Ye Wan calmly replied, "On business, how are you going to test the boy?"
Lin Xiaoxiao thought for a while, then smiled meaningfully: "Let him have a nightmare first."
Ye Ye frowned, "Stop where you can go."
"Don't worry."
At this time, Qingchen also came to line up for lunch.
He carried the plate forward, but one hand suddenly pulled him out of the rice line.
Qingchen is stunned. Lin Xiaoxiao pulls him and walks, saying, "You don't have to queue up with them in the future. People who can play chess with the boss will queue up."
The prisoners on both sides watched this scene in silence, and all eyes were closely attached to Qingchen.
The noisy environment suddenly quieted down, as if everyone held their breath.
At this moment, they realized that Qingchen was no longer the same as them.
Lin Xiaoxiao squatted on the chair beside Qingchen and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised. People who can play chess with the boss naturally need to have some special treatment. Eat quickly, although the food in prison 18 is not delicious at all."
Qingchen looks up at Li Shutong in the opposite direction. The other party is eating slowly and has no intention of talking with him.
He looked into the crowd, and the road in the queue was quietly giving him a thumbs up
……
At 8:40 p.m., Qingchen returned to his cell at the specified time.
When everyone else was queuing back to his room, he tried to move freely out of the team. Sure enough, the machine guards no longer cared about him.
The prisoners looked at him with envious eyes, and Qingchen walked in the long corridor, like a lone wolf.
The single cell was empty. When the alloy gate was closed, he went to the washstand to brush his teeth and face.
But without taking two steps, he suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming.
This sleepy feeling is extremely abnormal. Even if he uses his brain excessively during the day, he will not be so sleepy that his willpower cannot support it.
It's weird!
Before he could think about it, Qingchen lay down on the ground.
In the dream, Qingchen stood soberly in the living room of a dim villa.
At first, he knew it was a dream, and he was very clear that his body was still in the cell.
But two seconds later, he forgot everything, as if he should have been here, and no longer remembered that it was a dream.
There is firewood burning in the fireplace in the living room of the villa. There is a unique damp smell in the house. The water in the house is being baked and evaporated by the fireplace and condensed on the roof.
There is a crystal ceiling on the high roof. Qingchen couldn't find its switch after looking around for a week.
When looking around, Qingchen's pupils suddenly narrowed.
There is blood on the stairs on the second floor.
There are cat scratch marks on the sofa placed in the living room, and the leather has been cut one crack after another by sharp claws.
A picture frame was placed on the table of the fireplace. The glass of the picture frame was broken, and the photo disappeared.
There are blue-green knife marks on the wall. When the fireplace flame beats, the marks on the wall and the cracks on the sofa are twisted strangely.
On the carpet, there is a bloody dagger.
Someone wrote two bold characters on the floor next to the carpet with blood stains: Ghost.
There was a knock at the door.
Qingchen took a deep breath. He didn't touch anything in the room and went to the door: "Who?"
A relaxed voice came from outside: "Police, police number 27149, did you call the police? Please open the door."
Qingchen hesitates to open the door. Outside, a young policeman is holding the case record book.
As soon as the policeman opened the door, he saw blood flowing down the stairs leading to the second floor. He quickly walked up the stairs and said, "Reporter, please stand still and lock the door!"
Qingchen was a little confused, but he didn't know why, so he subconsciously obeyed the other party's orders.
When the young policeman went upstairs, Qingchen stood at the door all the time.
Half a minute later, there was a knock on the door again.
Qingchen asked, "Who?"
"Police, police number 27149, did you call the police? Please open the door."
Qingchen is stunned for a moment. Isn't the police number 27149 already upstairs... Who is that outside the door?!
The police outside the door are urging: "Hello, please open the door."
Qingchen takes a deep breath again and walks into the room. He wants to bend down to pick up the bloody dagger on the stall, but there seems to be a transparent barrier between him and the dagger.
He is only one step away from the dagger, but he can never touch it.
Someone doesn't want him to hold a knife.
Someone wants to trap him here.
But the countdown to the return on his arm is still beating, and his heart and blood are also beating and flowing.
He came to this cold mechanical world alone and without any worries, and there was no way back.
"Go away," Qingchen said in a cold voice. His eyes narrowed again, as if he had used all his courage to turn into a sharp blade and cut something open.
The inexplicable sound of broken glass sounded in the empty living room of the villa, and the barrier between him and the dagger was broken.
Someone gave a soft cry.
Qingchen picks up his knife and turns to walk towards the stairs.
Outside the door, the policeman shouted: "Open the door, reporter, why don't you open the door for me?"
Qingchen replied in a cold voice, "I will open it for you after I kill the one inside."
Lin Xiaoxiao: "???"
At this time, Qingchen finally remembered that when he was holding the knife, he had broken the barrier to his memory as well as the nightmare.
It turned out that he was in the nightmare created for him by Lin Xiaoxiao.
The world seems more interesting.