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“Something did happened,” Jiang g answered without hesitation.
A vague, lewd smile spread across the Fatty's face as he stretched his neck, licked his lips, and squinted his eyes, pretending to ask, “What did you two do?”
“She asked me about that neer,” Jiang g replied, “After realizing she wasn’t good enough for me, she flipped out and tried to take the neer back.”
The Fatty paused for a moment. After a while, he blinked and asked softly, “And then?”
Jiang g g the Fatty. He didn’t speak immediately, but his gaze veyed a lot of information.
The Fatty’s throat tightened, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.
“I told her you took the neer,” Jiang g leaned ba his chair. After a few seds, he looked at the Fatty and tinued, “As for the rest, you remember to make up the details. ime you see her, don’t let anything slip.”
“Doctor,” the Fatty’s skin twitched, “Don’t you think that maybe the reason you’re an orphan has something to do with you as well?”
Their versation seemed to end abruptly and wasn’t very pleasant, which Jiang g could tell from the Fatty's behavior ter on.
After breakfast, Jiang g sat at his desk and began w. He pulled out the medical records of some follow-up patients and called their retives to inquire about their recovery.
But every time the phone ected, either the sound of “ping pong” from the upstairs repair work or the crazed chopping of vegetables i could be heard.
Those who knew would reize it as the Fatty ing fish, while others might think someone was dismembering a body.
With no other choice, Jiang g had to ihe Fatty over for a talk.
The time was set for the afternoon.
Lunch quickly arrived, and Jiang g po make an effort to be nice during the lunch break to try to recile with the Fatty.
He decided to pliment the Fatty's cooking skills.
However, as soon as the dishes were served, Jiang g lost his appetite.
The Fatty had divided each dish equally between them.
For example, with the spicy chi dish, Jiang g's pte was filled with only peppers, while the Fatty’s pte iled high with chi.
The sweet and sour fish was the same; the fish head was his, and the body of the fish went to the Fatty.
After Jiang g had a few bites, he couldn’t resist reag for a pieeat from the Fatty's pte. To his surprise, the Fatty silently moved the meat into his own bowl and began mixing it as he ate.
Jiang g stared at the bright red ri the Fatty's bowl, and couldn’t help but smack his lips.
“Fatty,” Jiang g asked in a very friendly tone, “I remember you worked as a kit assistant at the Yellow e Tower Hotel. Your cooking is quite good. If you kept it up, you might even bee the head chef!”
“You’re mistaken, doctor,” the Fatty didn’t even lift his head. “I worked as a er at Yellow e Tower, mainly scrubbing toilets.”
After a long while...
“I’m doing,” the Fatty stood up, while colleg his ptes and utensils, he said, “I still have to wash the dishes. Doctor, you eat slowly.”
The Fatty took his bowl auro the kit. A few seds ter, the sound of running water and the king of dishes could be heard.
Jiang g lowered his head and looked at the half-finished sweet and sour fish left oe.
After lunch, Jiang g went upstairs for a short nap, as he had just e out of a nightmare the previous night, and the exhaustion wasn’t something that could be recovered from in a single night.
Through three nightmare tasks, he had gradually figured out some of the taboos or rules within them.
First, each door led to a pletely different world, but in a certain sehat world really existed. It was like a fragment plucked from a distant stretch of history by the hand of a god.
No matter what they did, they couldn’t ge the oute of the story, only the process.
That’s all.
Sed, nightmares were like an amplified seleeism with their own rewards and punishments.
The punishments were self-expnatory, as the ghosts made that clear.
What Jiang g was more ed about was the so-called reward.
At this point, he had already uood that if the st person survived, after all the teammates had died, they would receive a bnk piece of paper.
It was said that this paper could protee from the ghosts’ attacks.
Of course, it wasn’t perma—just one use. After it was used, the bnk paper would disappear.
This was something Yu Wen, whom he had saved in the previous round, told him. She had survived the ghost’s attack thanks to the bnk paper.
Thinking of this, Jiang g squinted, and once again, Xiaomeng’s figure appeared in his mind.
In the Qian family’s abandoned building, Xiaomeng was able to escape from the ghosts while locked in a wardrobe. This couldn’t just be expined by luck.
She must have had a piece of that paper too.
But it had likely been used up during the ghost’s attack.
This expined why, when searg her body ter, he only found clues in the form of a group photo, but not the life-saving bnk paper.
From his first enter with her, Jiang g had seen that Xiaomeng was experienced irayieammates. If he hadn’t intervened in time, she would have succeeded again.
She was far strohan Yu Wen and must have had one of those papers as well.
Jiang g’s decision to go down solo this time was with the iion of obtaining such a piece of paper, but uedly, a woman named Li Lu had beaten him to it.
He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could eliminate all his teammates, but he had ways of finding useful items from them.
Xiaomeng was the best example.
Unfortunately, he had been a step too slow. Otherwise, that piece of bnk paper would have been his.
Third, Jiang g still hadn’t figured out the retionship between the neer and the bnk paper, but he could tell that the priority of the neer was lower than that of the bnk paper.
After all, the tter could save a life.
But to say that the bnk paper was superior to the neer wouldn’t be erue, as they served different purposes.
The bnk paper was for life-saving, while the neer tained clues reted to the task.
For example, if a normal persoo enter a nightmare and had to choose betweewo, it was better to choose the clue-den neer as it offered a greater ce of survival.
Because relying purely oion to survive wasn’t easy, and even if they had a ce to save themselves, o was used up, they would still die.
And it would be more painful than before.
To put it in an inappropriate analogy, it would be like a prisoner blindfolded, kneeling in front of a firing squad. The shooter pulls the trigger, and the gun misfires.
Then they just reload and shoot again.
The result is the same: the prisoill dies, but the experience is more terrifying before the end. Thinking about it, having the bnk paper might be worse than not having it at all.
But fh-level pyers like Li Lu and Xiaomeng, the situation was entirely different.
(End of the Chapter)
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