The image of an old man in a black suit is an indissoluble mass of ink, which blends with the darkness and cannot be separated.

With a strange smile on his face, he slowly walked towards Char.

The old man had the ability to kill nightmares in seconds, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Faust fell into a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself.

He is a high-sequence adecracy, even surpassing Dewey and reaching Sequence 4.

Char doesn't know anything about the reader's sequence 4.

Char didn't know why the other party was eyeing him, the little person in Sequence 2.

"Char... I've heard your name. ”

The old man walked up to Char and put his hand on his shoulder.

In an instant, Char's surroundings changed.

He appeared in a dark alley.

Faust's body twitched and fell to the side, still trapped in a dream.

In front of Char was a young man in a black suit and holding a cane.

He looked young, not a few years older than Char. But a pair of eyes are as muddy as an old man, and the expression on his face is also old, giving people a feeling that his life is about to come to an end.

"This is reality?"

Char was slightly stunned and looked at his palm, the translucent palm had returned to normal, which showed that he had returned to reality.

But what about the old man in the black suit?

Char looked at the young man in front of him and felt that he was very familiar.

"Lance, you're Lance!"

Char suddenly exclaimed.

In addition to Dewey's friend, the exile's boss Furdge, there is also a chief dream builder who left the Oneiroi group a year ago.

This man's name is Lance!

The young man in front of him looked very vicissitudes, but Char recognized him as Lance.

"Oh, I didn't expect anyone to remember my name." The corners of Lance's lips were raised, and his laughter was like that of a crow.

"Where's the old man?" Char said strangely, "His clothes are the same as yours, and his laughter and demeanor are very similar. You're much younger than him, though. ”

"Try Dream Roaming, and you'll see truths that others can't perceive." Lance glanced at Char and smiled.

After being reminded by Lance, Char took out the coin and flicked it high.

His consciousness floated above his body, looking towards Lance.

I saw that Lance's face had changed, and he had become extremely old and withered.

"That old man is you! The soul of the elderly, the body of the young. You... What's going on with you! ”

Char was stunned, consciousness returned to her body, and her face was full of astonishment.

Char's heart was in turmoil, and he heard that there was a witchcraft in the Second Age that could drain the soul of an old man and possess it on a young man in order to prolong his life.

He also heard that scientists at Akademgorodok had recently developed a new technology called consciousness transfer. It can exchange the consciousness of the elderly with the young, and it can also prolong the life expectancy.

The Lance in front of him, is it the Lance before?

Could it be a rich man who, through the transfer of consciousness, snatched Lance's body?

"I'm Lance, Lance is me."

Lance smiled, "If your consciousness stays in the dream long enough, you'll be like me." I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind, this is not the place to chat! Come with me and trust me, I have no ill will towards you. ”

Lance lights a cigarette and spits a puff of smoke at Faust.

Hypnosis!

Faust immediately stood up, with a blank expression and empty eyes, and walked in the direction of the psychological clinic.

"When he goes back, he'll get a good night's sleep. If he hadn't deliberately provoked me and said something big, I wouldn't have let him fall into a nightmare. Luckily, tomorrow morning, he will forget about the terrible experience of this evening. ”

Lance walked ahead and led Char through the cobweb-like streets of the Old Town.

A few minutes later, the two stopped in front of a bar called "Rainbow".

In front of the bar stood two bald men with tattoos on their upper bodies, reaching out to stop Lance and Char.

Lance spat out a puff of smoke at the two, and they were immediately hypnotized to make way for them.

The bar is dimly lit, and sexy dancers writhe their limbs on the stage, making many blood-pumping provocative movements.

There were many men and women in the audience, under the anesthesia of alcohol, writhing their bodies to the music and lights.

The air is filled with the smell of hormones.

Char was visiting this kind of occasion for the first time, and she felt very novel.

Lance walked into a luxurious private room, and soon the disheveled men and women inside walked out with empty eyes, and they were all hypnotized by Lance.

Lance patted the sofa, motioned for Char to sit down, picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, filled it for Char with his own hands, and said, "Cheers to my new colleague." ”

"New colleagues?"

Char was stunned, stared at Lance for a long time, and said, "You left the Oneiroi Group a year ago?" Why do you say I'm your new colleague? ”

"Oneiroi Group? That was a long time ago. So long that I almost forgot. Has it only been a year? Lance poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down, "Re-introduction, B-class federal agent Lance, affiliated with the Nightmare Institute!" Are you Char, my connector? ”

"You're a federal agent... And it's B-grade! Char looked at Lance and was completely shocked.

Only Suzanne and a handful of high-ranking members of the Silverwing Hunter Guild knew that Char had promised the Federation to become an undercover agent to investigate the secrets of the Oneiroi group.

Lance directly said that Char was the connector, and the strength he showed was indeed worthy of a B-class agent.

Most crucially, Lance says he is affiliated with the Nightmare Institute.

Not long ago, Char had just learned of the existence of the Nightmare Research Institute from Merlin.

Lance in front of him is a nightmare, or rather, a nightmare spreader!

Although Char is almost certain that Lance is a B-class federal agent.

But he still said cautiously: "Please show your agent badge so I can trust you." ”

"Be cautious enough! You have what it takes to be an undercover agent. ”

Lance smiled and unscrewed the end of his cane.

It turned out that the end of the cane was hollow, and inside was a silver badge with the shape of a crown engraved on it.

"Agent Lance, you're here for the death of C-Class Agent Lucy?" Char confirmed Lance's identity and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I did get the assignment to investigate the cause of Lucy's death. I've been in Hope City for a while, though. My original mission was to investigate the Nightmare Plague. Lance's originally cloudy eyes suddenly exuded a strange brilliance, "It's wonderful!" Only the sinful soil of Hope City can give birth to such a flower of evil and give birth to so many nightmares. ”

"Char, I've actually seen you a long time ago. Guess what? Lance smiled.

"Have you seen me?"

Char frowned slightly, remembered for a long time, shook his head, and said, "I'm sure, it's the first time I've seen you." ”

"At that time... You're nervous, holding a girl's head in your arms..."Lance reminded.

"Fort William... I had just left the castle when I was knocked unconscious by federal agents. You... You're in that black sedan. I know... Solve the incident of Fort William and kill the high-order powerhouse of the android Ender is you! ”

Char pointed at Lance and exclaimed.