Chapter 222 Nightmare: Death Swept It

— Tick tock.

The sound of falling water droplets awakened him like a heavy hammer.

"Um... heh..."

Longjing Tea made a low and heavy sigh.

Severe dizziness disturbed his brain, and sweat flooded his body.

The cold, hard, sticky touch from his back made him feel nauseous. Obviously his consciousness is awake, but his limbs seem to be entangled by snakes... No matter how he wants to move, he can't move.

That was a very real sense of fear.

It's like a ghost press, you can't even open your eyes.

After the players are used to reducing the pain to a certain level... they haven't felt such a distinct and intense discomfort for a long time.

And his attention is extremely slack - he can't even concentrate his thinking ability completely, and he can only barely realize that he is in a nightmare.

--finally.

After Longjing Tea tried to concentrate for the third time, a transparent and invisible film seemed to shatter before his eyes, and his whole body suddenly lightened.

He opened his eyes instantly, rolled over and sat up instantly.

"Hush...huh, ha...ha...ha...!"

Longjing Cha was gasping for breath, and his right hand, which gradually regained consciousness, rested on the ground, while his left hand wiped the cold sweat oozing from his cheeks and temples.

He quickly realized that what his right hand touched was unusually cold.

- It was a ceramic bathtub with cold water.

If Longjing Tea felt something, he turned around.

tick.

The slightly turned, half-closed faucet was dripping into the bathtub.

Before, he was lying quietly in the cold water of this bathtub.

--tub? Faucet?

Is there such a thing in the fog continent?

Longjing Tea thought to himself and stood up from the bathtub.

This bathroom is decent, if not a modern bathroom. At least it is also the European style of decoration after the 1990s.

He even saw a mirror.

Longjing Cha thought about it, kicked the water on his pants after leaving the bathtub, and before he had time to change his dry clothes, he leaned over first.

He examined it carefully.

——I found out that it was me who appeared in the mirror. In other words, it is the "Longjing Tea" in the Misty Continent, not the "Old Chen" outside.

Although the clothing was completely different from when he entered...it was a light blue, rather modern shirt.

This discovery made him relax for a moment.

At least not the most terrifying situation...

...but he was driving a copy of the live broadcast.

But now, not only did all the barrages in front of Longjing Tea disappear, he couldn't even exhale the health and erosion display panels.

The touch from the tips of his fingers... so real. He scratched the back of his left hand with the fingernail of his right thumb, and the pain was also very clear.

100% pain ratio...

Can't see his own blood bar.

Unable to enter forum.

Can't see the barrage.

...can't even log out of the game.

"Damn, why..."

Longjing Tea casually complained: "I don't want to play that fucking game of 'If you are a man, go to the 100th floor'..."

That said, he was still a little nervous.

He also couldn't be sure... if he died here, he could still be resurrected.

At this moment, he touched his left middle finger, wearing a silver ring inlaid with emeralds.

- That's his bearer.

The clothes have changed... The disposable props and ritual props stored in the wizard's robe will obviously no longer exist, but his curse bearer has come back with him?

Longjingcha's heart moved, and a faint green light oozes out of his pupils.

At the same time, the faint green light also bloomed from his emeralds. As the light green inverted tree pattern spread from the middle to the wrist, the power of the curse filled Longjing Tea's body again.

...I can use spells?

He was a little surprised.

It was a precedent that had never been seen in his previous nightmares.

——Is this the legendary [otherworld-level] nightmare?

But Longjing Tea did not act rashly.

He just took the curse back to the bearer and started examining his body.

"...Am I hurt?"

Longjing tea touched his back, but he didn't feel the wound. The whole body is basically intact.

No.

He gave the answer.

"—So, am I committing suicide, or someone is going to kill me?"

He whispered, drying his right hand with the towel next to the mirror. Then I touched the area under my eyes with my hand - there is very little sweat.

Although his face was covered in cold sweat just now, it was indeed dry there.

The location of the faucet in the bathtub is on the side of his right hand, and the location for turning off the faucet is also nearby. So there is a real possibility of getting wet.

He checked the sleeves of his hands again.

The right sleeve was found to be more damp than the left... the upper part of the left sleeve was still dry. The right hand was soaked through.

The situation is clear. This should be the faucet he turned on and off on his own initiative.

But the problem came again.

Let's not call it "himself" for the time being - so why did "he" commit suicide? And why should the water flow be shut down to a drop-by-drop?

Longjing Tea thought calmly and looked back at the bathtub.

He made quick and rough calculations in his mind through that shallow layer of water.

...about three to five hours.

No matter how precise it is, it is not so easy to calculate.

Just in case, Longjing Tea did not turn off the tap immediately - although the possibility is very low, if someone is monitoring the status of the tap, then he is directly exposed.

The door to the bathroom was not closed.

Longjing Tea did not wear slippers, but walked around the room calmly and wet. Make sure there is no one else in your home before putting on dry and clean clothes.

In the process, he reconfirmed that this was by no means the age of the Misty Continent...or the world.

Because he was so clear that he saw something similar to "TV".

It's not the kind of TV with an LCD screen, it's the kind of big cube controlled by a knob. At the moment the "television" is on, but above it is a snow screen.

Longjing Tea looked up at the watch.

—In the afternoon, three-fifty.

There were plates on the table that had not yet been brushed. Judging by the residue, it seemed to be steak or other types of fried meat. The sauce is black pepper - a Longjing tea hobby indeed.

He confirmed that he was not hungry now.

"Then I should be in the bathtub after eating..."

He muttered and found a bottle of medicine on the table.

The clear bottle, devoid of any labels, contained small blue oval tablets, a color reminiscent of toilet cleaners.

Is this a sleeping pill? or something else?

Longjing Cha thought for a while and found his coat from the room - it was a handsome blue-black uniform with a coat of arms.

He put the medicine bottle in his pocket.

Then go back to the bathroom and turn off the faucet.

Just then, he heard the phone ring.

He went back to the living room and picked up the phone.

Just in case, he didn't speak first.

Instead, a hoarse voice came from inside—Longjing Tea was secretly glad that he could still understand.

But he quickly frowned.

"Longjing tea, come to the bureau."

A dignified middle-aged voice came: "Someone is about to be killed... Grab your gun."

Hey? I am a policeman?

Longjing Tea was stunned for a moment before realizing something.

and many more.

……quick?

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