Wolman swallowed the smoke with his pipe hanging from his mouth, and the pale blue smoke enveloped him, with a spicy taste that was unique to tobacco.

Several of the residents hurried past the stairwell, and when they saw Wollman sitting there with the door open, they all looked surprised, but none of them asked.

Maybe it's just the other party's quirks, strange is strange, but it's none of your business, don't ask this and that, he doesn't affect anything anyway, and the residents let Wollman do it.

The small building was very old, and in some places the walls had peeled off, revealing bare red bricks and adobe, which seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.

This is Wolman's old house, he lived here when he was not yet developing, and most of the surrounding residents are still the same people, and they are also very familiar with Wolman.

"What's wrong with this kid Wollman? Why is he sitting alone at the door and not closing the door?"

"I heard that he was deprived of his qualification as a musician by the Musicians Association, saying that it was because he plagiarized another musician's music, violated the mission and responsibility of a musician, and it was all official words anyway, and to put it bluntly, this guy was unemployed. Maybe he's just doing this to vent his dissatisfaction?"

"So do you think he's crazy?"

"I don't know. Whatever, now that his job and social status are gone, he can't afford to deal with him......"

Wollman sat in the doorway, because the sound insulation of the floor was very poor, so he could hear the voices of the residents talking clearly.

His hands had clenched into fists at some point.

Achievements, all his achievements, are now all gone, and when he first started his career, how did the residents scold him? But now?

Sure enough, people are all interest creatures, and they no longer have any interests for them, so they ruthlessly abandon themselves.

This is the root of human inferiority, but this is also the principle of survival, and it is that only profit can drive human beings.

Wollman has never wanted to gain status as much as he does today. He has been a famous musician for so many years, everyone has come to talk to him, he has long been used to such a life, and now he suddenly falls from heaven to hell, for such a talented former genius, this is unbearable for him.

People who are used to living a rich life will not think of returning to poverty, and people who are in the spotlight will never think of being in the limelight.

Wollman remembered what the Dream Weaver had told him, that if he joined them, he would regain his status and glory, and that all the enemies who had hurt him would return to the arms of the gods.

I have to say that at this moment, Wollman was really moved.

He's going to trample those people back under his feet!

"I won't let you go. Wollman said through gritted teeth.

"That's good, Mr. Wollman, you seem to have figured it out. As long as you join us and do what we tell you to do, we can make you reclaim your glory. Rest assured, we won't let you do anything beyond the limits of your abilities, after all, talent is very valuable. The man in black, the Dream Weaver, came to Wollman again at some point, he smiled lowly, bent down, and took out the brown paper envelope that Wohlman had placed there from under the carpet at the door.

"You've invaded my dreams again!" Wollman glared at the Dreamweaver.

"Don't say that, it's just my own ability, I'm here to get the envelope you put under this carpet, and if you don't open the door and sit here like this, I won't invade your dreams. Mr. Wollman, you need to know that I need to keep my whereabouts a secret, and when you do join us, I will let you meet me in reality. ”

"You damn bastard!" Wollman looked at the Dream Weaver viciously.

"I told me, don't say that, I'm just here to get a letter, and when you wake up you will find my reply to you under the carpet, and I wish you a good dream, Mr. Wollman, and I will create a good dream for you." Leave. The Dream Weaver bowed slightly, and said goodbye to Wollman with gentlemanly courtesy.

Then, Wolman really had a good dream, in which he dreamed that he had helped the Dream Weaver do a few small things, and then the Musicians' Guild accepted him again, and banished the guy who had copied his tunes and beat him up permanently. Wollman regained his role as the much-anticipated musician, enjoying the audience's enthusiastic applause on stage.

He was rejuvenated, and his whole being was radiant.

When the dream was over, Wollman woke up, this time he didn't feel a headache, the dream he had had before seemed to be real, almost made him not want to wake up, wanting to enjoy a luxurious life in the dream world forever and satisfy his vanity.

The dreamweaver's words as he left still echoed in his ears, and Wollman staggered over and lifted the carpet.

The letter he had sealed in a brown paper envelope under the carpet was gone, replaced by a letter sealed in a white envelope.

The Dreamweaver somehow managed to take the letter from his dream, and then put a reply here while he was asleep!

How did he take things from reality in his dreams? Wasn't he dreaming, but the real world in a waking state?

Going around and around, Walman was dizzy again.

Maybe the other party created a dream for him, and then came and took it away while he was sleeping.

Wollman returned to the table with the envelope, this time not forgetting to close the door.

Pinch it with your hands, the white envelope is not too thick, it should be just one or two pieces of stationery, and in addition to that, there is a small hard thing, I don't know what it is.

Wollman opened the envelope and poured out a piece of stationery and a small badge inside.

It was a dark purple badge with a pair of wings engraved on it, and I don't know what it represented.

Opening the letter, Wollman saw the words that the Dream Weaver had left for him.

Don't say it, the words are pretty good.

"Dear Mr. Wollman, I know you must have many questions. That's right, I created the dream for you, and then came and took the letter away, don't worry too much. ”

"I know what you want, we are an organization that opposes the existing rule, called the 'Wings of Freedom', and there are not many of them right now, and we don't want too many people. As long as you join and do everything for the organization, I promise that when we overthrow the existing regime, you will not just have the life of a musician, but a more luxurious and admired life. ”

"Join us, it's all your kind here. ”

"Your friend, Dream Weaver. ”

.. A new revision, updated 2 faster, more stable 3 fixed

Still looking for "Reverse Setting Demon" for free?

Baidu direct search: "Reading Yue" 250,000 popular free reading, reading Yue, reading Yue exciting!

(. = )