The woman's words were like a curse. Before she finished her sentence, the space around her began to distort and gradually expand …
For a moment, Feng Bujue's vision was like paint on a palette. Only the woman and Narson's figures remained clear.
"Looks like … I came to the right place …" Faced with this sudden change, Brother Bujue did not panic at all. He just stood there with his gun and watched.
Just like that, a minute passed … The distorted space stopped spreading and stabilized again.
At this time, Narson's office had disappeared and was replaced by a spacious and magnificent hall.
The four walls of the hall were pure white. The walls were carved neatly and there were large oil paintings and curtains hanging in the empty spaces. The marble floor was hard and smooth. On the five-meter-high ceiling, there was a huge crystal chandelier.
"Mr. Dave." Narson's voice soon sounded again, "Welcome to … the Last Supper." As he spoke, he raised his arm and gestured to the side of the hall.
There, there was a long table covered with a white tablecloth and filled with food.
On one side of the long table, there were thirteen chairs. At this moment, thirteen people were sitting on the thirteen chairs.
"Eh? What's going on … "Under the light, Feng Bujue finally saw the faces of the thirteen fat men." You … what are you? "
There were two reasons why he asked this question. First, the thirteen fat men looked exactly the same. Second, the faces of these fat men … were the "fat version" of Dave.
"You should know what they are." The mysterious woman replied.
"I don't know." Feng Bujue looked at her and replied loudly.
"No, you know." Narson on the other side said again.
"Ha …" Feng Bujue sneered and pointed the gun at the mysterious woman. "You …" He then pointed at Narson. "And you … Mr. Director. I don't care what you think, but I can clearly say that I am very confused by what is happening in front of me. If you two know, I hope you can answer my doubts. "
"That's impossible," Nelson replied in a serious and firm tone. "Only you can answer all of this."
"What we can tell you only exists in the level of 'nothingness'." "Once you've seen through 'reality', you'll naturally understand the meaning of 'nothingness'."
"Then how can I see through the 'truth' you speak of?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Very simple, open your eyes." At this moment, another voice suddenly came from the corner of the hall, answering his question.
Brother Jue turned to the source of the voice and saw Mr. M in the direction of the voice.
"Oh … You're here too …" Feng Bujue squinted his eyes and said, "According to the situation … Are the two people in the bar also …"
"Yes, we're here too," the Sagittarius interrupted Brother Jue and appeared in the hall with Yang Yi.
The way these guys appeared was like teleportation. Brother Jue only needed to turn his face slightly, and they appeared in his blind spot.
"Okay … Let me think about it …" Feng Bujue shrugged. "If the lady is not wrong, then the few of you …" As he spoke, he glanced at the dining table. "… and the thirteen of them, they are all derivatives on the level of 'nothingness'?"
"Yes, and no," the mysterious woman replied.
"Your question can't be answered with a simple yes or no," Nelson said.
"In fact, we can't answer you," Mr. M. said.
"There is only one person who knows all the answers …" Yang Yi said.
"That is yourself." The Sagittarius pointed at Brother Jue.
The five of them spoke together, but Brother Jue still didn't get a clear answer to his question.
"Okay, I've had enough." Feng Bujue put down the gun and showed an impatient expression. "Is there anyone here who can speak human language? Do you dare to say something less ambiguous, or give me some substantial help? "
"The only person who can help you …" At this moment, another voice sounded. "Only you."
This voice was exactly the same as "Dave's" own voice …
Feng Bujue turned his head after hearing the voice and saw … another "Dave."
That "Dave" was wearing a formal postman uniform and carrying a satchel … His face was very pale, but his eyes were bright.
"Ghost postman?" Feng Bujue looked at him for two seconds and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes," the ghost postman replied. "Of course … You can also call me Dave."
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed twice and then asked, "Can you help me? Dave. "
"No, because you broke my bike," Dave replied.
"I broke 'my' bike." Feng Bujue continued.
"Yes, it's' my 'bike," Dave emphasized again.
"F * ck …" Brother Jue couldn't refute this absurd answer, so he could only say "f * ck."
"Mr. Dave." Nelson also interrupted at this time. "You should have read the work manual. Break the bike at your own risk."
"Oh … So that's what it means …" Feng Bujue muttered. He immediately understood … "Breaking the bike" was a flag. If he didn't trigger it, he could get help from the ghost postman. Unfortunately … It was too late to know now.
"Then … What should I do now?" Feng Bujue said, "What do I need to do to see the 'truth'?"
The next second, the six people around him replied in unison, "Open your eyes."
"Hmph … Fine ~ Fine ~ I'll open them." Feng Bujue shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He did know a way to "open his eyes", and the method wasn't complicated … However, the last time he used it, the mysterious woman suddenly appeared and told him … This method would bring "irreversible effects."
"Everyone …" Feng Bujue took out the Nokia 3310 from his pocket, held it in his left hand, and raised it high. "… I'll be back soon."
After that, he knelt on one knee and waved his arm toward the ground. The bottom half of the phone was like a protruding knife handle, and he slammed it heavily on the marble floor.
Two seconds later, with a loud bang, the marble floor cracked.
Almost at the same time, an indescribable, intense pain exploded in Brother Jue's head.
Before the pain could fully spread, Feng Bujue's vision turned black, and he lost the perception of his body …
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