Little He wasn't a superstitious person, nor did he believe in the existence of gods and ghosts in the world. However, the scene in the dream was so real and cruel.
The oppressive feeling of the monster tearing through space, the bright red blood flowing when it tore through human bodies, and the painful and panicked wails of the crowd all left a deep impression on him.
He remembered standing in front of a child. Before he even had time to react, he was pierced through the chest by the tentacles that the monster stretched out.
When the thick fog enveloped the entire manor and the monster got into Old Master Chen's body, the dead suddenly came back to life.
They seemed to have forgotten the fear and pain before death. Every five days, they repeated what had happened before they died.
They came back to life again and again, but in the end, they would all meet their demise.
He hovered in the garden, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as everyone died repeatedly and then revived unconsciously.
"Have some water." Seeing that his face was really pale, Brother Hu poured him a glass of water.
"Thank you." Little He glanced out of the window. It was still not dawn, and the occasional chirping of insects came over. "Brother, I forgot to ask you last night. How should I address you?"
"Friends like to call me Brother Hu. You can call me Brother Hu or Xiao Hu." Seeing that his complexion had improved a bit, Brother Hu turned up the temperature of the indoor air - conditioner. "Dreams are always the opposite. Don't be afraid."
Hu?
"My friend came to Chen Garden to apply for a job. He was rejected because he was born in the Year of the Tiger." Little He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, gradually regaining all his senses.
Brother Hu: "Haha, maybe I'm just lucky."
All thanks to the God - Master System that forced him in here.
"Brother, can you tell me about the content of your dream?"
Brother Hu couldn't believe that this was just an ordinary dream, considering how much it bothered an undercover police officer.
Little He told Brother Hu about the content of his dream.
It was okay at first. But when Brother Hu heard that the evil spirit possessed Old Master Chen and everyone in Chen Garden forgot what had happened in their previous lives and repeated the events of the five days before death again and again, his heart started pounding violently.
The repeated cycles were because the dungeon was opened countless times to welcome different players.
Although it was Little He who had the dream, the one who truly felt fear was actually him.
"Go to sleep." Seeing that Brother Hu was frightened by the dream he told, Little He, who had already recovered, comforted Brother Hu instead. "Don't be afraid. Didn't you just say that dreams are all fake? If there's really something wrong, I'll definitely stand in front of you."
"Yeah, it's all fake." Brother Hu forced out a couple of dry laughs, turned off the light in the room, and lay back on his own bed.
The police officer Little He said that in the dream, he was just a bystander, watching the people in Chen Garden die and wake up repeatedly, which meant that he originally didn't belong to this dungeon.
But now, this police officer who didn't belong to the dungeon had appeared in Chen Garden.
So, at this moment, was Chen Garden in the process of the dungeon being opened, or was it before it became a dungeon?
If it hadn't become a real dungeon yet, then what was it?
Was it an exploration dungeon being constructed by the God - Master, or...
Was this originally the world of the living, and it turned into a space for players to conquer because of the intrusion of the evil god?
When dawn broke, Brother Hu sat up. Little He was already neatly dressed and had folded the quilt into a perfect square.
"Brother, you're awake." Little He put the breakfast on the table. "Have breakfast."
"Thank you." Brother Hu touched the hot breakfast. The staff dormitory was not close to the kitchen. The other person must have run over.
"Brother Hu, I'm in a hurry to go to work." Little He finished his meal in two or three mouthfuls. "See you at noon."
"Okay." After Little He left, Brother Hu turned around and looked at the quilt neatly folded like a tofu block on the other's bed. He bent down to shake it open and refolded it into a scroll shape before leaving the room with peace of mind.
Half an hour later, the supervisor who was checking the employees' dormitory tidiness opened the door, took a glance, and ticked the "clean" column.
Little He and several colleagues carried breakfast to the VIP building. The bodyguards outside the building took the breakfast and only allowed Little He to enter.
Knowing that the VIP valued privacy highly, the servants were not surprised. They just envied Little He for being treated differently by the VIP.
Stepping into the main building for the first time, Little He was a bit nervous. He carefully glanced around.
General Manager Su was sitting on a carved wooden chair, reading a book. He seemed like a noble young master who had traveled through a thousand years of time and space and blended perfectly with this antique building.
There was no one talking in the room, and Little He didn't dare to make a sound either. After putting the tray in his hand on the table, he quietly stood beside the dining table.
From the moment he entered the room until now, General Manager Su hadn't even glanced at him. Sitting there, he was like a lifeless painting.
It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from the corridor that he saw General Manager Su put down the book in his hand, and there was a glimmer of life in his cold eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Su." Chao Musheng was lying on the railing. Two tufts of hair on his fluffy head were swaying as he walked downstairs.
Su Chenzhu looked up and showed a faint smile. "Good morning, Zhaozhao."
After walking downstairs, Chao Musheng saw Little He standing in the corner and smiled at him. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Mr. Chao, Mr. Su." Little He opened the lid of the breakfast. "Please have your breakfast."
"Meow." A black cat followed Chao Musheng downstairs. It looked only a few months old, fluffy like a ball of coal.
"Black..." Little He stared wide - eyed as he watched the little black cat rub its head against Chao Musheng's trouser leg and then gracefully walked up to General Manager Su and sat down.
Ink Ball: "Meow."
Servant of humans, where is my breakfast?
Su Chenzhu closed the book, stared at Ink Ball for a second, then got up and went to the kitchen to bring its special cat food.
"Shh." Seeing Little He staring blankly at Ink Ball, Chao Musheng put his index finger in front of his lips and smiled. "This is a secret. Don't tell anyone."
"Okay, okay." Little He came back to his senses. "Mr. Chao, is this General Manager Su's beloved pet?"
"No." Chao Musheng laughed as he watched Su Chenzhu come out with the cat food. "This is my cat."
What?
Little He was surprised. Was it right for the boss to serve cat food for an employee's cat?
"What are you laughing at?" Su Chenzhu put the cat food in front of Ink Ball, then got up and sat down beside Chao Musheng. "Where do you want to go in Chen's Garden today?"
"I don't want to go anywhere. I want to find a cool and well - ventilated place, lie back half - reclined, drink tea, play with my phone, and just be in a daze." Chao Musheng yawned. "I didn't sleep well last night."
"Did you have a dream?" Su Chenzhu scooped the breakfast into Chao Musheng's bowl.
"I can't really remember. Anyway, my mind was just in a mess." Chao Musheng said. "The game department sent a new framework concept last night. I think this idea is very good. As long as there is enough technical support, it's completely possible to achieve that effect."
Su Chenzhu asked, "Do you think it's feasible?"
"Yes," Chao Musheng nodded. "With the current technology of our Kunlun, there won't be any problems."
"Good," Su Chenzhu had no doubts about Chao Musheng's judgment. "Later, ask them to send the application, and I'll sign it for them."
Little He thought in a daze that the way General Manager Su and Mr. Chao got along was completely different from what he had imagined between a domineering CEO and an employee.
After the meal, the bodyguards set up two rocking chairs in the yard. Chao Musheng was playing a mobile game on the rocking chair, while General Manager Su and Secretary Liu were dealing with work indoors.
Little He refilled the tea in Chao Musheng's cup. He was very worried that Mr. Chao would be beaten by his colleagues because of his excessive leisure.
"Stop looking. It's my vacation now," Chao Musheng swayed the chair. "Sit down and have a chat."
"How can I..."
"Come on, you've already given yourself away. There's no need to pretend in front of me," Chao Musheng pointed to the rocking chair beside him, signaling Little He to sit down. "Dude, why did the unit arrange for you to come?"
If it weren't for him helping to cover up last night, this guy would have been kicked out long ago.
"The team leader originally planned to have an experienced person bring a newbie so that I could gain some experience," Little He gave a shy smile. "Unexpectedly, I was the only one selected in the end."
"Yesterday, the butler gave me twenty thousand yuan and asked me to monitor your and General Manager Su's words and deeds," Little He remembered the black cat that slept after eating. "He also specifically asked me if there were any cats in your yard."
"I can provide you with convenience for whatever you want to investigate," Chao Musheng poured a cup of tea for Little He.
Twenty thousand? Is the Chen family so stingy when bribing informants?
It should be that the butler took kickbacks again.
"Thank you, Mr. Chao," Little He was really a bit thirsty. "But the organization specifically emphasized to me that ordinary people should not be involved in danger."
"Has Chen Er touched any drugs he shouldn't have?"
Little He subconsciously shook his head. Only after shaking did he remember that he couldn't disclose the details of the case to ordinary people.
Chen Er didn't touch anything he shouldn't have, but the relevant department arranged for a police officer to go undercover. So there should be other problems with the Chen family.
Chao Musheng wasn't the kind of person who was so curious as to pry into the police's handling of the case. He stood up. "Let's go. Is there anywhere you want to go?"
If his grandparents found out that he had the ability to help but pretended not to know, he'd be scolded when he got back.
"I..." Little He hesitated and didn't want to speak.
"The wooden building in the north courtyard or the main house in the east courtyard?" Chao Musheng stretched. "It's uncomfortable sitting for too long."
"Mr. Chao," seeing Chao Musheng getting ready to go out, four bodyguards followed.
"Don't hesitate. Come with me for a stroll around," Chao Musheng knew what Little He was worried about and directly took him out. Even if he was going to be an undercover agent, he had to familiarize himself with the routes in the Chen Garden first.
"This road leads to the north courtyard. Old Master Chen likes to enjoy his life, so there are hardly any surveillance cameras on this road," Chao Musheng said seemingly casually. "However, there are often security guards patrolling around the Listening-to-Rain Pavilion."
"Except for the yard where I'm currently staying, most of the other guests live in the west courtyard of the Chen Garden." Chao Musheng suddenly stopped speaking and looked up at the waterside pavilion behind the willow grove.
On the waterside pavilion, a middle - aged man in a long robe was practicing swordsmanship.
The wind of the sword whistled. Suddenly, he pierced a wooden pillar with his sword.
Little He gasped. What a master!
"Is there a guest coming?" The middle-aged man pulled his sword out of the wooden pillar, twirled it skillfully in the air to create a beautiful arc, and then turned to look at Chao Musheng. "I'm a layman staying in the Chen Garden. My surname is Xuan. May I ask where you're from, sir?"
Chao Musheng: "..."
It seemed that this was a middle - aged man fond of ancient styles.
He estimated the diameter of the wooden pillar and tried hard not to laugh.
From a mechanical perspective, to pierce through such a thick pillar, it was impossible for one's wrist to start and retract the sword so effortlessly.
Actually, he was quite good at physics.
"I see that you're surrounded by a purple aura and come in the light. Your fate is extremely noble, young sir," Mr. Xuan said. Seeing that Chao Musheng didn't say a word, he thought the young man was awed by his sword - skill just now. Then he sheathed his sword.
Chao Musheng was almost certain that this man was after him.
He put on a smiling face and asked, "Really?"
"Of course," Mr. Xuan put his hands behind his back. "Please come into the waterside pavilion and have a detailed chat with me, young sir."
As expected, young people these days loved to hear auspicious words.
Wasn't he hooked now?
"Please elaborate, Mr. Xuan. I'll listen attentively," Chao Musheng stepped into the waterside pavilion. A man who could even say that a moth flying into a fire was inauspicious should be quite good at deception.
Now it was his turn to use some half - archaic and half - modern words to disgust this man. How delightful!
