Chapter 107 Newspaper

After properly storing the remaining seafood, Fatty washed his hands, shaking them dry as he walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa opposite Jiang Cheng.

"Doctor," Fatty began hesitantly, "are you busy right now?"

Jiang Cheng was half-reclined in his chair, picking his teeth with a toothpick in one hand and scrolling through short videos on his phone with the other. The girls in the videos were dancing energetically, and his face flushed slightly.

"They're sleeping and taking care of their complexion at this hour. I can't reach them on the phone..." he said evasively.

Fatty was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant a few seconds later. He quickly explained, "Doctor, you misunderstood. I'm not asking about the rich ladies. I wanted to ask about... about things in the mission."

Upon hearing the word "mission," Jiang Cheng showed the most basic respect.

He thought for a moment, then turned off his phone and placed it on the table.

Seeing this, Fatty also became very serious.

He sat up straight, leaning slightly forward. "Doctor, it's still that same question," he paused, then continued, "What exactly does that clue refer to? And who has it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his head, his gaze towards Fatty changing slightly. When Fatty met this gaze, his first reaction was to subconsciously look away.

It was as if... he was worried that the other person would discover something.

"Continue," Jiang Cheng said.

Jiang Cheng raised his chin slightly, seeming intrigued. The index finger that had been gently tapping the table also stopped.

Pressing his lips together, Fatty seemed to have made a great decision, and his voice became low. "I think that since Zhang Yinyin searched the qipao woman's body, the so-called clue should be a physical object, not something like a verbal message."

"And since we had just entered the mission at the time, the clue wouldn't have been found during the mission. It must have been brought with us from the start."

He continued to analyze, "The object wouldn't be large. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Zhang Yinyin had to unfasten the qipao to search. Something that can be hidden in a close-fitting qipao must either be very small, or..."

Fatty suddenly stopped talking, looking at Jiang Cheng with a complex expression, his eyes becoming strange.

"Or very thin," Jiang Cheng naturally took over the sentence. He leaned back, half his body sinking into the comfortable office chair.

From Fatty's perspective, half of the doctor's face was hidden in shadow.

"Like..." He gestured with his hand, "about as thin as a newspaper."

Hearing this, Fatty's pupils contracted.

As expected...

Although he wasn't smart, he definitely wasn't stupid.

During the mission, due to the high level of tension, he wasn't even sure if he could save his life, so naturally he didn't have time to think about anything else.

Some strange things were overlooked.

But after leaving the mission, especially after being awakened by a nightmare this morning, when he replayed the mission in his mind, those strange doubts emerged one after another.

Fatty admitted that Jiang Cheng was very clever, but... his performance in this mission was a bit too prominent.

Not only was his control of the rhythm very precise, but it could be said that he completely crushed his teammates in every aspect.

He could see that several people, including Zhang Yinyin, Yu Wen, Zhen Jianren, and Luo Yi... were all very troublesome characters, but in the end, they all died.

And the doctor, who was carrying him, the burden, was unharmed.

It turned out that the clue wasn't on these people, but on the doctor.

The clue was the newspaper that Chen Xiaomeng gave to the doctor.

Of course, Fatty still didn't believe that Chen Xiaomeng gave the newspaper. It was all Jiang Cheng's word.

"Doctor," Fatty stammered for a while before asking, "Did you know all along that the newspaper was the clue?"

Jiang Cheng picked up his water glass, took a sip, and said something that made Fatty think, "If I had known earlier, do you think I would have carried that newspaper with me?"

Fatty frowned, then opened his mouth a few seconds later, "So..." he drew out the word, "we were dragged into the mission this time because of that newspaper?"

Fatty had always been somewhat puzzled about their second time being drawn into a mission.

Now it could be confirmed that even the most terrifying nightmare would leave a way out for the players who entered.

Nightmares were not allowed to have unwinnable situations.

This was the rule.

But the reality was that in less than 24 hours, during the dream of the second night, they were drawn into the nightmare again.

All of this was contrary to the premise in the mission rules that unwinnable situations were not allowed.

Although the injuries they sustained after each mission would be healed, the energy they expended could not be replenished.

They were essentially thrown into the next mental storm after experiencing days and nights of high-intensity mental exertion, with only less than a day of rest in between.

What was even more terrifying was that the price of failing the game was death.

In reality, it manifested as a strange disappearance.

No matter how strong a person was, they could not survive the successive tortures of nightmares and the lack of adequate rest.

Not even Jiang Cheng.

Fatty didn't think that he could safely get through the third mission in his current state.

"That newspaper is the key to opening this mission," Jiang Cheng's voice sounded even and cold. Fatty rarely saw Jiang Cheng like this.

After putting away his usual teasing demeanor, his face gave Fatty a completely unfamiliar feeling, causing the latter to sit up straight unconsciously. A huge pressure surged like a tide, making it difficult for Fatty to breathe.

"Chen Xiaomeng..." Fatty's face flushed red, and his breathing became disordered. "So... that newspaper was the reward from the last mission, and Chen Xiaomeng got it."

He didn't hear Jiang Cheng's answer for a long time, but Fatty knew he was right.

The rest of the matter became simple. Jiang Cheng, who was also a newbie, didn't know the use of the newspaper, so he kept it close to his body and then went to sleep.

But he didn't expect that he would accidentally start a new round of nightmares.

Just as Jiang Cheng said, that newspaper was a key.

But unlike the first time they were passively drawn into the nightmare, this time, they actively chose it.

In a way, holding the "key" in their hands meant they controlled the initiative of whether or not to enter the nightmare.

Don't think Fatty thought too much, but thoughts are strange things. Once one thing is figured out, the rest will be easily solved, taking only ten seconds or so.

"Doctor," Fatty raised his head, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, "When did you realize this?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said faintly, "Realize what?"

"The clue..." Fatty's throat rolled involuntarily, and he whispered, "The clue wasn't on their hands, but on your hands, it was that newspaper."

Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, seeming to think seriously for a while before speaking, "Probably on the night when I realized that a ghost had mixed in with us."

"Luo Yi?" Fatty recalled the scene at the time.