Northland 9th District.

Underground mines in the city of Renza.

The drill rumbled and rattled, making Allen's arm tingle.

Gravel splinters kept falling, mixed with dust, staining the eyebrows grayish-white, not to mention the clothes.

Although the sprinklers sprayed water mist to remove some dust, the air inside the mine was muddy, stuffy and smoky, and the noise from the drilling rigs was enough to make people run away.

Working twelve hours a day in exchange for basic living security is Allen's life.

Snort~ The drill truck stopped suddenly, and the foreman Brown got his head out of the car window, lifted his mask and shouted: "Damn! It's fucking womb again! ”

Stopping the drilling machine in his hand, Alan responded: "Presumably this damn machine is in a mood again, I'll take a look." ”

Removing the orange helmet, the sticky skull is slightly more comfortable.

In this harsh hoistway environment, this inferior helmet does not bring people a sense of security, but makes people feel more hot.

Lifting the hood of the drill truck, a puff of white smoke billed up, apparently due to a malfunctioning igniter.

Alan took out the toolbox to replace the accessories, twisted his head and said to Brown: "Brother, I've been dreaming a lot lately, and I've always had the same dream. ”

After inserting the nut, the force was twisted, and Alan began to struggle to even speak.

"Is it that your mother-in-law tosses you every night so that you lose sleep?" Brown's fat face trembled, and his face was full of obscenity.

", none of her business."

The nut began to loosen, and Alan spoke intermittently: "It's not insomnia, it's a nightmare." ”

"What kind of dreams? Are there any sexual encounters? Passing the ignition, Brown revealed the vulgar taste of a middle-aged man.

"There are no women, only known to be wearing a strange jumpsuit, wearing a helmet made of crystal, talking face-to-face with a person in a vague space." After Allen got into the hood, he began to disassemble the igniter.

"Less, is it that you have watched too many sci-fi movies, or have you drunk too much cough water?" Brown sneered and laughed: "Lao Tzu looks at ***** every day, why don't you dream of fragrant scenes?" ”

"Seriously, it's not a joke." The igniter was extremely hot, and Alan hurriedly dropped it as if he had received a hot potato.

"The face of the man in the dream is blurry, I don't know what the hell it looks like, I just know that it has six tentacles."

"What the hell? Clean. Brown glared.

"What I said is true." Taking over the new igniter, Alan looked sincere.

"All right, brother. Today, I will stop work half an hour early, so I suggest you go home and wash up and sleep, and don't mention any ghosts. Putting away his smile, Brown's face darkened.

The lift creaked and began to rise after a jolt.

Alan leaned against the metal edge and looked up at the orange ceiling light.

Life is so dull and boring, going to work and getting off work at two o'clock and one line, just like this dim sky, extremely depressing.

It is true that as Brown said, he has been exhausted by nightmares for days, and even his expression has begun to be in a trance.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the six tentacled creatures seemed to be right in front of him, winding their tentacles towards him.

Ka! There was another jolt, and the elevator car door opened.

The crowd in the congested cabin rushed out, and the cabin, which was originally like a sardine can, was suddenly deserted.

After the automatic shut-off, the lift continues to rise.

Ding~ The indicator marked D2 flashes and the elevator cabin opens.

The cold wind poured in, Alan grabbed the corner of his clothes, wrapped his body tightly and hurriedly walked out.

The aisles are wide, and the fluorescent lights at the top glow coldly, reflecting the constant flow of pedestrians.

The pedestrians are as indifferent as machines, and their expressions seem to be all poured from a mold.

"Have pity on the poor heavenly father's boys!" A ragged beggar tugged at the corner of his coat.

Messy hair, dirty face, and even the palms of the hands are dry and black.

Alan felt his shriveled pocket, and there was no money left except for a few smaller dinars.

Ding~ The metal dinar fell into the begging basin with a crisp sound.

"Thank you! May Heavenly Father visit you. The beggar folded his hands and wished in an old voice.

After giving him all the money coefficients, Alan boarded the suspended bus.

The carriage was congested, and the tiredness raged behind a metal handle.

There are boring advertisements looping in the carriage, and I commute to work twice a day, and I have long been tired of reading this boring advertising slogan, and I can recite it even with my eyes closed.

"Boom!" The phosphor screen screen is switched, and the sound is not the music that I am familiar with.

"Are you disappointed in your day-to-day life, are you lost in the future, are you lonely in your lonely days......

In the picture, a well-dressed young man alerts passers-by with chattering rhetorical questions.

It's a brand new ad, and even Alan is attracted to the unconventional advertising slogan.

"Life is like a journey, you don't have to care about the place you reach, what you care about is the scenery along the way, and the mood of seeing the scenery. Let your body and mind fly, let your mind travel! Michel tailors a new journey for you. You don't have to worry about expensive travel fees......"

The young man was calm and steady, and introduced with a humorous advertising slogan: "Only one hundred and eighteen dinars, yes!" It's that affordable. You don't have to go through the bumps of the road, you don't have to drag heavy packages, and you don't have to take the risks of rioting, as long as you choose our Dream Implant ......"

Dream implantation?

The term is absolutely fresh.

Alan listened with interest, no longer having time to look out the window at the skyscrapers and the overcast sky.

"Not three hundred and eight, not two hundred and eight, just one hundred and eighteen. Yes, you heard it right, it's one hundred and eighteen! The price is not exaggerated, and the quality is guaranteed. One hundred and eight you can't buy fooled, one hundred and eight can't buy deception, one hundred and eight buy peace ......"

"Walk by, don't miss it, don't hesitate, don't wait, miss once, regret it for life, you deserve good things! The Dream Journey starts your cheap and safe journey, and all you need to do is get a good night's sleep. ”

The salesman's gushing spit is almost drowning.

Snort~ The car door opened, and Alan looked up and found that he was at the head of the station.

"Michelle is located in Block E, 132nd Floor, Hansen Building, Norton District, and all the staff are waiting for you with sincere emotions and excellent technology."

Glancing at the fluorescent screen, Alan jotted down the address and hurried out.

The security checkpoint was crowded like a horse, and there was a long queue.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn.

Roll up the cuffs and scan the barcode on your wrist at the entrance, and the data will be displayed immediately.

Name: Allen. Old.

Age: 28 years old.

Address: Block C, 15th Floor, Building 9, Nolanda District, Lensar City.