Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1191 Strange Phone Call
"Wow wow wow!!!"

Jiang Wengao let out a terrified scream and sprang up from the bed.

"Ahhh!!! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" He shouted these two sentences into the dark room and the empty air, waving his hands wildly in front of him.

He couldn't touch anything; in the darkness, he could only see the outline of the ceiling light. Only then did he realize that he was awake, so he immediately reached into his clothes to touch his chest.

The lingering pain and the tactile sensation of his flesh being torn apart still lingered. He had almost never experienced the near-death feeling of his body being so violently torn apart. Although he had suffered very serious injuries, those were almost all burns caused by his own high-intensity flame transformation. In most battles, he was immune to physical attacks.

It must be said that although burns are painful, they are nothing compared to the feeling of having your flesh and internal organs destroyed.

The difference lies not in the pain itself, but in that... indescribable subtlety.

His pajamas were completely soaked with cold sweat, and his hair was plastered to his forehead like a water ghost that had just climbed ashore. His whole body felt cold and weak, as if he had just participated in a long training exercise and all his strength had been drained.

He lay on the bed, panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly as if he were ill. The lingering fear, like a whipped horseman, drove his blood to rush wildly through his veins, making his carotid artery throb, so that all he could hear in his mind was the sound of his own violent heartbeat.

But this heartbeat made him feel at ease.

He's still alive... he's not dead yet.

As time flowed silently by, his thoughts gradually calmed down, and he began to recall the events that had occurred in his dream.

Why did that happen? Why did Lin Tiandong in the game enter his dream room in the Origin Sea at the end? This doesn't make any sense!
Jiang Wengao trembled as he propped himself up to sit up, muttering softly, "There's a problem... there will definitely be a problem fifty years from now."

He was convinced that the game hadn't gotten easier, but rather harder.

Although preventing Kyoto from sinking has become incredibly easy, he believes that Kyoto's sinking is no longer the true standard for completing the game, but rather a deceptive ending that tricks players.

It's fair to say that his previous playthroughs were nothing compared to this new version of the game, where he's only just beginning to enter the real main storyline.

But the idea that playing games can affect your dreams is just too terrifying.

He knew he wasn't afraid of death. After all, he had completed so many missions. Even if he couldn't stand on his own like Brother Shou and the others, he wasn't the kind of coward who would show weakness when faced with danger.

But this time he was really scared. He finally understood what the Cthulhu style in "Kyoto Sinks" really meant. It was completely without cause and effect, without logic, and completely inexplicable!
It's like when you're eating at home, your parents are busy in the kitchen, and you say you want braised lion's head meatballs. Then your mom turns around and chops off your father's head, saying she'll make it for you right away. You scream and call the police, but when the police arrive and see the scene, they point to the mangled head and say you made a false report, wasting police resources on braised lion's head meatballs.

Jiang Wengao has this feeling now. He was just playing a game, but suddenly the game became real, and he still doesn't know why the game suddenly became real.

Surrounded by this eerie and terrifying fear, he sat blankly on the bed, his concentration at its peak. He wasn't even sure if he had woken up; maybe... he was still dreaming.
The night was quiet, with only the sound of the wind outside the balcony. In winter, the bare tree branches cut the dormitory floor tiles into fragmented pieces under the moonlight, giving Jiang Wengao a sense of dangerous tranquility, an uncertain silence.

He didn't know how much time had passed, only that the sweat on his body had dried and his mood had finally improved a little.

He glanced at the dark corner of the dormitory, not even daring to use his supernatural ability to light a fire, and instead picked up his phone, turned on the screen, and planned to contact the minister.

It's 2:50 a.m., and he's unsure if the minister has rested.

He thought about it and still didn't have the guts to bother the minister late at night.

But he felt he needed to contact someone else, whether it was for comfort or to provide information, he just wanted to talk to someone, otherwise he suspected he might go insane. If he held it in until dawn, he might go crazy and become a degenerate.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Wengao immediately dialed Xia Shou's number.

Yingjie lives in the girls' dormitory, so it's not appropriate to disturb her in the middle of the night.

Brother Bai moved out to live with his nephew a long time ago; distant water can't quench a nearby fire.

Fatty was definitely working overtime, but he felt that Fatty couldn't be relied on in this kind of emergency, so after thinking it over, he decided it would be better to contact Xia Shou, who lived in the dormitory on the same floor.

Moreover, Shou Ge probably didn't sleep either. Even if he's been resting recently, he's probably still staying up late. He could tell from the other person's barely improved dark circles under his eyes that staying up late has probably become an animalistic habit for him.

Jiang Wengao dialed the phone.

Ten seconds passed...

Twenty seconds passed...

Thirty seconds passed.

Finally, the call connected!

"Shou... Brother Shou."

"Huff—huff! ...Little...Little Gao? What...what's wrong?"

Jiang Wengao's heart tightened; he felt there was something wrong with Xia Shou's voice.

It looks like Brother Shou is exercising?
But who in their right mind would exercise in the middle of the night?

Although he already felt something was off, Jiang Wengao comforted himself, thinking that maybe he had just done a few push-ups on a whim, so he mustered up the courage to ask:

"Are you exercising?"

"Um... I guess so? Wei Yu, wait a minute, I'm... ugh... talking to Xiao Gao. (Background sound: loud clapping that is indistinguishable to humans, and slight vibrations.)"

Jiang Wengao heard Xia Shou gasp, and an overwhelming sense of fear welled up within him.

He was certain that this was definitely not normal exercise!
Because the breathing rhythm during normal exercise is stable. Even during strenuous exercise, the breathing rhythm needs to be stable. Rapid breathing is acceptable, but a stable frequency is essential. This is common knowledge that all humans know!
However, he could sense that after taking a few deep breaths, Xia Shou suddenly gasped for air, then held his breath for a full ten seconds before letting out a long breath.

"Ha!...Ha! Whew—sorry, I did a few difficult push-ups. What did you just say?" Xia Shou asked.

Jiang Wengao's hands were already trembling. He could tell from the sound that Xia Shou hadn't turned on the speakerphone mode, so he was holding the phone. How could he do push-ups while holding a phone?

Does this person lie without even blinking?
Jiang Wengao didn't dare to reply, but instead pricked up his ears and listened intently to Xia Shou's breathing.

He keenly noticed a change in the other person's breathing. The sound of a person's breathing is different when they are in different positions. Xia Shou had just lain down!
(End of this chapter)