Chapter 38 C Block

C Block had arrived.

The music room was located on the fourth floor of C Block. Standing here, one could look up and see the windows of the music room.

Perhaps... it would be more appropriate to call it the dance room now.

Returning here, whether it was due to psychological factors or the influence of some unknown element, the feeling they had was very different from a few hours ago.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said, not immediately going inside, but staring at the dark C Block, "I think the third rehearsal is the time limit left for us. If we find out the truth before then, we can end the mission."

He paused, then continued, "Of course, I'm referring to... our mission."

Fatty was momentarily dazed, and unconsciously asked, "What about the others' missions?"

After saying this, Fatty seemed to feel that his expression wasn't clear enough, so he quickly explained, "I mean... Su Yu, and... and... the ghost."

Su Yu's mission was easy to understand, it must be to prevent the people in the mission from finding the truth, escape the ghost's pursuit, and then continue to eke out a living.

What Fatty was curious about was the so-called time limit. Could it be that his time limit... was different from his own?

"Remember what was said at the beginning of the mission?" Jiang Cheng prompted, "That woman who led the way?"

"You mean the anniversary celebration?" Fatty belatedly realized, his eyes slowly widening, "The anniversary celebration is Su Yu's time limit?"

"That also explains why Chen Yao hasn't killed him yet, because compared to revenge, she cares more about her reputation. She wants to choose the most appropriate time to reveal the truth of what happened back then, and I don't think there's a better occasion than the anniversary celebration."

"Of course," Jiang Cheng continued, "After that, Su Yu will definitely die."

His thoughts instantly connected, and Fatty understood many things that he couldn't understand before. He digested it for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Doctor," he looked up, "so... this is what you mentioned before, no matter what we do, how we do it, or even whether we come or not, we can't influence the outcome of things that have already happened and are destined to happen in this world. We can only influence the process."

"In other words, whether we complete the mission or not, Su Yu will eventually die at the hands of Chen Yao," Fatty paused with a strange expression, and after a few seconds, he slowly said, "At the anniversary celebration that's about to happen in this world."

"That's right." Jiang Cheng's lips curled into a faint smile, the half of his face hidden in the darkness looking strangely alarming to Fatty, "The past cannot be changed. All we can do is try our best to survive, and reverse... our own ending."

At this moment, Jiang Cheng's image in Fatty's heart became even taller.

Not only tall, but also mysterious.

Fatty slowly straightened his back, just as he thought that Jiang Cheng was about to reveal his true form in the next second, and say something heroic like 'I only belong to the old world, the new world has no ship that can carry me'—

"I can't die," Jiang Cheng puffed out his chest and said with cadence, "So many beautiful ladies recharged their super VIP diamond cards at the karaoke bar because of me. I have to be responsible for them."

Fatty shuddered.

He almost strained his back.

......

C Block.

4th floor.

Music room.

The empty classroom was dark, and only two figures could be vaguely seen.

One sitting, one standing.

The person sitting seemed extremely frightened, his emaciated body trembling non-stop, and blood was constantly dripping down his forehead.

Some blood flowed into his eyes, making it extremely difficult for him to blink.

But he didn't dare to close his eyes, not even for a second. His terrified eyes were fixed on what was in front of him.

Not far away... there was a huge mirror.

It was hazy, like the miasma rising from hell.

No, he wasn't sitting, his legs had been cruelly broken!

At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the mirror in a strange posture, like a penitent in a confessional.

A trace of coldness drifted around him.

Like a pair of resentful eyes.

"Let... let me go," he opened his mouth, pleading painfully, trying his best to suppress his voice.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that the man was seriously injured, and there was almost no good skin on his body.

The woman beside him remained unmoved.

On the contrary, annoyed by the noise, she kicked the man in the stomach, and he vomited another mouthful of blood.

The woman was lithe, but her movements were slightly deformed, as if there was a problem with her body's balance.

She stretched out her left hand and tightened the bandage on her right arm.

The painful expression on her face only lasted for a moment, then she returned to that chilling aura.

Losing an arm was still acceptable to Yu Wen. After all, as long as she completed the mission, she could leave the nightmare and return to the real world.

Her injuries could also be fully recovered.

But... she bit her thin lips, her eyes clouded with gloom.

Her dead lover could never come back.

She took out the few pieces of paper that Zhou Taifu had left her before he died from her pocket. The paper was crumpled, but it didn't affect her reading.

It was Chen Yao's diary.

Although there was only the second half of it, combined with the clues she had already found, it was enough to piece together most of the plot.

Su Yu was a liar.

He tried to seduce her and failed, then became angry and fabricated a monstrous lie. After forcing Chen Yao to death, he unexpectedly opened a door to hell for himself.

More than a dozen lives ended there.

In an extremely terrifying way...

This mission was ridiculously difficult.

Including her, there were only three people still eking out a living.

But... only she could live to leave the nightmare in the end.

Only in this way could she get that thing.

Completely... get it.

She stared at her severed arm, her face not knowing whether she was crying or laughing. It was because of that thing that she was able to survive the ghost's attack.

But if it weren't for that thing, she... could have been reunited with her lover.

She never regretted anything, she did whatever she thought of, because regret couldn't solve any problems, it would only increase her worries.

But this time she regretted it, regretting not reminding Zhou Taifu when the ghost was staring at him.

She flinched.

At that moment, fear overwhelmed everything, after all... at that time, she was not sure of the benefits of that thing she had worked so hard to get.

If she had another chance...

There was never an "if" in life, and even more so in nightmares. She had seen too many talented people wither in nightmares, just because of a little mistake.

Nightmares were different from the muddy Southeast Asian rainforests or the cold, barren Siberian wilderness. The dangers here were hidden, like lurking poisonous snakes.

They would jump out and bite you when you thought you were safest.

This was the terror of nightmares, and also the charm of them.

She was one of the few who had voluntarily entered the nightmare...

Slowly, she raised her head, and the fog in front of the mirror dissipated, revealing pale faces.

Finally... they were here.