying than what he said."

Jiang Cheng ignored him, and he searched for something on the Internet. If the fat man leaned over to look at it at this time, he would find a long list on the screen.

It was taken from a forum.

It is densely packed with names of people, followed by information, about [-] people, all of whom have disappeared in recent months, and they are in Rongcheng where I am.

One of them, Hu Yan, was impressively listed.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and he couldn't help but recall the sentence that the policewoman and the young police officer who drove here accidentally said here not long ago.

"Sister Wei," said the police officer with the bag, "Captain Liu called and told us to hurry up. Another person went missing in the south of the city last night, and there are not enough people in the team."

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The next moment, the mysterious and strange behavior of the middle-aged man also appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind.

"No, more than that." The scar on the middle-aged man's lips became more and more ferocious. He leaned forward and said in a hoarse voice, "I was chosen to invade this world."

As if there was some kind of tacit understanding, the policeman and the middle-aged man suddenly had two completely unrelated voices, and then they became entangled together irresistibly.

Like a ball of thread scratched by a cat, it became more and more messy and complicated, until it snapped suddenly.

"Invasion?" Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes dim.

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(End of this chapter)