I took him around the side roads and finally managed to return to the hotel, but because he looked really scary, I sneaked into the corridor through the side window of the hotel and took him back to his room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jian Xunsheng was also a little stunned when he saw this man covered in blood, but fortunately, Master Qiu and I have learned some medical skills, although there is no medicine, it can be regarded as using acupuncture points to temporarily stop the blood for him, and he can be regarded as recovering a little bit by balancing the yin and yang of his body. Although I was still very embarrassed, I was finally able to speak a few words normally, and my breathing was much more even.

He looked at me with some gratitude, and lay on the bed weakly, wanting to stop talking.

"Tell me everything you know! Otherwise, I'll send you back! I looked at him coldly, I was right to save him, but it was not a kind and uncomfortable thing to save him, it was to know about the dome from his mouth. I don't care if I'm appreciated by him, I just care about what I want to know.

Hesitation flashed in his eyes, he looked at me nervously, the previous gratitude disappeared in an instant, how quickly could this person's face change can be described?

I looked at him impatiently, grabbed his arm and was about to lift it out.

Sure enough, his voice begging for mercy immediately came from his ears, "Don't, please, please...... I say...... I said...... "He was holding my hand in a panic, but how could he, a half-dead man, pull me?"

I pushed him back and glanced at him indifferently: "If there is half a lie, you just wait to see the two of them!" ”

He nodded his head and began to tell me in fits and starts to tell me what he knows.

He was in charge of transporting souls in the Dome, and he took them from the spirit collectors sent by the Dome and transported them back to headquarters.

According to his words, he didn't know very much, and his status in the dome was actually not very high.

There is a lot of work in the Dome, and Nightmare is just one of them, he is just responsible for transporting souls, and he hardly knows much about other things.

The confidentiality system of the dome is very strict, and there is no communication between each type of research and the results of each other, which means that they don't know what they do, and they don't even know how many departments they have and the significance of their existence. Just like the person in front of him, he is only responsible for one of the small things in one of the links, and at the same time, he is not the only one who transports the soul, but he doesn't know who else is.

Jiang Yong is the person of his upper family, which means that Jiang Yong and Zheng Tang give the list of those souls to his upper family, and after his upper family collects them, he will take the souls away, and at the same time, there will be another person to transport those nightmares.

When I asked about the man and woman, he said that they were inspectors here in Shanghai, who were responsible for informing people who were inconvenient to write letters or make phone calls, and who were responsible for supervising the movements and work of the people here.

I asked almost everything he knew, and I didn't think I could ask much and just ask someone to send him away and protect him.

It's not so much about protecting it as it is about keeping it in captivity. The background of the drunken dream world is originally unclean, and I naturally know what is behind the scenes, there are absolutely countless small cells of this kind of locking people, and it is easy and pleasant to lock him up.

In the second half of the night, I informed Jian Xunsheng to rest, leaving me alone to watch Zheng Tang's home, after all, my physical strength is generally very abundant, and he is just an ordinary person, and if he doesn't sleep at night, his state will be much worse the next day.

Zheng Tang went out to drink as usual the next day, and when he came back after drinking, he continued to fall asleep, although I always wondered how he could maintain that unusually good sleep for so long, but he did lie in bed all the time and did not move at all, not even when he got up to go to the toilet.

I told Jian Xunsheng about my situation in his bedroom, and he also thought it was strange, but he still didn't say anything.

At about nine o'clock on the third night, I thought he would go back to sleep, and he suddenly walked to the door, and then looked around and hurried away.

I followed him all the way for nearly two hours to a dilapidated small house in the suburbs, I don't know how long it has been abandoned, there are no buildings next to it, and the area is not as big as a public toilet!

He looked left and right for a long time before he walked in, and there was nothing in this hut, except for a small bed that was already covered with dust, and then he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and gently placed it on the head of the bed, and then quietly walked out again.

To follow, or not to follow?

I was a little hesitant, if I went out with him right away, then if there was something important on the paper, I would have missed, but if I hadn't gone out with him and looked at the paper now, then I wouldn't have seen what he had done until I followed him again, and in that case, wouldn't I be more passive?

I ended up quietly picking up the piece of paper while staring at him distractedly.

But when I opened the paper, there was nothing on it, I thought it was the lists, but there was not a word on the paper.

Am I being deceived?

But he didn't know that I was with him, so how could he know this? But why did he come so far to put a piece of paper for no reason?

But I looked at the paper back and forth several times, but I still didn't find any handwriting, not even a single stain.

However, if I continue to study this piece of paper, then this Zheng Tang will go very far, and I will not be able to control his actions, so I can only put down the paper and turn around and follow.

He stopped and walked all the way, looking here and there, but did nothing, and finally returned to his home.

He rarely washed his face, I watched him not wash his face for the past two days, let alone brush his teeth, I didn't expect to wash his face for the first time today, it's really not easy.

It's just that after he finished washing his face, he began to fall asleep on the bed again, and the snoring sound was already loud in less than three minutes.

This sleep quality, if not pulled by a person with long-term insomnia, it is estimated that they can be infected and want to sleep.

I was staring at him all the time, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door has never stopped, but Zheng Tang on the bed has no intention of waking up, and continues to have sweet dreams and sleep that can never be enough.

He lay there snoring like thunder, and the knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, but the knock was almost half as loud as his snoring, and it couldn't wake him up at all. (To be continued.) )