Dewey sighed softly, stared at Char, and said, "When I was young, I was as naïve as you, and I always liked to talk about dreams and distant places. I won't argue with you, if you stick to your philosophy, I'll let reality teach you a hard lesson! ”

"Of course I will stick to the idea and stick to the dream." Char said.

"Good."

Dewey's expression was cold, and he said, "Since you don't want to build a dream, I have a customer complaint here, I will send you the customer information, and you can come to deal with it." If you can't get a customer to give a five-star review, the company will deduct 10% of your base salary, which is 300 federal dollars. ”

"Blackhearted Company!"

Char muttered quietly and left the office.

Not long after Char left, a hologram of Dr. Morpheus appeared in front of Dewey and said, "Dewey, that newcomer Char, has he been promoted to a dream builder?" How is his business ability, and does he have any hope of becoming an elite dream builder? ”

Dewey was respectful, bowed slightly to Dr. Morpheus, and said, "Char's ability to build dreams is undoubted, but... He is still too immature and naïve, and his ideas are not mature enough. However, I have arranged for him to deal with customer complaints, so that he can understand how difficult it is for customers and how cruel the reality is. He's a bright young man and should be able to mature soon. ”

"Hurry up, our Dream Heaven project is about to start, and we need a dream builder like Char." After Dr. Morpheus finished speaking, the figure vanished.

"Dream Heaven... Oneiroi Group has invested a lot of money in the past ten years, gathered many elite dream builders, and decided the company's future big projects... Got started? ”

Dewey looked at the picture of himself and Ferch on the table when they were young, and his expression was pained.

......

In the evening.

The sky began to rain lightly again.

Char follows the navigation of the artificial intelligence "Lei", walks out of the graffiti-covered subway station and enters the dirty and narrow lower city streets.

Char looked at the familiar street scene, the familiar dazzling neon, the pedestrians holding umbrellas, and the homeless people begging on the side of the street, although chaotic, but full of life.

The corners of Char's mouth lifted into a smile.

The client who complained lived near the neighborhood where Char used to live.

Char follows the navigation to the dilapidated apartment building and into the creaky elevator.

Bite...

The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor, and Char came to door 1401, and before he could knock, someone opened the door.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, he was handsome, spotless in a light blue suit, wearing a bow tie of the same color, and his demeanor was elegant and decent.

He seemed to be a gentleman from the upper echelons of the city, out of step with the chaos around him.

"I am an employee of Oneiroi Group, and I have received a complaint from Mr. Hayman, are you Mr. Hayman?" Char politely introduced his identity.

"Mr. Char, please come in. I'm Heyman's psychiatrist, Faust. Faust's smile was very relatable, and he said with a smile.

Char was just about to enter the door, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes looked at Faust incredulously, and he said in surprise: "I obviously didn't mention my name!" Why do you know... Psychiatrist... Are you a supernatural? ”

Faust smiled and nodded, "I'm the Sequence 2 psychiatrist of the Voyeur sequence." Mind reading is my specialty. But... Your mental strength is so strong that I can only read your name, not your heart. ”

Char frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "It is very impolite to snoop on other people's privacy. ”

Faust shrugged his shoulders and bowed slightly, "I'm Heyman's psychiatrist and his best friend." He has borrowed a lot of loan sharks, and I have to guarantee his personal safety and make sure that you are not a member of the gang collecting debts. If you feel offended, then I sincerely apologize to you. ”

The other party had already apologized, and Char didn't say anything, pursed his lips, and walked into the cramped room.

Cheap apartments in the slums all have one thing in common – they are small.

The ceiling is low, so you can only bow forward.

The furnishings in the apartment are similar to Char's previous rooms.

The difference is that the position of the bed is an old model sleep machine produced by the Oneiroi Group.

On one side of the sleeper is a cabinet filled with dream plates, thousands of them.

Char walked to the sleepmachine and saw a person lying inside.

This man has a scruffy beard, a gray face, and a very bad complexion.

His eyes widened, his hollow eyes staring straight ahead, his eyeballs bloodshot and huge bags hanging down his cheeks.

"Mr.... What happened to him? ”

Char could feel that was exhausted and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"... It's my friend. He was originally a securities trader and had a decent job in a large company. Faust stared at Char with pale blue eyes, and said faintly, "It wasn't until Heyman used your company's products that it became like this." ”

"You mean the sleep machine and the dream disk?" Char's gaze fell on the cabinet next to him.

"yes, those damn dreams!" Faust gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Those dreams are directed at human desires!" People with a little less willpower, as long as they experience it once, will become addicted to it and have a huge psychological dependence. Heyman is just an ordinary person, he was conquered by dreams and bought all his savings into dream disks. He quit his job and indulged in dreams every day. Having lost his financial resources, he had no choice but to leave the upper city... It can be said that it is your company's products that ruined! ”

"I don't agree with you. Everything has dependencies. It wasn't the dream that ruined, it was he who ruined himself. Char shook his head, as an employee of the Dream Group, he naturally wanted to protect the interests of the company.

"Of course, your company's products are all audited to comply with federal law. I can't legally blame your company. But... Have you heard of a new type of mental illness called 'dream dependence'? ”

Faust handed Char a paper diagnosis: "This is Heyman's diagnosis, he has dream dependence." ”

"Dream dependence?" Char had heard the name for the first time.

"Dream dependence is a new type of mental illness that has emerged in recent years. One thing patients have in common is that they have used your company's Dream products. I have also experienced the dream of your company due to work. Truly... Your company's products are of high quality and make people feel like they are there, and it's easy to get caught up in them. When patients use your products for a long time, they will become dependent. In other words, if you don't use a sleep machine and a dream disk to enter the dream world, you can't sleep peacefully, which is often referred to as insomnia. ”

Faust explained.