[####的创作委托: Create a work based on Him.

There is no restriction on the form and genre of content.

Time limit: 15 days.

Remuneration: Determined according to the degree of diffusion and fascination of the work. There is no remuneration for failure to meet the basic requirements.

Accepting an Order/Rejecting an Order】

(The electronic information in the article uses [] as a distinction)

Creation commission? Someone commissioned him to make a dream shadow?

Bai Zhe couldn't help but feel excited, he was going to have a job again!

It's a little weird, but it's a order! It shows that someone appreciates his talent!

After two seconds, he calmed down.

The content of the commission is clueless. There are a bunch of garbled characters in the place of the name, and I don't say how the remuneration will be settled. The degree of spread and obsession should be the number of clicks and likes in other words, right?

Client-oriented...... He hadn't even seen the client, he didn't know anything about his identity and appearance, and he created a hammer.

The more Bai Zhe thought about it, the more suspicious he became, it wouldn't be a damn reality show. Now there are a bunch of cameras pointed at him, or he is lying in the virtual cabin of the latest model, and some six or seven line network channel is broadcasting all his actions live for everyone to watch.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

How about acting? If someone puts so much effort into playing themselves, what about cooperating with the performance?

Bai Zhe refreshed the delegation interface, exited the interface again, and clicked the eye icon to re-enter. No response. It's stuck.

He stared at the white pupil, a little agitated. He had a faint familiarity with the eye, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The interface is still stuck, you can't get in and can't exit, and all the keys don't respond.

Until an extra closed black eye appears on the screen. The second, the third, dozens and hundreds of closed eyes.

One by one, they opened their eyes, revealing their pale pupils, like a solemn oil painting on a myriad of pure white buds blooming.

Black tears oozed from his eyes, like ink, like night, like shadows. Tears accumulate at the bottom of the screen, ripple and spread upwards against the current, and the tear stains and countless pupils form an unknown image full of sacred and quiet beauty.

Bai Zhe's brain was like a hazy veil pierced by his fingertips, and the memories of last night's dream poured out of it.

He had already met with the client, in a dream. To figure out what the commission was about, he just had to think back to the dream.

The uncontrollable shiver made his whole body stiff and his mind was down.

Invading the dream realm to communicate, this level of technology Bai Zhe can't touch at all, and it is not clear which group may master this technology.

Accept or reject the commission...... Do you really have the right to say no?

He tapped the desktop with his fingertips, then turned on the material extractor and selected the scene recall mode + full sensory collection.

Open the protective cover disguised as skin outside the interface, plug the data cable into the back of your head, and start extracting memory materials.

While recalling the dream, he may be able to extract good material.

Bai Zhe took a deep breath, closed his eyes and cleared his distracting thoughts, recalling the dream he had forgotten last night.

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The shattered mirror reflected a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, his messy black hair like weeds.

Moss grows on the cracked walls, and muddy, icy water droplets drip from the ceiling from time to time.

A small stream of water flows from the faucet, giving off a pungent smell of disinfectant. He washed the oil and blood from his hands.

Bai Zhe remembered this place, he had lived here for a while. It's been almost ten years.

That's where dreams begin.

He wiped the stains off the mirror with his water-soaked palm, being careful to avoid the sharp edges of the section.

Looking back behind him, there was nothing.

In the small bathroom, there was the sound of water.

He turned off the faucet, and the sound of the water did not stop, but became more and more obvious. Quiet and turbulent, like an invisible dark tide.

The air became condensed and stuffy, and the clammy touch crept into the skin.

Some kind of heterogeneous being is about to emerge. But he didn't feel fear, just a serious and solemn feeling welled up in his heart.

Bai Zhe saw from the mirror that the shadow under his feet slowly flowed backwards, covering the wall behind him.

The dark tide of shadows covered the walls and roofs, opening the pupils of each eye.

Dark tears dripped like rain behind him, rippling on the surface of the shadows. Thousands of pale eyes rose and fell in the dark tide, silently watching him.

"Good evening."

He looked in the mirror and greeted the unknown being.

"What shall I call you?"

There are small overlapping sounds in the ears, but they fall on the ears but are incomparably grand, like a sonata composed of the sound of rain and tides.

Gradually, he began to be able to hear certain tones and syllables clearly.

"Kalehin ......"

He heard a few strange syllables of unknown meaning.

Bai Zhe couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and vaguely felt that it might be some kind of invitation.

The majestic and beautiful being, split into thirteen tributaries and thirteen eyes, flowing towards him along the walls on both sides, like an embrace.

He struggled to breathe under the sheer pressure, his heart beating hard, but there was no fear. It's just the other party's natural aura.

He looked at the mysterious, great, beautiful being in the mirror, and was about to come into contact with it.

Turning around, there was nothing behind him.

Cold water droplets fell from the moldy ceiling, shattering the tiles.

Bai Zhe opened his eyes and was speechless for a long time, with a sincere smile on his face.

Inspiration! Truly inspired!

He cut off the material extractor and unplugged the cable and fastened the protective cover. The raw data has been collected, and the Dream Shadow is generating audio, video, and other sensory material.

The extracted footage must be fine. After recalling the dream, what he saw in the dream was like being seared into Bai Zhe's mind, more clear and profound than what he had experienced.

He opens the Authoring Assistant and clicks on Delegate.

【Acceptance of Request/Rejection of Request】

Accept.

A new icon appears on the interface, a closed black eye.

[Unnamed New Order]

Bai Zhe pondered for a moment and renamed the commission to [Kuroshio: Kalehein].

[Kalehin's commission: to create a work based on Him.]

Requirements: No restriction on form and genre, completed within 15 days, and at least 5 points of dissemination and 1 point of fascination within 7 days after publication.

Submission method: Public announcement.

Reward: Kalehin's gift (adjusted according to the work).

Dissemination of works: 0/5

Work Fascination:0/1]

For the time being, let's use the code name Kuroshio, or the syllable "Kalehein" heard in the dream, to refer to the unknown existence.

It turns out that there is no such thing as a delegated "person". With Bai Zhe's limited knowledge, it is impossible to define what life form he belongs to.

He has experienced a lot of supernatural dream shadows, and he has seen thousands of man-made gods, devils and monsters, not to mention them, and he has long been aesthetically fatigued.

Kalehein, his grand and majestic aura, his quiet and eerie beauty, is unlike all those man-made objects.

At least in Bai Zhe's heart, he was already convinced that Kalehein was an unknown real lifeform.

Without a doubt, this is a great source of material.

What people pursue when watching dream shadows is a real and novel sensory experience, and a strong emotional and value resonance.

And his encounter with Kalehein in his dream was absolutely new and unprecedented, like the first time man looked back at the earth from space.

Thoughts crossed his mind, and he barely felt the pain and discomfort in the back of his head.

According to the Dream Shadow Instrument, it will take more than two hours for the original material to be generated. The pink surface of the exterior has begun to burn, and the cooling fan is making suspicious noises.

Bai Zhe didn't dare to touch it, and he didn't dare to press any buttons.