The meal was very sumptuous. Perhaps because it was free of charge, Jiang Cheng brought out all the dishes he could.
Jiang Cheng stuffed a braised duck leg in his mouth and was still picking up crayfish in his hand. The shrimp shells on the plate were piled up like a hill. "Fat man, you should eat some anyway."
The fat man let out a breath. He always had nothing to do with Jiang Cheng.
But he couldn't eat the big fish and meat, so he picked up a piece of corn tortilla with chopsticks, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"Doctor," he looked around and asked in a low voice, "Do you think... is this the real world?"
These words seemed to have been held in Fatty's heart for a long time, and he didn't say them out until now. He pursed his lips and continued: "If you want to say it, it's not true. The feeling given to me by everyone here is extremely real. Just It’s the same as the world we live in, but..."
"But if you say yes, such a situation will not happen in our world for no reason," Jiang Cheng spat out the bones in his mouth and said nonchalantly.
"That's right."
Taking out the free tissue and wiping his hands, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man, "I have thought about this problem before. If the essence of nightmares is the reversal of time and space, then every time we open the door, the place we come to should be the people we once were. Really experienced."
The fat man seemed to understand what he heard, and asked doubtfully: "What do you want to say, doctor?"
"If all this is in the past, then we can't change the outcome at all. In other words, whether we come or not has no impact on the world."
"I don't quite understand what you mean..."
Before the fat man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Cheng. He stared in the direction of the door, where the night was getting thicker.
"But we have changed this place, haven't we? Look around you, how could such a scene happen in the real world? Here..." He paused and his voice changed, "It's like it was prepared for us. ."
The fat man's pupils slowly narrowed, "You mean this is a world prepared for us alone?"
"I don't know. The evidence currently available is not enough to support my inference. Everything now is just speculation."
Jiang Cheng took out two clean tissues, folded them, and put them into his coat pocket.
The movements are rigorous and meticulous.
The man in front of him now gave Fatty a completely different feeling. He was like a sophisticated machine.
Every gear, every bearing, every basic component is on its own track, functioning perfectly.
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng suddenly said, and the entranced fat man made a clever move.
"You said doctor," the fat man nodded repeatedly, "I'm listening."
"Have you ever thought about...the outside world?" Jiang Cheng stared at the door, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
"outside world?"
"Yes," Jiang Cheng looked back, with something in his eyes that the fat man couldn't understand, "it's just outside this school, not just the street opposite, that cafe, I'm talking about... .farther away.”
"What...will it be like there?"
Fatty never thought about what Jiang Cheng said. Only then did he finally realize that he and Jiang Cheng... no, it was the biggest difference between them and Jiang Cheng.
Most people are just thinking about how to survive this mission, and for this purpose, they will not hesitate to plot and conspire.
They have tried their best to survive the mission.
But Jiangcheng's layout had already transcended the mission itself. He was thinking about something deeper that was submerged in the deep water.
For example, nightmares, and the rules in tasks given by nightmares.
The real rules.
He is a very honest person. He does his duty no matter in life or work. He earns the money he deserves without any assumptions or extravagant expectations.
But he is not stupid. It is undeniable that Jiang Cheng's words opened a new door for him.
"I don't know," the fat man lowered his head in shame and answered honestly. Then he shook his head and whispered, "I have never thought about this."
The atmosphere became a little subtle for a while...
"Dip, drip, drip."
The fat man lowered his head and heard the sound of a button.
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng doubtfully.
I found that the latter had sat up straight, holding a mobile phone in his right hand and dialing a number.
All the plates and bowls on the dining table were pushed aside, and a piece of paper was spread on them.
The paper must have been torn off from something, and there were still jagged gaps in the corners.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are names of people written on it, followed by corresponding phone numbers.
The fat man slowly widened his eyes, "This is..."
He recognized the material of the paper, which was very similar to the souvenir album they found in the archives. It had an oily matte texture.
Putting the phone to his ear, Jiang Cheng remained silent, and the fat man couldn't help but hold his breath.
This time Jiang Cheng still didn't speak first, but Fatty gradually discovered that as the call continued, Jiang Cheng's expression slowly changed.
But no matter how anxious he was, he didn't dare to interrupt Jiang Cheng.
Facts have proved that although the latter is sometimes unreliable, sometimes it is surprisingly reliable.
At least the reason why my current body weighing more than 200 kilograms is still alive and kicking is mostly due to Jiang Cheng.
After a while, Jiang Cheng turned off his phone and stuffed it back into the pocket he took out.
Then he put away the paper in front of him.
"Doctor," the fat man swallowed, "what do you say to the other side?"
Jiang Cheng stood up and put his camera bag on his back. "I didn't get through. They said the other party was not in the service area."
The fat man was stunned for a moment.
how come?
He didn't deliberately calculate the time it took Jiang Cheng to answer the phone, but it was definitely more than a minute.
Didn't get through...Does it take so long?
Although he was confused, the fat man still squeaked vaguely.
He wisely chose not to talk.
Since Jiang Cheng said this, there must be a reason for him, and after this period of contact, he also developed the most basic trust in the latter.
Even though Jiang Cheng sometimes suddenly has a short circuit in his head and says some inexplicable things like he is the number one on the night shift of KTV.
Mr. Lu Xun once said that trust is a kind of funny goodwill.
The fat man believed it.
"Let's go," Jiang Cheng packed up his things and left nothing behind before heading out the door.
The fat man took a step slower and finally chased him out. "Doctor," he said hurriedly, "are we going back to the dormitory?"
"No," Jiang Cheng stood in front of the cafeteria door, briefly identified the direction, pointed to one side and said, "Go this way, let's go to the equipment center."
After a pause, the fat man's face became very ugly, "But...it's already dark now, let's go now..."
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng turned his head and stared into Fatty's eyes very seriously, "Have you seen a student since we left the archives?"
The fat man thought about it carefully and his throat rolled uncontrollably, "No."
"Do you know why?"
Looking at Jiang Cheng's expression, Fatty had an ominous premonition in his heart, and asked tremblingly: "Why?"
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the night above his head.
The sky was as thick as a ball of ink that couldn't be smeared. There was no moon, and there were no stars.
"It won't get brighter again..." Jiang Cheng said.
