After Zhang Heng finished all the necessary preparations, he went down to the basement floor and closed the alloy door. At the same time, he raised the elevator back to the first floor, restoring everything to its original state. After that, he returned to his car.
At this point, it had been more than thirty hours since he last closed his eyes, and he had been driving for a long time. It would be a lie to say that he was not tired at all. With last night's experience as a lesson, Zhang Heng did not sleep a wink.
He now understood how Han Lu felt when she was afflicted by the Dreamland of Death. He also understood why the people who had nightmares in Greenland went crazy in the end. In fact, if it were just nightmares, Zhang Heng could survive them. After all, compared to ordinary people, he had lost all his emotions.
What really killed him was that these nightmares prevented him from sleeping. That was the problem. Zhang Heng slept through the time halt last night, and when he woke up, he felt as tired as ever. Of course, he slept again, but he was not bothered by the nightmares. For the time being, Zhang Heng had not figured out the pattern of his nightmares.
However, his top priority now was to get the Immunity Crystal. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhang Heng decided not to close his eyes for the time being. He would sleep after everything was over. Anyway, he had already endured for thirty hours, and the next ten hours would not make a difference.
Zhang Heng drove the Polo to a vending machine and bought a cup of Nescafe coffee. He wanted to rely on the caffeine to boost his spirit. However, when he opened the can of coffee, his hand suddenly stopped moving. He felt a strong sense of drowsiness, and he could no longer hold the can of coffee. At the same time, his eyelids began to droop.
Zhang Heng knew that the drowsiness came too suddenly, and it was somewhat against common sense. However, it was difficult for him to break free from it. The next moment, he was lying on the steering wheel.
This time, Zhang Heng saw something else in his dream. They were very similar to the things that appeared in the museum curator's story. They had an octopus head, and their bodies were covered with tentacles. Their bodies did not look like any known material on Earth.
They lived in a city full of towers, and in the center of the city was a hall. When Zhang Heng first saw the hall, he felt a little familiar. When he looked at it again, he finally realized that it was the place where he was imprisoned in his last nightmare.
At that time, the place he was in was damp, cold, and isolated. Although the city was still full of evil and all kinds of strange things that defied common sense, it also showed vitality.
The monsters in the city lived on land. They slept during the day and went out at night, bathing their ugly bodies in the moonlight. It was obvious that they lived a good life, and the civilization they established was quite commendable. They even had a war with another high-level civilization.
In a situation where no one could do anything to the other, the two sides finally shook hands, signed a contract, and divided their respective spheres of influence. These octopuses were immersed in a happy atmosphere, but the good times did not last long. On a night that seemed no different from usual, the stars in the sky suddenly changed drastically, and then the sea surged up, engulfing the city in an instant.
Except for some octopuses who happened to be out of the city, the rest sank to the bottom of the sea with the city, never to see the light of day again …
When Zhang Heng woke up from his nightmare, the first thing he felt was his wet thighs. The can of coffee had fallen at his feet. Not only did it soak his pants, but it also spilled all over his feet. Zhang Heng ignored the feeling of exhaustion and looked at the starfish in his hand first.
Fortunately, the time halt had just ended, and it did not delay anything. Zhang Heng simply cleaned up the coffee on his body, then drove to a hotel and checked in.
This time, Zhang Heng did not expect that he would be dragged into a dream without even closing his eyes. It seemed that it was impossible to reduce the frequency of his soul being attacked by reducing his sleep time. Zhang Heng did not hesitate. After setting an alarm, he lay on the bed again.
He wanted to test if he would continue to sleep peacefully like last time if he fell asleep again after the nightmare. As a result, he was not disturbed the second time. When Zhang Heng got up from bed, it was already four o 'clock in the afternoon. He first sat in front of the computer and replied to a few emails. After that, he changed into a new pair of pants, shaved off the stubble on the corner of his mouth, and put on a new disguise for himself in front of the mirror.
When he went out, he looked like a successful financial worker who had been in the industry for six or seven years. Zhang Heng did not drive his Polo. First, it did not match his current disguise, and second, he did not want anyone to find out his identity through the car.
After he went out, he had a simple meal to fill his stomach. After that, he took a taxi to the Fulou headquarters.
At about 12 o 'clock in the afternoon, Ding Si had sent him an email, confirming the auction time and location. Zhang Heng carried his backpack, walked to the VIP elevator, entered the password that Ding Si had sent him, put on an Ultraman mask, and went to the top floor.
A female staff member in a cheongsam was already waiting for him. When she saw him, she smiled at him and took out a small basket. "Welcome to this auction. To ensure the safety of our customers, please put your weapons in the small basket in my hand."
"I'm not carrying any weapons." Zhang Heng shook his head.
"Although I trust you, can I search your body according to the rules?"
Zhang Heng gestured for her to do as she pleased. The female staff member in the cheongsam was not shy at all. She carefully searched every inch of Zhang Heng's body, then opened Zhang Heng's backpack and took out a crown from it.
"This is my offer for tonight," Zhang Heng said.
"We will ask someone to identify it and keep it safe for you." The female staff member in the cheongsam said respectfully, carefully wrapping the White Horse Crown with a piece of silk. "Please come with me. A few guests have arrived."
"Oh, can I go to the bathroom first? The raw food I ate earlier feels a little bad."
"Of course, this way, please."
The female employee in the cheongsam brought Zhang Heng to the men's restroom, and Zhang Heng could not wait to enter it. It seemed like he was in a hurry. He picked the cubicle closest to the door and rushed into it. On the way, he bumped into a man who looked like he was also a customer of Fu Jiu.
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