Dreaming is a very technical job.

Xiong Xin and Zhao Xiaolei were taken to a room next door, where they saw several imps in sinister costumes fiddling with their laptops.

Seeing Hades coming in with the two of them, he quickly stood up, and one of them reported: "Hades, it's all ready, it's time to start." ”

The king of Hades was noncommittal, and motioned for Xiong Xin and Zhao Xiaolei to sit down, and several ghosts immediately put on a headset for the two, which made the two of them have a unique sense of ceremony, and immediately became serious, sitting upright, as if facing a great enemy!

A little ghost twisted the instrument on the side, it looked like a speaker, and after screaming for a while, Xiong Xin blew twice, and there was movement!

Zhao Xiaolei also cooperated with the "...... Wei ...... "Yes, there is an echo.

A working ghost said to Zhao Xiaolei and Xiong Xin: "Two leaders, do you know the ID number of the person who holds the dream?"

Zhao Xiaolei rolled his eyes and said, "Set up obstacles, right?"

The little ghost hurriedly explained: "Chief, you misunderstood, this is a convenient way, of course, if you say your name, you can do it, but you have to retrieve it, it's not for fear of delaying the chief's time." ”

Zhao Xiaolei said unhappily: "Don't say it earlier, I have to find Liu Chenghuang, his name is Liu Minghui, from Binhai City, in his forties, male, unemployed, he is looking for ...... Yao Yao, female, should be born in the 90s, also a coastal person, working in Xiongxin Group, you can search for it. ”

"Chief, wait a minute......"

The efficiency of the underworld and the network database are also by no means ambiguous, and it is said that the database of the underworld is networked, but Liu Chenghuang is still such a dirty slag working method, which makes Zhao Xiaolei feel that the construction of science and technology informatization in the work of the mortal city god temple has a long way to go!

In less than a minute, the imp's message came back, and the laptop showed the basic information of the two dream subjects, which had to be confirmed by the dream holder.

Xiong Xin was looking at Yao Yao's information, and a big black face appeared in front of Zhao Xiaolei - this is too much in contrast to the big white face of the king of Hades who came to the computer next to him!

One is an African native, the other is a Nordic brother, well, I mean skin color, it has nothing to do with appearance - basically none of these two goods have the appearance of the table.

Black and white impermanence?

Zhao Xiaolei's first thought was that Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu were the messengers of world civilization, one from Black Africa and the other from Northern Europe!

Zhao Xiaolei slandered in his heart, the work still had to be carried out, and Lele told the little ghost - that's right, it's this black-faced man!

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Xiong Xin's little ghost crackled for a while, and told Xiong Xin: "Mr. Xiong, that Yao Yao girl hasn't rested yet, is it a trick?"

Before the words fell, Zhao Xiaolei also came with feedback; "Chief, that Liu Chenghuang is ......"

"Exactly what?"

"Do your best to ...... people"

"Speak human words!"

"Yes, chief, Liu Chenghuang is happy......"

Zhao Xiaolei, "......"

What the hell is going on? He and Xiong Xin are in a hurry, and none of the dream objects are sleeping well, like words?

Seeing that it was almost 12 o'clock, it was already troublesome to do things in the middle of the night, and I had to go through hospitals, funeral homes and other units.

Zhao Xiaolei waved his hand and said decisively: "Means!"

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Liu Chenghuang was in a good mood today, the overpass stall caught a black-hearted businessman, and he pit the guy fiercely, played half a catty of wine at night, went home to get two dishes, and had a few drinks with Mrs. Chenghuang, and was dizzy, and the two of them made love to each other.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and suddenly Liu Chenghuang's brain was dizzy, and he was disturbed by sleepiness, so he actually fell asleep......

Mrs. Chenghuang shook him and pinched him angrily, but there was no response, and in desperation, she washed away with resentment.

When Mrs. Chenghuang came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see Liu Chenghuang getting up and dressing, with a serious expression, this Mrs. Chenghuang had also seen the world, and hurriedly asked, "But is there something?"

Liu Chenghuang touched his wife's long hair and said apologetically: "I'm sorry just now, God trusts dreams, urgent tasks, I have to go out." ”

Mrs. Chenghuang was a knowledgeable person, so she hurriedly helped sort out her clothes and asked, "But Director Zhao's mission?

Liu Chenghuang said with a dark face: "Yes, he was on a business trip in the underworld, and just now he asked me to rescue his sworn enemy Xiong Xin." Then he muttered again: "What the hell are these two enemies doing?"

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There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Yao Yao sat in the mourning hall of the funeral home in a daze, accompanied only by her best friend Jiang Ziyi, Yao Yao has been in such a daze these days since her uncle had a car accident, and she has not slept for several days.

She felt as if it were all fate.

That day, my uncle didn't know what kind of wind was pumping, so he had to drive out by himself, but he accidentally crashed into the oncoming mud truck.

The car is a famous car, the airbag or something has popped out, although the uncle looks unscathed, but he is in a deep coma, and he has used countless methods to rescue him in the hospital without improvement.

Another day passed, and my uncle was no longer breathing, and his pulse had stopped, and the damned doctors said - they did their best......

Yao Yao wanted to cry very much, but she couldn't.

Her uncle was her only relative.

Her uncle was closer to her than his daughter.

Uncle is even more obedient to her......

Looking back on these years, my uncle has paid and doted on me, but I always ignore my uncle, I am really too willful, my uncle is very busy every day, but in his busy schedule, his only wish is to have a meal with him, but she can't even meet such a simple little request.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Yao Yao looked at the cold crystal coffin, looked at her uncle's handsome face, tomorrow my uncle will be on the road, and there will be no more such person in this world.

Yao Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly: "Uncle, don't go, I'll accompany you to play golf, I'll accompany you to dinner, wake up, you can do whatever you want Yaoyao to do with you......"

In this way, Yao Yao fell asleep next to her uncle's coffin in a daze, and Jiang Ziyi dragged her to the sofa with a lot of effort, covered her with a quilt, and gently wiped away her surging tears with a tissue.

"She's so tired these days, let her get some sleep. Jiang Ziyi also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yao Yao's dream is very real, her uncle is smiling and standing in front of her, she is still so mature and handsome, Yao Yao is happy and wants to hug her uncle, but who knows that her uncle said: "Yaoyao, guess, is my uncle dead?"

Yao Yao looked at the real uncle in front of her, smiled so hard that the pear blossoms brought rain, and said coquettishly: "How could my uncle die? I haven't accompanied my uncle to dinner yet, will you invite me to eat steak at noon tomorrow?"

The uncle winked mischievously and said, "Those doctors said I was dead, but I think we should try to save myself in another hospital......

Yao Yao cried for a while and laughed for a while: "It's such an old-fashioned joke, but Yaoyao listens to her uncle!"

The uncle seemed to stroke her hair, and said a little seriously: "Tell relatives and friends that tomorrow's memorial service will be canceled, let's change hospitals, and we will have to eat steak at noon tomorrow......"

After that, the figure of the uncle slowly faded away, Yao Yao panicked, and shouted hoarsely: "Uncle, don't go!"

Jiang Ziyi's hand was tightly held by Yao Yao, she looked at Yao Yao lying on the sofa with pity, crying and laughing, and kept shouting: "Uncle, don't go!"

Jiang Ziyi burst into tears.