Chapter 534 Return Progress 10%

The village hidden under the garbage valley is full of gloom. It seems to be forgotten by the world and is a place where lonely ghosts gather.

The big white lanterns hanging on the door, the paper money everywhere and the bowls and chopsticks placed at the door for offerings all indicate that this village does not welcome living people.

A squeaking sound was heard, and something like a mouse crawled quickly on the eaves and got into the upside-down black pipes.

A moment later, a villager wearing butcher's clothes walked out of the old house next to him. He was covered with blood and oil stains, his head trembled unconsciously, his spine was crooked, one leg was amputated, and a cheap prosthesis was installed.

Noticing the butcher coming, Lao Cao and the other two immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look at each other. Gao Ming, however, looked at the butcher unscrupulously, as if he wanted to find some clues from him.

"A Chong let you go." The butcher's voice was very unpleasant, and it seemed that there was a blade stuck in his throat. He looked like he couldn't even hold the knife steadily, but it felt very dangerous to Gao Ming, as if he had seen a ghost in a nightmare.

Trembling in front, the butcher led a few people to walk in the village. Those seemingly ordinary houses kept making creepy noises, just like cages for wild animals, which would be stimulated as long as someone passed by.

Arriving at the side of the Fu Family Ancestral Hall, the butcher knocked on the wooden door three times, muttered a sentence, and the old door panel opened automatically, and a strong smell of medicine floated out of the dark room.

The butcher stood outside and motioned the others to go in.

The situation in Fujia Village completely overturned Gao Ming's perception of reality. It seemed like a corner where evidence of time and crime was preserved. He slowly entered the house, and the scene he saw made his eyelids twitch slightly.

A pool filled with viscous liquid was built deep in the dark room, and a man with wounds all over his body sat in it. He looked thin and vulnerable, but his eyes were sharp and cruel, and people dared not look at him.

"Brother Chong!" Lao Cao and the bearded man bowed their heads respectfully: "The young man who came with the recruitment advertisement has been brought here."

"Yeah." Touching the wound with his fingers, Brother Chong in the pool looked intoxicated and couldn't help scratching the blood scab. He enjoyed the feeling of blood flowing out and longed for pain. This morbid mentality has penetrated into his bones and is incurable.

Looking at Gao Ming with eyes occupied by abuse, Brother Chong said calmly: "Who gave you the recruitment advertisement?"

Gao Ming admitted that Brother Chong gave him a strong sense of oppression, and the tyrannical aura was very terrifying, but strangely, he really didn't feel a trace of fear in his heart, as if he had seen many more crazy people than Brother Chong.

"Won't you tell me?" The wound on Brother Chong's face and the corner of his mouth that was raised split open at the same time, and for a moment it was unclear whether he was a human or a ghost: "Lao Cao, give him the dream interpreter."

The bald man dug out a relatively intact metal helmet from the metal "garbage" piled in the corner, and looked at Brother Chong with a bit of reluctance: "Are you sure you want to use it? This thing has a bit of a side effect."

"If he doesn't say, then we'll find out for ourselves." Fatty Zhang Zhan was afraid that Brother Chong would be angry, so he also came to help. He also took the time to wink at Gao Ming, hoping that Gao Ming would cooperate.

The dream interpreter at the Molten Fire Waste Treatment Plant is very similar to the brain test device of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, but the configuration is much different. It seems to be assembled from various discarded original parts, like a torture device.

The moment Gao Ming put on the dream interpreter, he felt severe pain. The small workshop used very strong materials and did not consider the life and death of the tester at all. Gao Ming's will also fell into chaos in an instant. The memories that he had recalled one after another since he woke up were forcibly awakened, and the instrument seemed to piece them together into a whole.

The car accident on the Ghost Festival, the tunnel full of corpses, the flesh and blood seeds that madly absorbed shadows and negative emotions...

The heart beats according to a certain melody, and the bloodstains under Gao Ming's skin become brighter and brighter, as if something is about to drill out of his chest!

Different emotions and personalities gather in the mind, which is not something a person can have at all. It's like countless different living people injecting their last obsessions before death into a person's body. They are constantly tearing Gao Ming's will, but they won't really destroy it, as if a heavy hammer hits cast iron, forging the body of a god with fire and blood.

The dream interpreter wants to restore Gao Ming's nightmare, but the progress bar is getting slower and slower. When it reaches 9%, all the data indicator lights on the instrument begin to flash, and the memory fragments in Gao Ming's mind are also fused under uninterrupted stimulation, slowly piecing together an outline.

It seemed that he looked back inadvertently, and he saw thirteen endless blood cities, one of which seemed to have a big tomb with his name written on it.

"Bang!"

The dream interpreter stopped working completely, and blood slid down Gao Ming's forehead. He opened his eyes and saw the last number displayed by the dream interpreter - 10%.

"I only recovered 10% of my memory?" Gao Ming took off the dream interpreter and did not wipe the blood off his face. He stared at the others in the dark room: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Go and change another one." Brother Chong was lying in the pool, and his wound twisted under the wetting of the unknown liquid.

"It shouldn't be our dream interpreter that has a problem, it's this kid's brain that is abnormal." Lao Cao picked up the broken dream interpreter and wanted to solve Gao Ming's nightmare, but as soon as he connected it to his instrument, all the pipes near the ancestral hall and even the dusty and wordless positions on the altar began to tremble. He quickly stopped: "Brother Chong, I think Gao Ming can bring a recruitment advertisement here, it should be Huang Ying..."

"Shut up!" Brother Chong shouted fiercely, not wanting Lao Cao to reveal more information about Huang Ying. With murderous eyes, he slowly stood up from the pool: "The few old ghosts in the next room didn't smell any bad smell from you. You should not be from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, or they don't know what happened to you."

"People from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical have a bad smell?"

"Yes, all the experimenters who have participated in the fifth-level confidentiality clearance are soaked in the nutrient box. Their wills are put into nightmares. Only very few people can wake up." Brother Chong put on the clothes next to him and lifted the curtain of the dark room. The various instruments inside clearly displayed Gao Ming's various data and information. In just a few minutes, they have investigated all of Gao Ming's experiences in reality: "Those half-dead old ghosts are urging me to invite you."

Waving his arms irritably, Brother Chong seemed to be driving away the voices in his ears. He looked crazy, as if he could talk to things that ordinary people could not see.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the other side of Xinhu and let you know what ugly and dirty things are hidden under this bright and beautiful surface."