Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Zhu Zheng didn't know why Lao Dao and Lei disliked each other. Maybe it was the instinct of male creatures?

Ignoring the two people who were staring at each other and looking a little childish, Zhu Zheng approached Hansa and inquired about the identity of the client.

Hansa looked quite proud.

My master is a great scholar in the Federation.

Robert Kleist, the only remaining national treasure-level ancient culture research expert in the Deep Blue Federation, can be called a leader in the field of ancient culture research.

Although he retired because of his old age, his talents are all over the world and he has great influence in the academic world.

As for the content of the commission and related matters, Hansa said that Mr. Robert would tell them personally.

When asked about other things, Hansa started to fight haha.

Obviously he didn't want to say more.

Zhu Zheng relaxed his shoulders and returned to his seat.

About ten minutes later, the aircraft stopped in front of a small floating island.

Han Sa led the way and led Zhu Zheng and others into the floating island.

This floating island is decorated in an ancient style.

The island is covered with green bamboos. Walking along the mountain path paved with smooth bluestones, after only a few steps, your eyes suddenly open up. A villa located deep in the bamboo forest comes into view.

The villa is simple and elegant, but the details are full of luxury, which shows the wealth of the owner of the villa.

Entering the villa, they saw their client waiting in the living room.

This is an old man with silver hair.

But the old man's condition was very bad at this time.

His skin was pale, the muscles on his face were drooping, his eye sockets were sunken, and the dark circles under his eyes were as dark as those drawn with an ink pen. His pupils were full of bloodshot eyes, as if blood might burst out at any time.

It doesn't take any eyesight to see that this old man probably hasn't slept in many days.

The old man nodded lightly and said feebly: Hello, my friends.

Hello, Mr. Robert Crest.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Zhu Zheng and others sat down on the sofa.

The maid on the side came forward to ask in a low voice, and quickly brought their own drinks.

Zhu Zheng chose coffee.

After picking up the cup and taking a sip, Zhu Zheng said directly: I wonder if I can help you?

Robert Kleist waved his hand.

Hansa left with the maids.

Robert took a deep breath and spoke in a dumb voice.

I encountered a tricky thing. In fact, it was a strange dream. It bothered me for a long time and made my sleep quality plummet.

Robert's voice was a little erratic.

It was obvious that the lack of sleep had affected his mental alertness.

If you continue like this, your whole person will become very sluggish and sluggish even if it doesn't collapse.

Zhu Zheng asked back: Are you sure it's a nightmare?

Robert said: Yes, I dreamed of something very scary.

Zhu Zheng felt confident.

He can redeem Nightmare Apostle from the Points Mall.

Nightmare Apostles are parallel imports in the real world, with only ratings and no corresponding combat power, but in the dreamland, they have real combat power.

As long as it was a dream creature causing trouble, he would dare to attack it head on.

What's more, he still has an old seal.

Based on these two trump cards, he chose this commission.

In addition, the floating island has beautiful scenery, and taking the opportunity to take Lao Dao and Anna out for a trip is also part of the reason.

Several people present looked at each other.

Si Guo coughed lightly and said, Then please describe your nightmare...

Robert held his head in his hands and almost collapsed emotionally.

I only remember fragments

It should have been a wasteland covered with withered grass. It was black everywhere. No, it might have been red. I don't remember it at all. It was very dark anyway.

Every night after I fall asleep, I dream about that wilderness, which seems to be my final destination.

Deep in the wasteland, I can clearly see a pair of bloody eyes.

It is getting closer day by day... getting closer. This pressure of approaching death is almost driving me crazy.

I tried to hide and even tried to commit suicide, but it didn't work.

In the dream, I can only run, keep running, so that I can stay away from it.

As he spoke, Robert suddenly turned pale and coughed violently.

Hansa, who was waiting outside the door, rushed in immediately.

He poured a cup of tea for Robert and handed it over carefully.

After drinking, Robert's expression softened.

Zhu Zheng saw all this.

He did not feel the strange power or the unique aura of mythical creatures in Robert.

Zhu Zheng thought for a while and said, Maybe this is just a dream, representing some revelations. Did you encounter any strange things before having this strange dream?

Like something supernatural or weird?

Robert hurriedly defended, his tone somewhat concealed.

No, my life has always been very regular and nothing strange has ever happened to me.

Zhu Zheng glanced at the others.

He found that several other people had the same meaning in their eyes.

Robert lied.

But Robert was too weak, and there was really no need to expose the poor old man to his face.

You can investigate slowly later.

Zhu Zheng said again: Okay, Mr. Robert, I don't know what the entrusted task is.

Robert said: I can feel that thing getting closer. Protect me for seven days. As long as I am still alive after seven days, the reward will be three million for each person.

Zhu Zheng added: Mr. Robert, there are three of us.

Robert glanced at Anna.

You can get double, sir.

The price is quite right.

Zhu Zheng smiled and nodded, indicating that he accepted the commission.

Lei was about to speak but stopped.

However, he took a look at the big fragrant waves around him and gave up the idea of ​​ripping him off.

After others expressed their opinions, someone suggested getting familiar with the situation in the villa.

Robert nodded and said: I want to rest, Hansa, you can take these guests around.

Hansa stood up and led Zhu Zheng and others through the living room.

There...are only a few people living here?

Zhu Zheng looked at the empty villa and asked curiously.

Yes, the master is old and likes to be quiet, so his family is not around and some strange things have happened recently. Some servants resigned.

Hansa replied casually.

What kind of strange thing? Lao Dao asked.

Hansa was about to speak when suddenly a man with a scar on his face ran over, looking terrified.

Hansa Butler, what's wrong, that thing. That thing has appeared again.

Hansa's face suddenly turned pale.

He was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Zhu Zheng and others, with a wry smile on his face.

The strange thing I mentioned happened, it was a mirror that could predict death.

It foretells our fate. We are all damned people cursed by fate.

Street Diary: This intermission will lead to a new copy, the next protagonist of the script, if you have any opinions, can you mention it?