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  This meal was exceptionally vish; perhaps it was because it was free, but Jiang g had taken out every dish he could find.

  With a braised duck leg stuffed in his mouth, he was busy peeling shrimp with his hands, the pile of shells on his pte resembling a small mountain. “Fatty, no matter what, you should eat a little,” he said.

  Fatty sighed; he never knew how to handle Jiang g.

  However, he couldn't stomach the big fish a, so he picked up a piece of cake with his chopsticks and slowly chewed it.

  “Doctor,” he gnced around and asked quietly, “do you think... this world is real?”

  It was as if these words had been bottled up in Fatty's heart for a long time, and he finally voiced them now. He pursed his lips and tinued, “If you say it isn’t, then everyone here feels incredibly real to me, just like in the world we came from. But...”

  “But if it is real, our world wouldn’t randomly have such a situation,” Jiang g spat out a bone and replied indifferently.

  “Exactly.”

  After pulling out a free tissue to wipe his hands, Jiang g looked at Fatty. “I’ve thought about this question before. If the essence of nightmares is a reversal of time and space, theime we push open a door, we should end up ihat people in the past have truly experienced.”

  Fatty listened, not fully uanding, and asked in fusion, “What are y to say, Doctor?”

  “If all of this is in the past, then we ’t ge the oute. In other words, whether we e or not, it has no effe this world.”

  “I don’t quite uand what you mean...”

  Before Fatty could finish, he was interrupted by Jiang g, who was staring toward the door where the night was thiing.

  “But we’ve ged things here, haven’t we? Look around; how could such a se occur in the real world? This pce...” He paused, his voice shifting, “seems to have been prepared for us.”

  Fatty’s pupils slowly tightened. “Are you saying this is a world specially prepared for us?”

  “I don’t know. The evidence I have isn’t enough to support my hypothesis; everything right now is just specution.”

  Jiang g took out two tissues, folded them ly, and put them in his coat pocket.

  His movements were meticulous aing.

  The man in front of Fatty gave him a pletely different impression; he felt like a fiuned mae.

  Every gear, every bearing, and every fual po erating perfectly on its desigrack.

  “Fatty,” Jiang g suddenly spoke, causing the lost-in-thought Fatty to snap back to attention.

  “You’re saying something, Doctor?” Fatty nodded repeatedly. “I’m listening.”

  “Have you ever thought about the outside world?” Jiang g stared outside the door, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

  “The outside world?”

  “Exactly,” Jiang g shifted his gaze back, his eyes filled with something Fatty couldn’t prehend. “I’m talking about outside this school, not just the street across or that café; I’m talking about pces even farther away.”

  “What... what would it be like there?”

  Fatty had never even thought about the things Jiang g was saying. He finally realized what the biggest differeween him and Jiang g was.

  Most people were only thinking about how to survive in the current mission, plotting and scheming without hesitation.

  To stay alive in this task, they had given it their all.

  But Jiang g’s pns had long surpassed the mission itself; he was pting deeper, submerged things.

  Like nightmares and the rules they imposed withiasks.

  The real rules.

  He was a very ho person, always straightforward in life and work, earning what he deserved, without extravagant expectations.

  But he wasn’t foolish; there was no denying that Jiang g’s words had opened a new door for him.

  “I don’t know,” Fatty lowered his head a bit embarrassed, answering holy, then shook his head and whispered, “I’ve hought about these things.”

  The atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

  “Beep, beep, beep.”

  Fatty, with his head down, heard a keypad sound.

  He raised his head and looked at Jiang g in fusion.

  He realized that Jiang g had straightened up, holding a phone in his right hand, dialing a number.

  All the ptes and bowls oable were pushed aside, revealing a piece of paper underh.

  The paper looked like it had been torn from somewhere, with uneven edges still showing jagged cuts.

  Upon closer iion, it was densely written with names, apanied by corresponding phone numbers.

  Fatty's eyes slowly widened. “This is...”

  He reized the paper's texture; it was very simir to the orative booklet they found in the archives, that kind of oily, frosted feel.

  Putting the phoo his ear, Jiang g remained silent, causing Fatty to hold his breath.

  This time, Jiang g didn’t speak first either, but Fatty gradually noticed that as the call tinued, Jiang g's expression began to ge slowly.

  Even though he was anxious, he didn’t dare interrupt Jiang g.

  It turned out that while Jiang g might sometimes be unreliable, there were moments when he was remarkably dependable.

  At least the reason why his current body, weighing over 200 pounds, was still lively and kig was rgely thanks to Jiang g.

  After a long while, Jiang g hung up the phone and shoved it bato the pocket he had pulled it from.

  He then put away the paper in front of him.

  “Doctor,” Fatty swallowed, “What did they say oher end?”

  Jiang g stood up and casually slung his camera bag over his shoulder. “Didn’t get through; they said the person is out of the service area.”

  Fatty was taken aback.

  How could that be?

  He hadn’t iionally calcuted the time Jiang g had been on the phone, but it had definitely exceeded a minute.

  Could it really take that long to not get through?

  Though puzzled, Fatty merely muttered an i sound.

  He wisely chose not to pry further.

  Since Jiang g had said so, he must have his reasons. After this period of tact, he had developed the most basic trust in him.

  Even if Jiang g occasionally said something pletely nonsensical, like g to be the KTV night headliner.

  Mr. Lu Xun once said that trust is a ical goodwill.

  Fatty wholeheartedly agreed.

  “Let’s go,” Jiang g finished pag his things, ensuring nothing was left behind, and walked out the door first.

  Fatty trailed a step behind and hurriedly called out, “Doctor, are we going back to the dorm?”

  “No,” Jiang g stopped in front of the cafeteria door, quickly assessing the dire, and poio the side. “This way, we’re going to the equipmeer.”

  Fatty halted, his expression turning grim. “But it’s already dark; should we really go now?”

  “Fatty,” Jiang g turned his head and seriously looked into Fatty's eyes, “Since we left the archive room, have you seen any other students?”

  Fatty thought carefully, his throat involuntarily swallowing. “No.”

  “Do you know why?”

  Looking at Jiang g’s expression, Fatty felt an ominous premonition rising in his heart and trembled, “Why?”

  Jiang g tilted his head, gazing at the night sky above.

  The sky was thick like a clump of ink that wouldn’t dissolve, with no moon and not even a star in sight.

  “It won’t brighten up anymore.” Jiang g said.

  (End of the Chapter)

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