Extraterrestrial parasite

"Huhuhu..."

As if waking up from a deep sleep, Fang Ye suddenly raised his head and gasped violently.

"Tick-tock-tock..."

In the luxuriously decorated office, the hour hand on the quaint clock pointed to nine o'clock, and the second hand was still rotating clockwise unswervingly.

"Dream?"

Cold sweat almost soaked his white clothes. Fang Ye pulled out a piece of toilet paper and wiped the sweat on his forehead and cheeks.

"Are you really dreaming?"

Asking himself again, Fang Ye was not sure, just because everything that happened before was not as blurry and dark as usual dreams, but as clear and visible as if he had experienced it himself. It is really hard to believe that this was a dream.

But something so unbelievable... is really a bit ridiculous.

After thinking about it, Fang Ye looked at the mobile phone beside his desk and picked it up.

Of course, there are no records of the two weird text messages or the number dialed. However, thanks to Fang Ye's amazing memory, he still remembered two mobile phone numbers.

One is Feng Li and the other is Zhang Meng.

After a slight hesitation, Fang Ye pressed a series of numbers.

"Dududu..."

"Sorry, the user you dialed is currently unavailable..."

Fang Ye suddenly felt a little chilly, and when he hung up the phone and entered another string of numbers, his fingers even trembled a little.

This time, after the "beep" sound rang for a while, someone actually answered.

"Hello……"

The owner of the deep voice must be in a bad mood at the moment, so there is a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Is it Brother Feng? I'm Fang Ye."

"..."

After a moment of silence, the other person whispered: "Is it really you? Are you kidding me?"

Fang Ye smiled bitterly: "I also hope this is just a joke, but it's obviously not."

"Come out and meet me."

"Okay, location."

Fang Ye named a location, then hung up the phone, packed his wallet and cell phone, put on his suit and walked out of the office.

As a workaholic, he often works overtime until ten o'clock in the night. This is one of the few times when he ends his overtime work early for reasons other than work reasons.

But it doesn't matter. Compared with overtime, work, or even career, what happened tonight is the most important thing.

After taking the elevator to the garage, Fang Ye got into a black Mercedes-Benz, drove out of the underground parking lot, and drove towards his destination.

It was now past nine o'clock in the evening, and it was not a good time to have a meal and talk, so he simply arranged the location in a private room of a teahouse. This teahouse was open 24 hours a day and was a favorite place for mahjong lovers. In the past, Fang Ye often accompanied some people to play here due to business reasons. He was very familiar with the environment here. With just one phone call, the boss arranged a private room where no one would disturb him.

After entering the private room and sitting down, Fang Ye finally waited for Feng Li's arrival after drinking tea for about twenty minutes.

Feng Li's appearance was similar to what he had seen before, but he probably cleaned up a bit, washed his face, and shaved his beard. He was not as decadent as before.

"Brother Feng."

After standing up and shaking hands with Feng Li, Fang Ye asked Feng Li to sit down.

"It seems like it's true. I thought it was just a nightmare of mine."

Feng Li took a sip of tea and said with a worried look on his face.

"Yes, this matter is actually true. I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell you."

Fang Ye was also in a bad mood. Anyone involved in such a bizarre and bizarre thing would probably feel scared.

Fang Ye and Feng Li were both smart people. After confirming that this was not a dream, the first thing they did was not to call the police immediately, but to get together and discuss a solution.

Why not trust the power of the police?

Because they knew that what happened was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and they rushed to call the police, they could only be treated as crazy by the police.

No one who has ever experienced it personally will believe it even if they tell it.

"What do you think that place is?"

"I don't know...there are too few clues, and..."

Feng Li shook his head: "This is simply not something that human technology can do. How do you ask me to guess?"

"I wonder if you noticed it?"

Fang Ye said thoughtfully: "I still remember that before I fell into coma, I checked the time and it was nine o'clock in the evening. When I woke up and looked at the clock again, it was more than nine two o'clock..."

"One minute?"

Feng Li thought: "It is basically the same as the time I verified. In addition, there is another interesting point."

"What is it?"

"When I was unconscious, I was drinking with others. Others thought I was drunk and ignored me... But what I can verify after I woke up is that my body was always in their sight and it definitely did not disappear for more than a minute. .”

"What do you mean?"

Fang Ye frowned.

“Where we go, the body doesn’t go with us, but the consciousness, just our consciousness.”

Feng Li tapped his fingers on the table and said seriously: "Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, according to the older generation, our souls are separated from the body."

"soul?"

If he had heard someone say these words to him seriously dozens of minutes ago, Fang Ye wouldn't even bother to look at him. But now, he had to think about this issue seriously.

"It's unimaginable...the soul is something that even scientists can't figure out."

Fang Ye took out his laptop and said, "Before you come, I found something very interesting."

"Something interesting?"

"It's the horror game "Escape"."

A video began to play on the computer screen. As the video progressed, Feng Li's face became ugly.

"So I basically confirmed two things. First, the architectural environment of that place is indeed exactly the same as "Escape", but the monster that appears is from the movie "Alien". Second, there is definitely something wrong with that Luo Yanfeng. He has many Things are not told to us.”

Feng Li added to Fang Ye's words: "And the time and way he disappeared were so strange. I'm afraid his name is all fake."

"There are many doubts about him, let's not talk about them for now."

Fang Ye lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke, "I wonder if you still remember other people's numbers?"

"I got you."

Feng Li took a pen and wrote three numbers on the white paper: "I remember three of them, one is Ye Qingqing, one is Zhang Meng, and the other is Fang Ting."

"After I woke up, I called Zhang Meng, but it showed no one answered. The same was true for Ye Qingqing, but it was He Ting..."

Feng Li paused for a moment, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "The person who answered the phone was her colleague, saying that she had a sudden illness and had been sent to the hospital."

Fang Ye was silent, and there was nothing unusual on the surface. However, the right hand holding the cigarette was trembling slightly, which meant that his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

"What do you think caused it?"

Fang Ye finally asked, his tone was very difficult.

"When a person is overly frightened, the adrenal glands will suddenly release a large amount of catecholamines, causing the heartbeat to suddenly accelerate, blood pressure to rise, and the oxygen consumption of myocardial metabolism to increase sharply. The excessive blood circulation hits the heart like a flood, tearing myocardial fibers. , heart bleeding, leading to cardiac arrest and death."

Feng Li raised his head and glanced at Fang Ye: "Since the so-called nightmare world can make us unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, it is so easy for it to kill people. No matter what the means, we can't resist anyway."

"Then do you think there will be a second time?"

"There will definitely be one!"

"Why are you so sure?" Fang Ye was surprised.

"To put it bluntly, it's like killing a pig. Just because your pig escaped the slaughter today doesn't mean there won't be another slaughter."

"I will follow these phone numbers to check the specific situation of several of them, and I will contact you tomorrow."

Fang Ye's face turned a little pale as he grabbed the numbers written by Feng Li. Perhaps the matter he was talking about was too heavy.

"Okay, I also need to prepare some things, such as a suicide note or something."

These words sounded like a joke, but Fang Ye couldn't see any trace of joking on his face.