Everyone who entered the dream dungeon didn't know that when Ling Ding fell asleep in Xiang Ya's arms, each personality of the dream officially woke up.

They gradually appear in each world, playing one by one like the established protagonists.

Zhang Fanyu stared down at the cat teaser in his hand.

"Cat feeder?"

He frowned and muttered something.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the quiet space, which seemed abrupt and weird.

Zhang Fanyu immediately raised his head and stared forward.

Not far away, a woman with a face covered in powder and white powder appeared out of thin air, and she was kneeling and sitting there quietly.

Her head hangs slightly, exposing a large section of snow-white neck skin on her back.

A woman in a cumbersome and delicate kimono holds a shamisen with her head down, and a porcelain-white pick lightly plucks the strings. The soft voice and the occasional drum beat form a wonderful piece of music.

At this time, the white-faced geisha slowly raised her head, played expressionlessly, and stared straight at the man standing opposite her.

A geisha has a big head and a small body, like a delicate and cold porcelain doll.

Zhang Fanyu also looked at her expressionlessly.

He carefully looked at the woman's makeup, and when he touched the huge Adam's apple that was slightly exposed above the collar of the other party, his eyes paused.

'Women's boss? ’ he thought.

A piece of music was played quickly, and if Zhang Fanyu, an absolute music idiot, commented on it, he would not find anything special except that the piece was sad.

The pick ends up lightly across the strings.

The "geisha" put down the shamisen and looked at him steadily.

Silent embarrassment echoed between the two.

Zhang Fanyu opened his mouth slowly: "Daba?"

This is a catchphrase that a colleague of his who loves Japanese anime often says, and he thinks it is a polite greeting.

The "geisha" paused without speaking, and picked up the shamisen again to play.

Zhang Fanyu's expression suddenly became serious, and he strode forward, deciding to stop the other party from playing the piano.

I thought to myself: 'It's useless for you to play it to me many times, I can't hear any tricks. '

The "geisha" was stopped by a big hand, and raised her head sadly.

Tears of blood slowly slid down his eyes, melting the white face makeup that was as solid as a mask, and a tear trail flowed out.

Beneath the tear stains was a broken face, with cracks growing vertically.

Like a china doll re-glued from pieces.

As soon as Zhang Fanyu stopped, the geisha plucked the sanxian again, and the tune was the same as before.

In the confined space, only the sad music echoed.

Zhang Fanyu realized later that the atmosphere at the moment should be very terrifying.

But when he noticed the crack on the other's face, he subconsciously looked at the rest of the "Geisha" body.

His professional training as a criminal investigator made him forget that he should be afraid at the moment.

He even got closer, separated by a small square low table, and studied it carefully.

Every inch of "Geisha"'s eyes moved along the movements studied by Zhang Fanyu, but the movements of his hands were fiddled with concentration.

Zhang Fanyu frowned and stared at the other's fingers holding the pick.

It turned out that the knuckles had to be looked closely to find out that they were broken into sections, but the broken fingers were now glued together like the other's face.

Suddenly, the music was interrupted, the "Geisha"'s eyes slowly moved down, and the cherry red lips painted into the upper and lower petals slowly lifted.

His eyes collided with Zhang Fanyu's.

"Does it look good?" he said.

With a soft and sweet voice, he said, "Would you like to be someone like me?"

...

As soon as He Ke opened the door, a torrential rain fell on his face, and the rain fell on his body.

A man in a blue uniform chased after him on an electric bike.

When he came to He Ke's side, he asked, "It's raining so hard, why is it still parked on the side of the road? It's almost time for food delivery, so hurry up and go."

He Ke stared blankly at his uniform, just like the man.

Riding under him is a shabby little electric donkey.

Although he was still conscious when he came out of the room, the moment he saw the clothes, he still couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Because, He Ke is also a delivery man in reality.

He has little knowledge, his parents died early, and there are elderly grandma and young sister who need to take care of him, so he came out of the society very early to work hard.

But life often forced him to breathe.

A year ago, Tang Shuangye sent a flyer to her as a target sleeper, and the selected person happened to be the customer he was going to deliver food.

That night was the same weather as it is now - the sky was exaggerated as if it was broken, and the rain was pouring down.

The guests didn't even look at the flyers stuffed under the door, only He Ke saw it when he squatted down to put out the takeout.

To be honest, when he saw the flyer, he was attracted by the words "monthly income over 10,000".

He once heard his colleagues fantasize about changing to a job that could make money while lying down.

I heard him say that this is the job of a hotel sleeper. You only need to go to various star-rated hotels to sleep for one night, and you can get tens of thousands of wages.

He always thought that such a good job would not be his turn.

But from the moment he saw the flyer, He Ke felt that he had grasped the turning point of his fate, and he might not have been unlucky as he imagined.

Soon, he called Tang Shuangye.

...

He Ke withdrew from the past, slowly twisted the handle, and started to drive the electric car.

From the moment he joined, he knew how dangerous the job he was applying for was.

But if his life can be exchanged for the money that has been embarrassing for most of his life, he will never regret it.

‘Sister is still waiting for me, I must earn enough points here to go back. ’

'I don't care what the truth of Li Gui's death is, as long as I can save my life and find a safe room. ’

He Ke looked down at the mobile phone wrapped in a waterproof case, and drove to the destination along the navigation.

This world he saw in Mo Xinxin's clues, this is a world of deliverymen, and the main color of the world is cyan.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky, which was blurred by the rainstorm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

‘Before entering the dream, everyone discussed how to group them, but didn’t expect that they would be forced to be dispersed. ’

"She should be fine." He Ke said suddenly.

Tang Shuangye, who was watching in the supervision room, had a gloomy expression on his face.

He Ke didn't ask her for her opinion, so he applied to join this dream dungeon without authorization, which doubled the high points for Bona.

If I had known that I had found out that he had come to apply for a job with a flyer by mistake, I should not have kept him because he had the determination to put it to death and live in the future.

But other people are already in the dream, Tang Shuangye can't run into the dream to help again, even if she wants to, her irradiated body can't support her to do so.

Now Tang Shuangye listened to He Ke's calm speech, and was so angry that he wanted to drag the sleeper out and beat him up like Cui Le was before.

He Ke didn't know how angry his manager was now. He gradually drove away along the navigation, and just reminded his colleague that he had turned to the other side at the fork.

But he himself drove into a road farther and farther away from the city.

The surrounding buildings were reduced, and He Ke drove a straight river bank road, with a turbid and wide river on the right.

The rain dripped down on the side of the river, and in the torrential rain, it seemed that as long as a gust of wind blew through, the living people moving on the embankment could be swept into the river.

He Ke skillfully controlled the car with one hand, raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, his facial features were wrinkled, and he squinted at the destination that indicated that he was approaching.

"There is still 100 meters to the destination." An electronic prompt sounded from the headset.

It's not that He Ke doesn't know where he is going, and it is very likely that there is danger hidden, but this personality world is so big that if he doesn't take the initiative to approach danger, he has no clue at all to find an exit from here.

Thinking like this, the electric car quickly arrived at the destination.

He Ke got off the car, ran to the back of the car, and opened the car to take out the takeaway.

As soon as he opened the incubator, his pupils contracted.

The box was full of money, wrapped in a clear plastic bag.

The only terrible thing is that more than half of the money in it is stained with mottled blood.

It looks like the money must have gone through some bloodshed before it got in.

He Ke's heart was beating wildly, and he looked around subconsciously.

Except for the sound of pattering rain and whistling wind, there were no traces of other living people.

He Ke swallowed, carefully took out the money, and looked to the distance on the right.

There was a jetty jutting out there, and the rain had been so heavy that he couldn't be sure if anyone was waiting there.

But the phone showed the consignee was there.

He walked slowly towards the pier. In the process of walking, for some reason, he always thought of his sister who was seriously ill in reality.

Before coming to Dongjiang City, He Ke visited the hospital and saw his little sister lying weakly on the hospital bed with her head shaved.

Opening the mouth is to make him, the elder brother, give up treating her.

She knew she couldn't survive, so she didn't want him to work so hard.

The moment He Ke left the hospital, he always thought that he had exchanged his points for a lot of money, but when new bad luck came, he still didn't have enough money to fight against it.

"The money is not enough, I need more and more money..."

He stopped suddenly, muttering to himself like a dazed man.

His fiery eyes gradually moved down, staring at the heavy bag of money in his hand.

The author has something to say:

Can't hold back a day in the small theater, give up struggling =. =