Nomenclature of Night

Chapter 9: nightmare

"I recognize the paddling fish, but is the **** of the stirrer plausible?" Lin Xiaoxiao stared at Ye Wan, "It's okay for the boss to bury me, what are you messing around?"

"Just tell the truth," Ye Wan replied calmly: "Speaking of business, how are you going to test that kid?"

Lin Xiaoxiao thought for a while, then smiled meaningfully: "Let him have a nightmare first."

Ye Wan frowned: "It's enough."

"rest assured."

At this time, there was a commotion behind the prisoners' food team, and Lin Xiaoxiao looked over.

Prison No. 18 is like a huge and empty iron box. At the time of the meal, 21 robotic guards were distributed around, and each one was armed with live ammunition.

They have no human emotions and deal with all emergencies in this prison.

The 21 robotic guards are a bit less than the more than 3,000 prisoners, but every prisoner here knows that drones and six-barrel metal storms embedded in the high dome above their heads are the real threat.

Cold and powerful.

At lunchtime, all the prisoners came to the restaurant on time and lined up in columns, and then they ate their meals in order of floors.

Not only that, every prisoner must also stand in his own position.

If a newcomer can't remember his position in the queue, he will immediately be surrounded by robot guards to warn him. If he cannot return to his position after warning, he will be punished by electric shocks by the robot guards, and then escorted to their position.

The new prisoners received a welcoming ceremony in the morning. How can the dizzy ones remember where they originally stood? So they were punished by electric shocks by machine guards one by one.

As for the old prisoners, they waited for them to make a fool of themselves one by one like watching a joke. This seemed to be a regular entertainment every time a new prisoner was escorted in.

At this time, the old prisoners suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why didn't the young man who played chess with Uncle Li be punished in the morning?

Everyone looked in the crowd, and suddenly found that Qing Chen was standing in his own position, watching everything calmly.

It's weird. Every column has 500 people, so many strange faces stand together. Why can this young man find his place?

And Qing Chen was looking at the "new people" who were imprisoned with him.

All the newcomers didn't have any scars on their faces, but they walked in a very strange posture, as if they were suffering from pain.

It seems that the prisoners are also well-measured, and if they don't slap their faces, they won't be fatal.

He walked forward with the plate, but a hand suddenly pulled him out of the cooking team.

Qing Chen was stunned. He turned his head and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao pulling him as he walked and said, "You don't have to line up with them in the future. Who can play chess with the boss, what line of line?"

Qing Chen looked at the machine guards subconsciously, for fear that he would be punished by electric shock if he stepped out of the formation.

As a result, he found that the robot guard had completely ignored him and urged other prisoners to fill his position!

Qing Chen couldn't understand that even if Li Shu's peer status was special, he wouldn't be so special, right? !

Lin Xiaoxiao dragged him through the long lines, cooking, sitting opposite Li Shutong and eating, all the actions were done in one go.

The prisoners on both sides watched this scene silently, and everyone's eyes were firmly on Qing Chen's body.

The noisy environment instantly quieted down, as if everyone was holding their breath.

At this moment they realized that Qing Chen was no longer the same as them.

Lin Xiaoxiao squatted on the chair next to Qingchen and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised. People who can play chess with the boss naturally have some special treatment. Eat quickly, although the food in prison 18 is not delicious at all. ."

Qing Chen raised his head to look at Li Shutong on the opposite side. The other side ate slowly, without intending to talk to him.

He looked into the crowd again, Lu Guangyi in the queue was quietly giving him a thumbs up...

Qing Chen didn't understand that Li Shutong was only willing to play chess with him in the morning. How could his attitude toward him change so much after a morning.

Is it because of your identity in this world?

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At 8:40 in the evening, Qing Chen returned to his cell at the prescribed time.

When everyone else was lining up and returning to the room, he tried to leave the team and move freely. Sure enough, the machine guards no longer cared about him.

As long as he is walking in his cell, the robotic guard will not pay attention to him.

The prisoners looked at him with envy, and Qing Chen walked in the long corridor like a maverick wolf.

The cell in the single room was empty. After the alloy gate was closed, he went to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face.

It's just that he didn't take two steps, and Qing Chen suddenly felt a strong drowsiness coming.

This sleepiness is extremely abnormal, even if he overuses his brain during the day, he won't be so sleepy that his willpower can't support it.

It's weird!

Before he could think about it, Qing Chen lay down on the ground.

In the dream, Qing Chen stood soberly in the living room of a dim villa.

At first he knew it was a dream, and he knew that his body was still in the cell.

But after two seconds, he forgot everything, as if he should have been here, and no longer remembered that it was a dream.

In the living room of the villa, there is a firewood burning in the fireplace. There is a unique smell of humidity in the house. The moisture in the house is being baked and evaporated by the fireplace and condensed on the roof.

There was a crystal ceiling on the high roof, and Qing Chen couldn't find its switch after looking around for a week.

This room is full of strange feelings.

Qing Chen's pupils narrowed suddenly.

There is blood on the stairs on the second floor

There were cat scratches on the sofa in the living room, and the leather was cut by sharp claws.

Photo frames were placed on the table of the fireplace. The glass of the frame was broken and the photos disappeared.

There are blue-gray knife cut marks on the wall, and when the fireplace flame is beating, the marks on the wall and the cracks on the sofa are twisting strangely.

On the carpet, there is a **** dagger.

Someone wrote two eye-catching characters on the floor next to the carpet with blood stains: there is a ghost.

Boom boom boom, there was a knock on the door.

Qing Chen took a deep breath, he did not touch anything in the house and walked to the door: "Who?"

A relaxed voice came from outside: "Police, siren number 27149, is that the police you called? Please open the door."

Qing Chen frowned. The voice of the other party was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Strange, is there a problem with my memory?

He hesitated to open the door, and outside was a young policeman holding the case record book in his hand.

As soon as the police opened the door, he saw blood flowing down the stairs leading to the second floor. He walked up the stairs quickly and said as he walked: "Reporter, please stand still and lock the door!"

Qing Chen was a little puzzled. The policeman's acting style didn't seem to be in line with the process, and he didn't even have a gun.

But don't know why, he subconsciously obeyed the other's instructions.

The young policeman went upstairs, and Qing Chen always stood at the door.

Before half a minute, there was another knock on the door.

Qing Chen asked: "Who?"

"Police, siren number 27149, was it the police you called? Please open the door."

Qing Chen was stunned. The alarm number 27149 had already gone upstairs, who was outside the door?

At this moment, someone in the subconscious suddenly asked him in a gloomy voice: What would you do at this time? Guess, which one is true inside and outside the door? Or, neither is true.

The police outside the door are urging: "Hello, please open the door."

Qing Chen took a deep breath again and walked into the room. He wanted to bend down to pick up the **** dagger on the floor, but there seemed 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.

Some people don't want him to take the knife.

Someone wants to trap him here.

But the countdown to return on his arm was still beating, and his heart and blood were still beating and flowing.

He came to this icy mechanical world by himself, and there was no turning back.

"Go away," Qing Chen said coldly, the pupils in his eyes narrowed again, as if he had used all his courage to turn into a sharp blade and cut something.

There was an inexplicable sound of glass shattering in the empty living room of the villa, and the obstacle between him and the dagger shattered.

Someone gave a soft hey.

Qing Chen picked up the knife, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Suddenly, an unknown voice was asking him: What are you doing with the knife, won't you open the door to Mr. Police?

Qing Chen replied in a cold voice: "Wait until I kill the inside before opening it."

Lin Xiaoxiao: "???"

At this time, Qing Chen finally remembered. While removing the obstacle when he took the knife before, it also broke the shield of this nightmare from his memory.

He recognized that this was Lin Xiaoxiao's voice, and that the young policeman also looked like Lin Xiaoxiao.

He was in the nightmare Lin Xiaoxiao created for him.

This world seems to be more interesting.

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