Chapter 261 Different Dreams
Jeffrey sat up in shock as if he were dying of illness.
Rost stood up and looked at him in surprise.
"You actually came back alive?"
"You sound like you really want me to die."
"How did you come back?" Rost asked quickly without paying attention to Jeffrey's joke.
"I came back after having an unforgettable nightmare." Jeffrey felt weak in his heart when he thought of his endless whereabouts.
"Are you okay?" Rost climbed up and down Jeffrey's body to check his condition.
The final conclusion is, very good.
Except for some serious mental wear and tear, everything is fine. The mental wear and tear only needs to be recovered slowly, and you will not lose control on the spot if you are free or not.
Jeffrey said at the same time: "I made a deal with them."
"As expected." Mouse Rost made an emotional voice, "So what did you betray to get them to let you back?"
"Some Brotherhood intel."
"Well, you are just a thug hunter, you don't know anything." Rost said easily.
"And me as a person."
"...?"
Rost's rat face showed an obvious dullness: "No, even though you call yourself a handsome guy, is there really anyone over there who likes you?"
"What are you talking about! I just want to work for them!" Jeffrey slapped him, but Rost easily dodged it.
Rost said: "What about you now?"
"It's okay. It won't affect my current work. They said they only want my evening time."
"Your description is pretty much what I imagined."
"It's in a dream!" Jeffrey was speechless.
Rost smiled: "Anyway, it's good that you're still alive. We've been partners for a few years. I can't bear to see you die like this."
"Aren't you afraid that I will become a spy now?"
"It's okay, just like I don't care about you leaking information about the fraternity, our fraternity doesn't have many secrets. Apart from your daily idleness, most of our members have their own decent lives. It's normal to do odd jobs for others. ." Rost said nonchalantly.
"Is there such a thing?" This was the first time Jeffrey had heard about it in so many years.
"You have no self-awareness at all, although there are no part-time jobs in Fuso City," Rost said.
"Then I'll go work boldly?"
Rost thought for a moment and then asked: "Wait, what do you mean, they have a dream world?"
"Yes, a dream world completely controlled by them. Although I can protect myself in it, it is difficult to resist them because the entire dream environment is under their control."
Rost's mouse face became a little solemn: "Realm? No, even you can't resist, that may be the 'realm'!"
"Probably, so I was recruited obediently." Jeffrey said.
"If there are strong men who control the 'world', it's no wonder that we overturned. Alas, in troubled times, they came to Fuso City at this juncture. I'm afraid we have to be prepared." Rost sighed.
"By the way, Rost, they asked me if I could recommend a place to join the brotherhood." Jeffrey mentioned.
"Okay." Rost replied without thinking.
"Agree so easily?"
"The Brotherhood is not an organization with a high degree of cohesion, a program, and ulterior secrets." Rost emphasized again, "Let them get what they want. Having multiple people working for us is not a bad thing."
"Okay, okay, then I'll talk to them later." Jeffrey nodded and said.
He stood up and saw the brightening sky outside.
It was morning, and it was rare to get up early. He rummaged through the remaining supplies in his residence, and finally took out a few pieces of toast, chewed them in his mouth, and gave one piece to Rost.
"By the way, Baicang has also been arresting troublemakers on a large scale recently." Rost said while eating toast.
"How could they get involved in this kind of thing? Aren't they originally good at causing trouble?" Jeffrey opened a bottle of milk that he didn't know if it had expired, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth.
"There should be a high demand for ether energy in a short period of time. The details need to be explored further."
"With such a large amount of ether energy collected, should we find an opportunity to take action?" Jeffrey asked.
"Be careful this time. Although the two of us can't fight together and run away, Baicang is not easy to mess with. It's a behemoth that we know we can't confront head-on. If we are attacked again, these people won't be able to do anything." Those people in your dream are so easy to talk to."
"Actually, it can't be said that those things in dreams are so easy to talk to."
Recalling the miserable situation when he, as a so-called technical tester, tried various projects in the bizarre world in their dreams, he could only shake his head bitterly.
It seems that I will try a dream possession project every few days, I hope it won’t be too outrageous.
"Then I'll go find out about Baicang first." Rost said after finishing the toast on his paws.
"Go ahead and be careful."
After one person and one mouse said goodbye casually, the mouse Rost quickly disappeared into the shadow in the corner of the room.
…
Recently, the troupe's dream carnival has become more and more lively.
Of course, it was originally very lively with Wan Yi filling in, but recently there have been more selected participants, Little Leek, which naturally makes it even more lovable.
Anyone who passes the inexplicable interview and enters here will definitely not want to leave here in the end.
For most of the participants in the Sinking Sky Island Group, the most popular thing is not the various novel exchange items at the ready, but the beautiful dream world.
By paying for the essence of dreams, people here can experience all the dreams they want.
Even though I know it's fake, I feel it is real.
For those struggling with the sinking island group, this is better than anything else.
They are tired during the day, tortured by nightmares at night, and their bodies and minds are teetering on the edge of collapse.
They don't want to become stronger, they don't want to climb up and become the so-called powerful people.
All these poor people want is a moment of peace.
And the dream world satisfies them and makes them intoxicated.
In order to stay in that world as long as possible, they will work hard to break through the script in the interpretation hall, harvest the essence of the dream, and then devote themselves wholeheartedly to the dream.
Catri was sitting in the bar in front of the performance hall, listening to familiar but unfamiliar music, drinking wine, and her eyes were a little hazy.
Ever since he shot himself in the dream, he felt as if something had been let go of in his heart.
That shot freed me from my confusion.
But even though he hoped to get some new life for himself, he looked at the theater carnival in front of him and didn't know what to do.
Today's bartender is an ordinary "red sheet" wearing a white mask and politeness.
The pretty little girl who interviewed him occasionally comes to work as a bartender.
But it was just hearsay, and he had never met that person again so far.
There are many people who come over to see if today's bartender is that girl every night when they dream, and they are so fascinated by her that they can't find her.
Catri was fine. Although the other party was indeed beautiful, he still wanted to continue the original conversation.
"If you just sit here and drink all day long, sooner or later we will have to consider the cost of drinking." The top hat and red sheet in front of him said.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I don't know what I want right now." Katli said.
"If you don't do anything, you will end up wanting less and less." Top Hat Red Sheet said.
“That seems to be the case, but if you don’t have what you want, you will have less motivation.”
"Then it looks like I have to add money to the drinks, so maybe you'll be motivated."
"It's better to avoid this. I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death by others who know about it," Catri said.
"Read more scripts. Maybe you can find something different and exciting this way. It's not to earn something, but to witness something."
Catri thought thoughtfully, finished the drink and said, "Indeed, thank you man."
"You're welcome." The top hat and the red sheet said.
Catri stood up, seemingly determined.
And not long after he left, Wan Yi informed in his mind: "Let him try to play in the real boundary. Let me think about it, Mr. Yang recently heard that he wants to open a school?"