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  After properly st the remaining seafood, the fatty washed his hands and shook them dry as he walked out of the kit. He sat down on the couch across from Jiang g.

  "Doctor," the fatty hesitated before speaking, "You're not busy right now, are you?"

  Jiang g was half-reed in his chair, one hand holding a toothpick as he picked his teeth, while the other hand scrolled through short videos. In one of the videos, a young woman was dang eically, which caused Jiang g’s face to turn a little rosy.

  "At this time, they're all sleeping to maintain their beauty, and the phone isn't going through," he replied casually.

  The fatty was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seds, he realized what Jiang g meant. He quickly crified, "Doctor, you misuood. I wasn't asking about the rien, I was asking about... about the task."

  Upon hearing the word "task," Jiang g showed the bare minimum respect. He thought for a moment, then turned off his phone a down on the desk.

  Seeing this, the fatty became more formal. He straightened up and leaned slightly forward, saying, "Doctor, it’s still the same question from before," pausing briefly, then tinuing, "What exactly does the clue refer to? And who does it belong to?"

  At the mention of the clue, Jiang g lifted his head, and his gaze toward the fatty ged slightly. Whety was being stared at like that, his first instinct was to avoid eye tact, as if afraid of being discovered.

  "Go on," Jiang g gestured with a slight lift of his , seemingly intrigued. His finger, which had been lightly tapping the desk, stopped.

  The fatty pressed his lips together, looking as though he had made a big decision, and his voice dropped in pitch. "I think that since Zhang Yinyin would ihe body of the woman in the gsam, the so-called clue must be something tangible, not just a message."

  "And since we had just ehe mission, the clue wouldn't have been found within it. It must have been something brought in beforehand."

  He tio analyze, "That thing wouldn't have beeherwise, it wouldn't expin why Zhang Yinyin had to undo the gsam to search. Anything that could be hidden in such a tight-fitting gsam must be either very small or..."

  The fatty suddenly stopped speaking, his expression plicated as he looked at Jiang g, his gaze being strange.

  "Or very thin," Jiang g naturally picked up where he left off. He leaned back, half of his body sunk into the fortable office chair.

  From the fatty's angle, half of Jiang g’s face was hidden in shadow.

  "Like..." Jiang g extended his hand to gesture, "About as thin as a neer."

  Upon hearing this, the fatty’s pupils stricted.

  Indeed.

  Although he wasn’t particurly intelligent, he wasn’t stupid either.

  During the mission, due to the intense pressure, he hadn’t had the time to think much, and things that seemed off were easily overlooked.

  But after leaving the mission, especially after being awakened by a nightmare this m, the straails began to surfa his mind.

  The fatty admitted that Jiang g was very clever, but his performan this task had been too outstanding.

  Not only did he trol the pace of the mission with precision, but he had also delivered a crushing blow to his teammates on all fronts.

  He could tell that people like Zhang Yinyin, Yu Wen, Zhen Jianren, and Luo Yi were all difficult characters, but in the end, they were all wiped out.

  Meanwhile, Jiang g, who had carried him through as a burden, had e through unscathed.

  It turned out the clue wasn’t with them but with Jiang g.

  The clue was the neer that Xiaomeng had given Jiang g.

  Of course, the fatty still didn’t believe the story about Xiaomeng giving him the neer; it was all just Jiang g’s word.

  "Doctor," the fatty was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did you already know that the neer was the clue?"

  Jiang g picked up his water cup, took a sip, and said something that made the fatty ponder deeply. "If I had known earlier, do you think I would have kept that neer on me?"

  The fatty furrowed his brow, and after a few seds, he spoke up. "So..." His voice stretched out long, "Are we involved in this task because of that neer?"

  The fatty had always been fused about their sed involvement iask.

  Now it was clear: no matter how terrifying the nightmare, it always left a way out for the pyers.

  There could never be a situation where death was iable in the nightmare.

  That was the rule.

  But the reality was, withihan 24 hours, they were once again drawn into anhtmare during the sed night’s sleep.

  This tradicted the premise of the task rule, which didn’t allow for a situation where death was guaranteed.

  Though the injuries would heal after each task, the energy expended could not be replenished.

  It was as if they had gohrough several days and nights of intense mental exertion, had a brief rest of less than one day, and thehrown bato another mental storm.

  What was more terrifying was that failure in the game meah.

  In the real world, that meant a mysterious disappearance.

  No matter how strong a person was, they wouldn’t survive the releorment of nightmares without enough rest.

  Even Jiang g.

  The fatty didn’t think that with Jiang g’s current dition, he would make it through the third task unscathed.

  "That neer was the key to starting this task," Jiang g’s voice was calm and cold. The fatty rarely saw this side of Jiang g.

  Wheopped his usual teasing, his face gave the fatty a pletely unfamiliar feeling, causing him to involuntarily straighten up. The intense pressure hit him like a tidal wave, making him feel breathless.

  " Xiaomeng..." The fatty's face turned red, his breath beiic. "So... that neer was a reward from the st task, and Xiaomeng got it."

  There was a long pause, but the fatty khat what he had said was correct.

  The part of the story was simple. As a newer, Jiang g didn’t know the neer’s significe, so he kept it close ao sleep.

  But uedly, by act, this had triggered a new round of nightmares.

  Just as Jiang g had said, that neer was a key.

  But uhe first time when they passively ehe nightmare, this time, they had actively chosen to do so.

  In a ossessing the "key" gave them trol over whether they ehe nightmare or not.

  Although the fatty thought about it a lot, thoughts were strahings—one part of the puzzle clicked, the rest fell into pce within a few seds.

  "Doctor," the fatty looked up, bit his lip, and lowered his voice, asking, "When did you realize this?"

  Jiang g g him and calmly responded, "art?"

  "The clue..." The fatty involuntarily swallowed and whispered, "The clue wasn’t in their hands. It was in yours, the neer."

  Jiang g leaned ba his chair and seemed to seriously think for a moment before speaking, "Probably the night I realized that someone was sneaking around among us."

  "Luo Yi?" The fatty recalled the se from that night.

  (End of the Chapter)

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