Bai Luoling seemed to have had a long dream.

She came to a strange city, the name of the city sounded very strange, she even thought it was the brightest, richest, and most orderly city on the continent before she arrived, but whenever people mentioned the city, they would mention another name - the dungeon.

Those who mention "dungeons" believe that in this city, as long as you have enough wealth and strength, you can enjoy the best life you can think of in this world, you can have anything you want, as long as you can imagine everything, you can get it in this city - provided you have enough power and considerable wealth to satisfy your desires.

Therefore, the "dungeon" is the city where Bai Luoling has lived and has seen the most drifters with gold rush dreams.

After living in this city for a long time, Bai Luoling gradually understood the true meaning of "dungeon", it is in the seemingly slow passage of time, this huge city gradually drains these bodies and souls, so that they regret it after the loss of youth, and of course, there are people who have gained wealth and power in this city, so as to stand on the pyramid at the top of this continent.

Every morning, when the sun begins to shine on the earth, from all kinds of low-rise old houses and residential areas, you can see all kinds of young faces hurrying with dreams gathering in all kinds of office buildings and mansions in this huge city, which is greedily absorbing these vibrant and youthful breaths and nourishing more and more large bodies.

And at night, when tired and sleepy people pour out of office buildings and commercial buildings, gather at subway stations, bus stops, and taxi stands, and release the souls that have been suppressed all day under the colorful neon lights on the way home.

They were tired day after day, but they still dragged their numb bodies through the city at night.

Daytime has nothing to do with darkness, but darkness often descends after nightfall.

The dungeons have always been full of wanderers, they come from all corners of the continent, they are full of longing and hope, they consume their youth and strength in this city year after year, and let their souls wander alone, but after a long time, many of them find that they do not belong here—they have been isolated from the other side of the world on the other side of money and wealth.

Among these people, many of them return to their remote hometowns with nothing after exhausting their youth or even half of their lives, while others slowly and gradually take root in the city through hard work and become people with stronger souls.

Because the Dark City has far more opportunities than the rest of the continent, it has the largest population, the most complete service and the best quality management, and millions of people from all over the country with dreams enter the city to start living.

But the reality is cruel, some wanderers may still have a place to live, but some wanderers can only live in the city, fortunately the dungeons are warm all year round, except for rainy nights.

Wanderers in the dungeon were once documented and tracked, boarding in groups of unfinished buildings, some on park benches, some under culverts in bridges, and some even sleeping by garbage heaps, as long as it didn't rain.

But in recent years, the most popular among the wanderers are the underground taverns in the dungeon, although the dungeon is glamorous during the day and night, but in the second half of the night, these taverns will light up with an ambiguous pink light, attracting the souls who have nowhere else to go to gather here.

The dungeon's tavern is cheap, a beer costs five copper coins, one silver coin can you enjoy a pork chop set with friends, and if you have gold coins, you can even have a box where you can take the girl to make a fuss with impunity.

Of course, there are some people who don't even have copper coins, but it doesn't matter, the owner of the tavern will decide whether to let you stay here based on your value, they will allow these wanderers to stay in the corner of the restaurant on a cold and rainy night, and will even give some of the leftover food to the guests or give them a rest, and allow them to rest until the end of the night.

Of course, these are not completely free, because there are people who need to get what they want here, or exchange what they want here, and there are many people who need the services provided by these drifters, and they will pay for these poor people.

The dungeon tavern has gradually become a favorite place for dungeon drifters to pass the time, with swinging music, cheap food, and unpleasant beer, and spending the night in the tavern may be enough for only five copper coins.

What they need to pay is the sharing of some information and intelligence, or paid labor services.

After so many years in this city, Bai Luoling has accumulated some reliable walkers in the dungeon tavern, most of them are wanderers in this city, and of course there are some well-informed people who want to make extra money, after all, the guide pays the walkers very well.

Walkers, in fact, as the name suggests, are the apostles of guides, in this city, guiders are a mystical profession that belongs to different organizations, and walkers are to provide information and services to guides for remuneration.

Many people in the dungeon don't know about the existence of the guide, and what Bai Luoling wants to see is the least known of the guide organization - the pathfinder.

Among Bai Luoling's followers, there was a wanderer who did not seem to have his real name, and he asked Bai Luoling to call him Ah Sheng.

Of course, as a wanderer in this city, it doesn't make a difference whether he has a real name or not, but he is different from the other apostles - Ah Sheng never meets Bai Luoling in the dungeon tavern, and he always meets Bai Luoling in the back porch behind the dungeon concert hall.

He went back to sleep on the benches in the back porch of the concert hall at twelve o'clock at midnight, and when he met a concert that interested him, he would listen to it in the back porch from the beginning to the end, and the guards of the concert hall knew him, and strangely enough, the guards never drove him away.

Even the head of the concert hall acquiesced in his sleep there, which was almost an unthinkable thing in the almost cold dungeon, where everyone knew that the head of the concert hall in the dungeon had an almost pathological mental cleanliness.

One day, because the client asked to investigate a special murder case, a disciple in the tavern told Bai Luoling that Ah Sheng might know about the case and introduced him to Bai Luoling, so Bai Luoling set off to find him.

When I arrived at the concert hall, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and on the wooden bench in the back porch, Ah Sheng was lying there, with a music poster of Vivaldi's "Storm at Sea" on his chin and a preview of Glinka's "Trio of Pathétiques" plastered on the wall behind his head.

Ah Sheng lies there like the sculpture of Victor Knoll in the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, looking like he is sleeping soundly.

At this time, Bai Luoling seemed to wake up, which didn't seem like a dream.