Taylor edited the email according to the other party's request, and then sent it to an email server.

He knows a bit about network technology.

Knowing this server address is just a transit and a springboard.

As for where this email will eventually go, he doesn't know.

He didn't want to find out either.

Taylor just wanted to get it done as quickly as possible and see if the man would keep his promise.

After the email was sent, Taylor did not leave, but hung up in his own mailbox, waiting for a reply.

The man told him that he had to wait for a reply.

At this time, Taylor's fat friend brought a can of Coke and handed it over.

"Thank you Marvin." Taylor opened it and took a sip.

The feeling of the refreshing sweet drink sliding down the throat is very wonderful, and it seems that at this moment it can make people forget all their worries. Fatty Marvin also happily opened a can and drank it in one gulp.

"Taylor, what have you been busy with recently?" Marvin sat on the sofa with a box of potato chips in his hand, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I found a job." Taylor sighed: "I have to make money, unlike you, who have your parents to support you."

Marvin opened the second bottle of soda: "They're dead!"

"who?"

"My father and my mother!"

Taylor was shocked: "When did it happen? How did he die?"

Marvin took a deep breath: "About half a month ago, a monster in the dream attacked the place where they lived. Including them, a total of thirty-two people died."

Taylor was surprised, but he was even more surprised by the tone in which Marvin said these things.

It was very plain, as if he was talking about a very common thing, but it was obvious that Marvin was pretending to be calm. This fat man was not as indifferent and indifferent as he appeared on the outside.

He had been to Marvin's home before. Although it was messy, it was not as messy as it is now. It was just like a garbage dump.

He kind of gave up on himself.

"Sorry, I didn't know!" Taylor didn't know what to say.

"It doesn't matter!" Marvin said magnanimously: "Brother, there's nothing to be sorry for. It's the end of the world now. Do you understand the end of the world? Everyone has to die. It's just a matter of sooner or later. Maybe when my parents leave.

It didn't hurt, and that's a good thing, considering how fucked up this place is now."

Taylor knew that Marvin's parents lived in another community not far from here, and the safety index was not low.

But after all, it is not like a real wealthy area, and there is still the possibility of being attacked by nightmares.

But as an ordinary person, he, like Marvin, has no choice but to muddle along.

As Marvin said, live one day and earn one day.

"Taylor, I'm only a little better than you, that is, this house belongs to me and I don't need to pay rent. Maybe you should move here. Anyway, I'm the only one here. Let's play games and take some drugs when we're tired.

, look at me, I haven’t slept for two days, I’m very energetic.”

Marvin is an optimist under pessimism.

It is surrender and peace to the cruel life.

For Taylor, moving here is indeed very tempting because he can save money on rent.

"I heard that some places are not polluted yet. Maybe we can move there." Taylor still wants to live. No matter how unsatisfactory life is, he is willing to move on.

He doesn't want to die.

"Haha, then you should take a look at this." Marvin picked up a tablet and opened a software. On it were some research articles, data and corresponding prediction results.

"This is the Doomsday Home community, the most popular social software now. There are many awesome people here, understand? Really smart people." Marvin pointed to the brain.

"According to their predictions, our, that is, White Eagle Country's initial mishandling resulted in nightmare pollution that was twice or even three times that of other regions. In other words, the situation was not as bad as it is now.

It's all the fault of those idiots in the white house. Those guys only know how to perform and speak, and only want to make money. Even if the world is going to end, those guys only want to keep their power and money."

"Those guys missed an opportunity, and the result is now like this. Not only do I have to buy a bunch of guns to protect myself in the real world, but I also have to spend more money to buy weapons in the nightmare world, but these weapons can only kill and

Except for people like us, they have no use against truly terrifying monsters."

"According to the data model of some smart people, the entire White Eagle Country, no, the entire North Beautiful Continent will be completely destroyed in the next month. Even now, less than 20% of the area has not been contaminated. You know

How many people crowd into those places every day, and do you know how much it costs them?"

"The funniest thing is that after finally getting in, the so-called safe place turned into a nightmare zone a few days later. All the previous efforts were in vain. Hahahaha, it's so funny."

Marvin is indeed a nerd, and a fat guy at that, but this guy's brain is not clouded by Coke fried chicken and cream cheese.

Typical human sobriety.

After finishing laughing, Marvin leaned on the sofa and said: "Brother, the world is over, let's have fun in time. By the way, I have a few big buckets of cream ice cream here. Do you want a bucket?"

Not to mention, Taylor also wanted to lie flat with Marvin for a moment, completely flat.

But he felt that even if the end came, he would not necessarily have to die.

At best, it's just a change of lifestyle.

Just like what that person said to himself last night.

At this moment, there was a beep on the computer, and there was an email notification.

Taylor immediately went up to check.

Half an hour ago.

Huaguo, Qianlong Safe Zone, General Administration Academy of Sciences Base.

Professor Xie is writing a new research report on the nightmare world. He does similar things almost every day. He spends all his time on research and analysis.

The motto he upholds is: Life never stops, struggle never stops!

At this time, the phone on his desk rang.

Professor Xie frowned.

What he hates most is being disturbed when he is working, and he has said more than once that unless it is a particularly urgent matter, do not disturb him.

He answered the phone impatiently.

A few seconds later, when he put down the phone again, Professor Xie could no longer care about his research report.

He immediately operated the computer and opened the internal mailbox.

Someone from the network department just told him that he had an email from the other side of the ocean, and the email was signed by Lin Mo.

Lin Mo hasn't contacted him for five days.

Professor Xie was a little worried at first, but when he heard that Lin Mo actually sent him an email through the real-world email system, he was only shocked and curious.

Professor Xie clicked on the email immediately.

The content of the email is in English, but to Professor Xie, this is simply child’s play.

He quickly read through a few lines of text.

"If the consciousness in the nightmare world is too far away from the body, it will indeed lead to the inability to wake up. It seems that this has been proven."

Professor Xie murmured to himself.

The content of the email was very simple. Lin Mo should have asked another person to send it, saying that he had encountered a small problem and was currently in the nightmare zone on the other side of the ocean.

Unable to wake up.

Professor Xie is asked not to worry about things over there. All he needs to do is ask Professor Xie to send someone to take good care of his body so that he doesn't die.

"What kind of airplane is this kid doing?" Professor Xie had a big head.

I made good promises when I left, but something happened just a month later.

However, Professor Xie also knew Lin Mo's temperament, and the small problem he mentioned was probably a very big problem. But because the distance was too far, it was difficult for the General Administration to bring any support to Lin Mo.

After all, most countries around the world have closed their doors to prepare for the imminent nightmare invasion.

Professor Xie also heard that North America will become fully polluted faster than other regions. According to simulation results based on the data model, a full outbreak will occur in about a month.

By then, the entire North American continent will have turned into a nightmare zone.

What’s funny is that the other party is now using the media to promote that White Eagle Country is a model for fighting against nightmare invasion, and that it has found a way to coexist with nightmares.

It sounds pretty, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that isn't this just lying down?

The talk is so hype that I don’t know how many people die every day, but I don’t have any idea.

Professor Xie is too lazy to take care of this matter.

In short, I can't give Lin Mo any support now, and the other party doesn't ask for it. He only talks about the current situation, and the other focus is on his body.

Professor Xie made arrangements immediately.

With the ability of the Academy of Sciences, there is no problem in maintaining Lin Mo's body's life-support system.
To be continued...