Dim subway platform.

The aging wires on the billboards sizzle and the light boxes flicker.

That's an advertisement for Oneiroi Group.

A middle-aged man in a straight suit pointed to a silver sleep box, raised his thumb, and smiled all over his face: "Oneiroi brand sleep box, let you say goodbye to insomnia and have a good dream every night!" ”

On the dirty floor of the platform, more than a dozen office workers lay on the ground, trapped in a nightmare, their faces terrified and unable to extricate themselves.

Faced with such a strange scene, Char's heart was full of horror.

"You're a dream girl?"

Char can't help but associate her with the dream girl in the urban weird talk.

Although she didn't know what the purpose of the dream girl was, Char felt a strong uneasiness in her heart.

The girl in black didn't answer, just stared at Char quietly.

Thundered...

The roar of wheels sounded in the depths of the tunnel, and the late subway was about to arrive.

The sleeping office workers breathed steadily, their expressions were calm, and their frantically rolling eyes stopped, which was a sign that they were about to wake up.

"It's okay... The subway is almost there. ”

As soon as Xia Ya breathed a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly got up, his eyes were still closed, and he exclaimed, "I'm sorry, Arya, I don't know what's wrong with me?" I love you so much! No, no, no... I didn't kill you for the insurance money and push you off the roof. I'm really not in it for the money... I just couldn't control myself, and I really didn't want to stay poor. I'm sorry, Arya...."

The man is dreaming, and it's a nightmare.

He dreamed of his dead wife.

The most terrifying thing is that it was his wife who he killed with his own hands.

The man's words made Char feel creepy.

In front of him was a murderer.

At this time, the middle-aged man opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were scarlet, full of madness.

"Dreams! I know, it's a dream! Arya, you torture me every day! Want to break me down, drive me crazy! I won't give in! I want to live, use the money you got in exchange, and live in style! ”

The middle-aged man couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and he thought he was still dreaming.

At this time, there was a sharp whistling sound in the tunnel, and the subway was about to enter the station.

"It's a dream, I'm going to wake up!"

The middle-aged man suddenly turned into a vertical figure and rushed towards the railroad tracks.

"Danger!"

Char subconsciously reached out and wanted to grab the man.

But Chara's shoulder was firmly grasped by a cold hand, it was the girl in black.

The hood of the raincoat was blown off by the air waves, revealing the face of a girl.

She was about the same age as Char, fifteen or sixteen, with messy short purple hair, fair skin, thick smoky makeup, and cold and rebellious light purple eyes.

Her appearance and temperament are completely different from Dream Girl.

"I'm going to wake up!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man had already climbed over the railing, stood on the railroad tracks, looked at the approaching subway headlights with scarlet eyes, and laughed wildly: "Alya, you can't win me!" I tortured you while you lived. Even in hell, I'm going to torture you! ”

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man's body shattered and was hit into a puddle of mud by the subway.

Blood and minced meat were all over the windows.

A severed hand flew over and landed on the platform.

Yes!

The passengers who had just stepped out of the subway screamed in fright when they saw such a bloody scene.

The subway station was in chaos.

Security personnel in black uniforms immediately rushed into the subway to maintain order.

Soon a cleaner arrived, neatly packed the body into a black sealed bag, and cleaned the platform and subway car.

In less than ten minutes, the subway was back in operation.

"There are more and more suicides in Hope City. The suicide rate has climbed to the first place in the federation. ”

"The Internet said that the suicide was related to the nightmare virus. I heard that it was the Oneiroi Group that developed this virus that can make people have nightmares in order to sell sleep machines, and quietly put it in the city. ”

"Those capitalists eat people and don't spit out bones, and do everything for money."

The passengers in the carriage looked frightened and whispered.

The first car of the subway.

The cleaners had cleaned it, but scarlet blood could still be seen slowly running down the cracks in the windows.

Passengers would rather squeeze into the back carriage like sardines than get into the first carriage.

In the empty first carriage, there were only Char and the purple-haired girl.

In fact, after the chaos was over, the purple-haired girl did not have the slightest fear, and went straight into the first carriage and sat in the corner seat.

Char hesitated, gritted her teeth, and followed the girl into the carriage and sat down across from her.

Thundered...

The subway started slowly, speeding through the tunnel, and a loud wind poured in through the window.

"Hey, who are you? Why did you stop me and not let me save that man? Char was angry in his heart, and his tone was unceremoniously, in his opinion, the purple-haired girl was partly responsible for the death of the middle-aged man.

"He's the scum of humanity, and he deserves to die." The purple-haired girl's expression was extremely indifferent, and after finishing speaking, she took out her headphones and immersed herself in rock music.

“...”

Char originally wanted to ask her some questions about the nightmare plague, but her indifference to rejecting people thousands of miles away made Char speechless, so she could only give up.

"Weirdos."

Char muttered in a low voice, the headache began to move again, he hurriedly opened the holographic bracelet, his consciousness immersed in the virtual space, and studied the course.

As expected, Char read and memorized a lot of knowledge, and the headache slowly subsided.

Char was pleasantly surprised by this discovery.

Although it is a symptom but not a cure, it is a matter of celebration for Char not to be tormented by a headache, even if it is only for a few minutes.

"Tsk, honor student."

The purple-haired girl glanced at Char with a look of disdain, closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and immersed herself in the rock world like a storm.

Laugh at...

The metro stops at the transfer station.

The purple-haired girl made Char feel very uneasy, and Char didn't want to be alone with her, even for a second.

The moment the car door opened, Char rushed out.

The interchange station is the largest subway station in Hope City.

Dense passengers waited on the platform, and the delay of the subway caused by continuous failures had already exhausted their patience.

The passengers had no idea that there had just been an accident in this carriage, and you squeezed and rushed in, filling the originally empty carriage in an instant.

Char glanced back, and the purple-haired girl seemed to be unmoved in her seat, already overwhelmed by the crowd.

Following the voice directions, Char walked briskly up the stairs, through the tunnel, and changed to a subway line.

Char's luck was good, the subway to the East District had just stopped.

Compared with the other three districts, the eastern district is remote and desolate, and there are not many people in the carriage, Char found an empty seat and just sat down, and the subway started.

Char raised his head, his expression frozen.

The rebellious girl with short purple hair sat cross-legged across from Char, with headphones on, eyes closed, head swaying, immersed in the hoarse roar of the rock singer.