"I'd like to hear about the Dream Journey."

The word popped up in his head inexplicably, and it wasn't until after the mouth was uttered that Alan regretted it.

"Yo he~ I'll ask the right person if you ask." Starting the vehicle, the driver whistled happily.

"I've heard people say it's high-tech, and it's much more fun than those virtual games."

When autonomous driving is turned on, the driver only needs to keep an eye on the front without manual control.

"So what?" Adjusting his sitting position, Alan was interested.

"You always know about virtual games, right? You can play any role, but you have to buy a set of equipment first, and there are too many accessories to pay a lot of money. People like me can only listen, and they don't have the strength to participate in the virtual world. ”

After squeezing his eyes at Allen, the driver grinned: "Indulging in that kind of world every day, people will become stupid, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, so that they have mental problems." A friend of mine was arrested in a psychiatric hospital because he couldn't tell whether the virtual world was in the real world or the real world, and the anterior lobe of his brain was forcibly removed. ”

"Huh? So serious? Alan was dumbfounded.

"Isn't it~" After finding that the guest had been led by his nose unconsciously, the driver smiled and said in a chattering voice: "The dream journey is more magical, I heard that it was originally used to treat amnesia, and later found that it can reorganize consciousness and plant it back into the human brain, allowing people to obtain new thoughts and memories." Best of all, it won't be as addictive as a virtual game, as you can choose the time limit for consciousness. ”

"Time limit for consciousness?" Surprised, surprised, it was beyond Ellen's imagination.

"Yes buddy~ you can choose a week, or a month, and forget about it all after that. I said buddy! Especially in the dead of night, that taste~ hehe! The driver smiled obscenely, as if he had appreciated the sweetness.

"What's wrong with the dead of night?" This alerted Allen, who was trying to find a way to cover up his nightmare, and the driver's words always piqued his curiosity.

"That tastes so good! It's so cool to the roots! What you want in a dream, and the most important thing is that no one else knows what you dreamed or what you did in your dream, and the reality is unbelievable. "When it comes to the dream trip, the driver talks eloquently.

Judging from my own experience, I guess this black buddy has tried.

"As advertised, the price is fair, even a little person like me can come to that hair a month." With a bright smile, the driver is like a spring breeze.

"Is it really that good?" Alan will be skeptical.

"Who uses who knows!" The driver squeezed his eyebrows, and his white teeth were revealed again.

"Great, you must know the way, get me there." Out of caution, Allen's nerves tensed.

The stimulation surges, the dopamine secretion makes the heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and Alan seems to be not going to experience a dream trip, but to go on a date behind his wife's back.

"Understood!" The driver slammed the direction and deliberately showed off his skills.

The levitating taxi suddenly turned around and brushed past the glass window of the skyscraper, causing Alan to tremble.

"Dude! It's here. The vehicle slowly descended and the doors opened.

"Ten dinars." Elbowing on the door, the driver grinned.

After handing over the twenty dinars, Alan waved his hand: "Don't look for it, the rest is considered a tip, and you can use it as dinner for the three children." ”

"Oh ho~" After kissing the coin, the driver excited: "You are so good!" This is my business card, press the button on it when you need it, and Harry will be there for you. ”

After taking the business card, Alan glanced at it.

The business card is embedded with a location pager.

Just press the button, and if the driver doesn't have a customer to pick you up, he'll go straight for you.

This method is simple and crude, and it can be regarded as "private work", but it is not allowed at the level, because tax evasion can be done.

Bite~

The high-speed lift door opened, and Alan stepped into the hall.

The hall is lavishly decorated and decorated in a psychedelic style.

The colorful glass paintings are like a brilliant dream, and the light is strange.

Alan was stunned, and sighed in his heart: I didn't expect the aura of this company's reception to be so big.

"Sir, how many?" The welcome lady nodded her head, so enthusiastic that people were at a loss.

"One...... A. ”

Damn, I knew to change into decent clothes.

Realizing that he was dressed in casual clothes, which seemed to be extremely inconsistent with such a scene, Allen felt inferiority and stammered in response.

"Please check in at the front desk." Miss Manners smiled heartily, bent over and stretched her arms, and greeted the visitors with a warm attitude.

At the front desk, the receptionist is wearing a snow-white professional outfit tightly bound to his chest, and his career line is deeply concave, while the mini skirt can barely hide his hips, and the snow-white professional clothes are printed with brown skin.

After handing the customer a spreadsheet, the receptionist stretched out his palm, flipped it over and over again, and then compared something.

Alan glanced at it, and noticed that the receptionist's exaggerated eyelashes flickered, reminding him of an animal that existed in an electronic library.

Yes, this animal can't fly, but it walks like a fly, and even more ridiculously, when it encounters danger, it will stick its head in the sand, and be naïve enough to think that it is safe.

"Please register your information, there are a lot of people participating in the experience today, I'm afraid you will have to wait a while." With his slender palms open, the receptionist looked at the nails repeatedly, as if concerned about the proper color of his nails.

Pinch a slender electronic pen with two fingers, and when the tip touches the nail, the nail cover quickly changes color.

After changing several colors in a row, the receptionist was relieved until it turned scarlet.

Alan noticed that the receptionist was wearing a headband, what was the mood headband.

Anyone who wears a headband changes the color of their hair as their mood gets better or worse.

Sharon was particularly fond of this kind of gadget and had planned to give her one on her birthday, so naturally she knew the function of this headband.

At this moment, the receptionist's hair is bright and the color of his nails is the same, and he must be in a very happy mood.

"Mr. Allen."

A balding man hurried in with an electronic screen.

The nasal voice was thick and buzzing like a woman's voice: "Welcome to Michelle's company for a dream journey, my name is Turner." Please go to the lounge for details. ”

After a brief pleasantry, Turner turned on the electronic screen.

"Mr. Allen, before proceeding with consciousness implantation, please allow me to consult with you about your requirements for this dream trip."

Looking at himself with eager eyes, Turner was expectant.

"Request?" Alan glared.

Can you still make a request? The good feeling is suddenly born, and it is a lot more relaxed.

"Yes~ You know that the principle of our company is that the customer is God, and everything is people-oriented. It is our duty to do our best to do a good job in each of our consciousnesses. ”

Putting away the words, Turner explains, "For example, the elements you want to add to your dreams. ”

"I'm sorry, it's my first time, please introduce me in more detail." Adjusting his posture, Alan apologized again and again.

"Of course. For example, character limitations, plot limitations, content selection, and so on. ”