Chapter 19 Is it Real?

After going up, Fatty was dumbfounded. Lin Wan'er and the others, who should have been waiting here, were all gone.

"Where are the people?" Xia Qiang also panicked. Among the missing were not only his companions but also Xia Meng, a true decision-maker of the family.

"We came out," Jiang Cheng said, looking around. "We found Teacher Zi Gui's body below. The road was smooth. We're people, so don't worry."

After about ten seconds, finally, several people emerged from an inconspicuous corner.

The leader was naturally Lin Wan'er.

Jiang Cheng was about to say something when he suddenly saw Lin Wan'er raise a finger to her lips.

Moreover, everyone's expression was a little strange.

Not only did no one speak, but even their footsteps were very light, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

After getting closer, Lin Wan'er sized up Jiang Cheng for a moment, then lowered her voice, "You found Teacher Zi Gui's body below, in what location?"

"In a small house," Jiang Cheng answered truthfully, looking into Lin Wan'er's eyes. "And this isn't a warehouse, it's a prison, a private prison. We found traces of people being imprisoned below, quite a few." Recalling the scratches, he added.

"What did you find?" Jiang Cheng asked, obviously, Lin Wan'er and the others were so careful, they must have discovered something.

Moreover, the number of people in Lin Wan'er's group didn't match up, several were missing.

"You'll know when you see it, just remember, don't make too much noise." Luo He, who was behind Lin Wan'er, said in a low voice, holding a black-covered book in his hand, looking very serious.

Soon, they were led through twists and turns to a door.

Chen Ran and a few others were guarding here.

The door was a double door, very tall, looking quite grand, with gold-plated handles on the back, giving it a sense of incompatibility with the surrounding environment, as if opening this door would open a whole new world.

More importantly, through this door, there were faint sounds coming from outside.

The sounds were rather chaotic, but you could hear mechanical sounds, like vehicles passing by, and the crisp "da-da-da" sound, which sounded like horses' hooves. Of course, there were also people shouting, very lively.

"Outside... what place is that?" Xia Qiang couldn't help but ask curiously.

The door was tightly closed, making it impossible to see the outside scenery through the cracks, and he didn't dare to open the door rashly, fearing unknown risks.

"It's a commercial street, very prosperous, but it's been a long time since our era," Wan Yuanning answered Xia Qiang's question patiently, "But this street..." Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, seemingly not knowing what to say next.

Before Xia Qiang could urge her, Jiang Cheng interrupted, "How do you know it's a commercial street outside?"

"There's a window there, you can see outside through that small window," Wan Yuanning replied.

Looking up, following Wan Yuanning's guidance, Jiang Cheng finally found the small window. The window was only about the size of two pieces of paper put together, and it was very high, about 2.5 meters, almost 3 meters.

Jiang Cheng turned and patted Fatty on the shoulder, who understood and walked under the window, squatted down, Jiang Cheng stepped on Fatty's shoulders, the latter steadied himself, slowly stood up, grabbed Jiang Cheng's legs with both hands, and helped him stabilize his body.

Through the window, Jiang Cheng saw the scene outside.

It was a bustling street, with shops on both sides, old-fashioned cars driving on the street, and people riding horses. Women in qipaos were beautiful and stylish, and men in suits were walking in a hurry.

There were also poor people in coarse clothes, bent over by the shoulder poles on their shoulders.

Facing Jiang Cheng was a shop called Dongya Trading Company, with a coquettish woman on the signboard.

There were also rickshaws pulling people on the street, the drivers with dirty cloths around their necks, walking briskly.

The sound of car horns, shouts, hawking, arguing... all kinds of sounds poured into Jiang Cheng's ears, outlining a picture full of life, full of vitality.

But Jiang Cheng was still observing, and slowly, his eyes changed.

Becoming alert, cold.

He noticed a strange atmosphere.

That's right, everything outside was fake, a show specially staged for them.

Although it seemed vivid, it was just repeating endlessly.

The men, women, and even the ragged beggars squatting on the street, were like machines with springs, constantly repeating the actions set by the program.

Several black cars drove from the left side of the street, and then drove out from the right side of the street, repeating endlessly, and would be blocked by the crowd at a certain fixed position, thus honking their horns.

At this time, children carrying flower baskets would swarm up, patting on the car doors, and selling flowers to the people inside.

Jiang Cheng silently calculated the time, and about 5 minutes later, the same scene would repeat again.

The outside was like an infinitely looping movie.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that the person in charge of leading the team above was Lin Wan'er.

If it were a reckless person, after staying in such a dull environment for a long time, seeing the traffic outside, they would have wanted to open the door immediately, find the people outside, and ask for clues.

But if they really did that, Jiang Cheng was almost certain that they would also be drawn into this "old movie," trapped in an endless, bizarre loop.

If that were the case, it would be troublesome to break free.

Jiang Cheng's gaze inadvertently swept across the street, and suddenly, his peripheral vision seemed to catch a familiar figure.

He immediately looked over, it was at the corner of the street, on a long chair, a figure with his back to him.

It was the man reading the newspaper, wearing an old-fashioned suit!

Before Jiang Cheng could see clearly, a car drove by, blocking Jiang Cheng's view.

After the car passed, the man was still sitting on the long chair, but this time, Jiang Cheng saw clearly, the man was not holding a newspaper in his hand, he was just sitting there in a daze, and... the color of the suit, and the figure, were also different from the man reading the newspaper on the bus.

Did he see it wrong?

Jiang Cheng himself was not sure.

Something seemed to have been changed in the dark, but he couldn't recall it, this feeling was like being forcibly robbed of a part of his memory.

He didn't understand, was this his problem, or the ability of that newspaper man.

In short, since he came here, everything was full of weirdness, this place was completely different from the world he had experienced before.

He shook his head gently, wanting to eliminate these messy things from his mind, but when he looked up again, towards that long chair, the man in the suit was gone.

At this moment, a woman with her back to him was sitting on the chair, the woman's head twisted 180 degrees, staring at Jiang Cheng, revealing a scorched face.