After 12 hours of intense work, Colin collapsed into bed with blank eyes, and it took more than ten minutes to slowly get up.

The relationship between a migrant worker who gets off work and a bed is like a mobile phone and an electrical socket with 1% power.

[People just got off work, ten fingers are overheated, and I won't be on the number tonight.] Coo-goo-goo]

He posted in the open black group of the dawn of the apocalypse that he would not go to the other world tonight to do evil.

Just look for some Dream Shadows.

Colin reclined back in bed and put on his virtual glasses. After flipping through a few pages of the app, he opened the Mystery Corner.

Among the three major dream shadow platforms,Golden Apple is the trump card of Eden Entertainment,The material is novel and of high quality,The cost is expensive。 Red Flash's main focus is all free, the review is relaxed, and it contains all the hottest themes at the moment, with a large amount of money but serious homogeneity.

Dream Corner is mainly based on a charging model, but the price is low, and most of the works on it are small studios and individual dream artists, focusing on a snow panning.

The combined traffic of Golden Apple and Dreamy Point is less than one-tenth of that of Red Flash, but Colin Bullock will not choose the latter.

His own work is closely related to Red Flash, responsible for the promotion of the works of several small studios, and he spends his days digging out the business code. Covers, tags, and copywriting have to find ways to rub traffic.

He opened a membership, so the ad was only a minute long.

Colin held out his hand towards the ceiling, pulling at the top of the list. It's mostly about color and violence, and it's pretty much the same everywhere.

"Red Graffiti", a prison escape theme, comes from a felony who is loaded with a Class R controlled-grade prosthesis. It seems to be quite exciting.

But, 16 credits? Then why didn't he go and see the golden apple?

He wordlessly refreshed the interface, and a newcomer's recommended work popped up in the corner of the homepage, "Gaze".

Level 1 account, the number of views is < 50, and at a glance, you can tell that it is a push bought by the author himself. The small traffic push is clearly priced, and the creator can directly give money to the dream corner in the background.

Colin is well aware of this, he has posted works here before, and then he recognized the reality change track in time.

The cover of the humble work has only a big black eye, but it is quite delicately done.

[Gaze.]

Publisher: 㿟囸夢Lv.1

Genre: Fantasy; Ultra-short

Source: Ordinary people's dreams

Description: You visit a nostalgic art gallery alone in the evening and meet a special guest

Audition: No (ultra-short)

Note: Lightweight horror and thriller elements; Immersive mode is recommended

Price: 1]

A rare dream material, as long as a dollar... That's you. Colin decided to put his poison to the test.

The lightweight horror elements, combined with the name cover, are nothing more than scary elements with eyes. He'd even seen psychotic dreams, so he didn't have to worry about that.

He turned on the immersive mode and pulled out the data cable to connect to the port on the back of his head. In Immersive mode, the audio-visual effects are significantly improved, and a certain degree of other senses can be simulated. Of course, it's certainly not as good as a virtual cabin.

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Colin looked up slightly, and in front of him was a tall statue.

She wears long, all-black gloves that blend in with the black curtain behind her from her forearms.

A long skirt made of white sheets wraps around her legs, and the rough fabric has a plaster-like texture.

She tilted her slender neck to one side, and there was warm emotion hidden under her deliberately serious eyes.

That graceful and beautiful posture is reminiscent of Venus with a broken arm at a glance...... No, the "degenerate" Venus.

He noticed the sign below the statue:

[Isabella ("Dreaming of Paris")]

Eyes looked away from Isabella and walked a few meters to the right.

Colin can feel "himself" moving around, but he can't actually manipulate it, just experience it from a first-person perspective.

In front of him is still a tall statue, a retrospective play, with a remarkable temperament.

His face was smeared with heavy white powder, the corners of his eyes were painted with red rouge, and his eyes looked back with indescribable pathos.

It was a kind of tragedy that the curtain came to an end, as if it was about to tear people apart.

[Cheng Dieyi ("Farewell My Concubine")]

It's a film art museum. To make such a tall statue, with a slightly dark environment, should be to restore the atmosphere of the cinema screen in the last century.

Moving on, he saw a prisoner in a shackle, staring at a young female agent.

[Hannibal and Clarice (The Silence of the Lambs)]

Looking up, a giant hologram was suspended on the dome of the art museum, surrounded by a blazing white-gold halo and a dazzling river of light.

[Black Hole Kagantuya ("Interstellar")]

The empty cloister plays the classic tango, "One Step Away".

As a dream shadow for 1 yuan, the scene is okay. The models used have all passed the copyright protection period, and the author knows how to save money.

But the special guest in the introduction, has not yet been seen.

He sensed a faint sense of sight behind him, and turned his head to see no other tourists.

Continuing forward, his gaze swept over the crazy clown in a purple suit, the old man holding a cricket cage on the dragon chair, and the wrestler holding a soap hand with his back against a tired office worker.

Sight, more.

He turned his head frequently, but there were only still statues on either side of the corridor.

This subtle sense of sight is difficult to deliberately create, and it is a real experience extracted by the author. Colin thought silently.

The oppressive feeling of his gaze grew stronger as time passed, and his pace grew faster and faster, and the unknown pressure drove him to the exit at the end of the cloister.

The bright tango music quietly ends. He faintly heard the sound of water, extremely faint.

He was about to run, breathing rapidly in the dreary air, as statues of a thousand postures passed by him.

The sound of small water, in all directions. Overlapping, like a rising tide.

In the cloister, soothing female voices resounded arias, like a meandering river, without joy or sorrow.

The sudden insertion of the voice made Colin tremble, and he quickly adjusted his lying position.

He stood at the end of the hallway, gasping for air. He discovered the source of the sound of water, an artificial curtain of water pouring down from the dome.

There must be something strange behind this, and he was ready to be frightened.

The water curtain becomes dense, and a light mist emanates from the surface, and a cool sensation is blowing in the face.

The soft beam of light hits the water curtain, and the picture is blurry, and after a few seconds it becomes clear.

On the screen, a young man stands in front of a tall statue, looking at Isabella, who is like a goddess of beauty.

The man admired the statues one by one, looking up at the projection of the black hole above his head.

The images played on the water screen are stripped of a large number of frames, presenting a unique texture, and some moments seem to freeze frames.

Colin is a little hairy. The man in the water curtain screen is his "self", but in the opposite direction.

The man walked quickly, looking back behind him in a panic from time to time. I seemed to see something on the screen that flashed by.

The statues on both sides of the cloister have undergone some kind of change. It's their shadows, the great shadows they cast on the walls that flow, spread.

The man stopped in front of the water curtain at the end of the promenade, facing Colin behind the water curtain.

He saw that behind him, white eyes opened in the deep and quiet dark shadows.

Turning his head violently, everything was normal in the art gallery.

On the water curtain screen, with the appearance of those pupils, girls, actors, doctors, detectives, clowns, emperors, office workers, godfathers, bandits, peasants, pianists...... All statues are infused with an anomalous life force.

The female aria comes to an abrupt halt at the highest pitch, leaving only the cascading tidal sounds.

At this moment, all eyes stared at the person in the painting, and also at Colin. That sense of solemnity is as solid as a rock.

He looked up, and the man in the water curtain followed suit. The Kuroshio tide floods the dome and pours to the spectacular holographic model.

In the center of the black hole Kagantuya, a huge eye slowly cracked, staring at the human beings who looked up at him.

Outside the water curtain, everything was normal inside the museum, but Colin could feel countless eyes staring at him, including the heavy gaze in the black hole overhead.

On both sides of the water curtain, two very different worlds reflect each other.

The limbs were extremely stiff, and a sense of admiration and madness swept through the brain. It was as if the whole world was left with only the eyes staring at him.

He raised his right hand tremblingly, the tip of his index finger touching the surface of the curtain very slowly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... Time has become extremely long, and there is no end in sight.

Until the moment the fingertips touch the water, everything dissipates like a dream and a shadow.