That night, Sun ruthlessly had a dream.

He rarely dreams, he is very busy every day, he is very busy with training, and many tasks make him physically and mentally exhausted, and he almost sleeps in bed.

It's rare to have such turbulent dreams.

The reason why I say turbulent is because as soon as I lie down, this image like a fantasy comes to my face. This feeling of being stuck in the quagmire is real but somewhat illusory, and it is impossible for the "nameless" who is suspected of being an illusion to break into the dormitory of the Tius Academy, so Sun Wuru in the dream doesn't care.

It's hard for people to realize that they're dreaming, but once they do, they can leave at any time. If you can't do it, it's commonly known as a "ghost press", but for people who exercise regularly, it's not too difficult to leave from your dreams.

But Sun Wuru was a little hesitant.

Because he saw Qi Xiang. He was now standing in a hospital room, with the sun shining brightly outside the window, and a doctor with his back to Sun Wulu.

Qi Xiang's photo had been seen while he was on a mission, so when the man with a stubble on his face and lying on the hospital bed appeared, Qi Xiang's name immediately flashed in his mind.

Think about it day and dream night night. Could it be that I listened to Qi Huan's story today and had this strange dream?

But in a dream, how can there be people you don't know?

Human dreams are based on fragments of memories they possess, and like Enron's prophecy, if she hadn't seen a certain kind of thing, the predicted outcome would be ambiguous.

In other words, this doctor standing in front of Qi Xiang, he has seen it?

Soon, the doctor turned his head, and Sun ruthlessly saw that he was holding a tube of freshly drawn blood in his hand.

"Mr. Qi, are you feeling better?" The doctor's voice is also very unfamiliar, Sun Wuru doesn't know his identity, if it is "nameless", there is also a white coat inside, but his clothes are not as rigorous as the person in front of him, every button is perfect, meticulous.

At first glance, it's hard to get suspicious.

"Much better. Thank you. Qi Xiang's voice was a little old, and it was hard to believe that he was only in his forties.

According to Qi Huan's story and the information given by his "friend", Qi Xiang should have been admitted to the hospital when Qi Huan was twelve years old, and moved to that mysterious sanatorium two years later, until the year Qi Huan entered the school.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Sun's relentless perspective floated to the top of the ward, and when he saw the face of the person who came in, his breath seemed to condense.

If he guessed correctly, this person is Cheng Qingming.

The "nameless" who can control the hearts of others is also the person the principal is arresting.

Qi Huan didn't know Qi Xiang and Ming Qingchen's plan, and of course, Qi Xiang didn't know that Ming Qingchen was called Cheng Qingming by the academy. Regardless of whether it is a word game played by the author or not, Sun Wuru should not recognize the wrong person.

When he appeared, a glimmer of inspiration flashed through Sun Wuru's mind, just like seeing the ceiling of the cell where he had been held, he always felt that countless things were beginning to be connected.

"Mr. Qi, I'm sorry." Cheng Qingming was not wearing a dark windbreaker, the sun shone on his face, just the face of an ordinary Dongguo: "Because of personal matters, even if I have received the news of your wife's death, I will ......"

"Alright, how did you act like a spy. Qingchen, you ...... You can't really be from the CIA. Qi was a little surprised by his visit, in fact, he had long forgotten the promise of Cheng's light life.

"The C.I.A. has changed its name to the Data Center, divided it into foreign operations groups, and the federal government has even given them the name 'Enforcers.'" Cheng chuckled: "But we're not." ”

"Yes or no, I don't care. But thank you for remembering me. Qi Xiang's eyes were blank, staring at the ceiling.

"This doctor is also from the East." Cheng Qingming quietly took the tube of blood from the doctor's hand, and smiled with a smile on his face: "The doctor I specially invited." ”

Suddenly, Qi Xiang frowned painfully and began to cough. He still has an incurable disease, and the hospital can only continue his life, but it is impossible to cure it.

But when the doctor put his hand on Qi Xiang's wrist, Sun Wuru seemed to see a flash of light, and Qi Xiang's breathing immediately stabilized a lot.

"Thank you." Qi Xiang didn't seem to realize anything and continued to stare at the ceiling. His face was gray, his skin drooping, and he was listless.

This is not medicine at all. Sun Wuru's heart trembled. He didn't know why he dreamed of this scene, it should have happened last year, when he was just rescued from the basement of District 1 by Zhang Xiaoxiao.

But he was not impressed at all.

Or is it his lost memory?

Was he in this room before he was rescued?

But what about that tube of blood? Sun Wuru had taken Zhang Xiu's psychology class, and there were many ways for dreams to transmit information about self-awareness, and he was not sure that the tube of blood in the doctor's hand came from Qi Xiang's body, but when Cheng Qingming secretly took the needle, he "saw" it very clearly.

Blood again. According to the information that Sun Wuru already knew, Zheng Du, who drew his blood back then, had already come to the fourth district and came to Cheng Qingming's side. And this incident was discovered when they were about to bring Qi Xiang back, but now it seems that Cheng Qingsheng has been waiting here for a long time.

"I told you before about your child...... Actually, it's already arranged. Cheng Qingming stood in front of Qi Xiang's bed, leaned down and said, "He will enter school this year, and he will ...... then."

"It's all good, it's all good." Qi Xiang waved his hand tiredly: "I don't care. ”

Cheng Qingming quickly returned to silence, turned around and left the ward with the doctor. Sun ruthlessly looked at Qi Xiang lying on the hospital bed, feeling that it was already a corpse, lifeless. According to Qi Huan, since hearing the news of Chen Si'an's death, he has been like this.

But what does this have to do with "nameless"? Before he could think about it, the dream quickly pulled him out of the door, keeping up with Cheng Qingming and the doctor.

As if he wanted to see this scene.

Outside the corridor, it is the setting of the sanatorium. Cheng Qingming said that Qi Huan can enroll in school this year, it was last year, looking out the window in the season, at this time, Sun Wuru should still be locked up in the first district.

A lot of truths are slowly beginning to surface.

"Is one tube enough?" The two walked in the empty corridor, Cheng lightly raised the needle in his hand, and the sunlight shone through the somewhat dark red blood, illuminating the tiny particles swimming inside.

"As long as there is." The doctor's tone was gentle, a blue virtual screen floating in front of his eyes, and the blood needed to be preserved quickly or it would soon become inactive.

"This is the first one, and I'll give you more later." Cheng lightly handed the blood back to the doctor. He has been laying out every game for more than ten years, and now, it is time to harvest.

"How can I help?"

"No, it's already arranged. You just need to hide yourself, and the last step of the plan needs to be completed by you. Cheng Qingming found a black trench coat out of nowhere, covering his face, and was about to part ways with the doctor.

But he stopped Cheng lightly.

"How long will it take?"

"It depends on what the lord means, but it should only be a year left." Cheng Qingming stood in front of the stairs and sighed lightly: "Time flies so fast." ”

The doctor didn't ask much, nodded and walked into his office. They don't worry about federal surveillance here, because back in the day, all the surveillance here has been manipulated. Cheng Qingming knows this computer well, and among the three people who came to the Federation to perform tasks, he is the oldest and most capable.

And he, just do his own research.

Cheng Qing's figure disappeared into the stairwell, and the doctor closed the office door, leaving Sun Wuru standing alone in the hall, and the tranquility around him seemed to be illusory.

Is this really a dream? Those conversations just now were so clear that they seemed to reveal the tip of the iceberg of the "nameless" plan. But why can I hear it, and are these things that seem to have happened really real?

The scene slowly began to shake, the lines began to distort, Sun Wuru seemed to sink in the water, and pictures flashed in front of his eyes, not as real as before, but still strange to him.

In the huge laboratory, a young man in a white coat was standing in front of a complex instrument more than one person high, looking at Guan Er, who was slowly pushed out of the instrument, with a smug smile on his face.

The picture flashed, and in the underground casino in District 12, Zhang Lingqiu's father, who was taken by the boss to withdraw money, was knocked unconscious to the ground and injected with anesthetics. Together with Zhang Lingqiu's sister, they were also taken away.

The picture changed again, the white mask of "nameless", the government buildings being bombed in District 4, the renegade government officials, and the black figures running in Billing City flashed in front of his eyes one by one.

Everything seems to point to a certain truth.

Finally, the picture freezes in a gloomy room, in which four people are seated. He saw a man dressed in bright red, a burly man in a military uniform, and a woman with her back to Sun Ruthless, and an old man sitting across from him.

"I don't agree with you." "But I can't say what I think," the woman said. ”

"You know, the Commonwealth is at a critical turning point right now." This is the voice of the old man.

"If too many people try to observe, the outcome will change, and we don't know which outcome is better." The woman looked at the man in red: "I also hope that your daughter can do this, if the secret is leaked, no one can know what the future holds." ”

The man in red smiled and nodded.

But the man in military uniform sitting across from him slapped the table.

"I'll go my way." With that, he turned and left.

The woman shrugged her shoulders and left the room as well. The lights were dim, and Sun ruthlessly couldn't see her face clearly.

In the secret room, only the old man sighed softly. The man in red smiled bitterly and brought him a cup of hot water.

"There is a saying in the East Country that says it well." The man in red patted the old man's back and said, "Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven." ”

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"Whew, whew." Sun ruthlessly woke up from his dream. The image he had just seen quickly flew away from his mind, and he frowned, and could only grasp a few words, especially in the last room, he couldn't leave any impression.

"What's the ......" he turned on the light, and suddenly found a small robot waiting for him. His bracelet vibrated slightly, indicating that Sun Wuru was having a fever.

A "friend" brought him medicine.

Only then did he realize that he had a terrible headache and his whole body was weak. Maybe it was because he had been in the snow for too long yesterday, and he suddenly remembered that when he met An Ran yesterday, he asked him to be careful of catching a cold.

Drinking the medicine sent by the robot, he didn't feel the slightest relief, he looked out the window, it was already dawn.

Suddenly, his bracelet received a message from Enron.

"Qi Xiang has been rescued and is in the academy's medical room."