The Ninth District of the North.

Underground mine in the city of Lenza.

The drilling machine rumbling, making Allen's arms numb.

The gravel chips kept falling, mixed with dust, dyeing all eyebrows off-white, not to mention clothes.

Although the sprinkler sprays water mist to remove some dust, the air in the mine is turbid, stuffy and smoke, and the noise from the drilling machine is enough to make people run.

Working for twelve hours a day can only bring basic living security, this is Allen's life.

Sigh~ The drilling car suddenly stopped, and foreman Brown came out of the window, lifted up his mask and shouted: "Damn it! He's damn it again!"

Stopped the drilling machine in his hand, Allen responded: "I guess this damn machine is in a bad mood again, I'll take a look."

Removed the orange hard hat and the sticky head felt a little more comfortable.

In this harsh shaft environment, this inferior safety helmet does not bring people a sense of security, but instead makes people feel more dry and hot.

When the hood of the drilling vehicle was lifted up, a burst of white smoke came out, and it was obvious that the igniter had a malfunction.

Allen took out the toolbox and prepared to change the accessories, twisted his head and said to Brown, "Brother, I have been dreaming lately, and I always have the same dream."

After putting in the nut, he tried to twist it, and Allen started to struggle even when he spoke.

"Is it because your wife tossed you every night that made you insomnia?" Brown's fat face shook, and her face was full of obscene.

"Nothing nonsense, nothing is her business."

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

"What kind of ghost dream? Is there any romantic encounter?" After handing over the ignition device, Brown showed the vulgar fun unique to middle-aged people.

"There is no woman, I only know that I am wearing a weird onesie and a crystal helmet, and talking face to face with a person in a blurry space." After Alan drilled into the hood, he began to remove the igniter.

"Stop talking. Have you watched too many science fiction movies or drunk too much coughing water?" Brown sneered and said, "I watched **** every day, why didn't I dream of erotic scenes?"

"To be honest, this is no joke." The igniter was extremely hot. Alan hurriedly threw it down after receiving a hot potato.

"The man in the dream had a blurry face, and he didn't know what he looked like. He knew that he had six tentacles."

"What the hell? It's just a fool." Brown complained with his eyes staring.

"What I said is true." After taking the new ignition, Allen looked sincere.

"Okay, brother. I'll stop working half an hour in advance today. I suggest you go home and take a shower and go to bed, and don't mention any more ghost dreams." Brown's face turned gloomy after putting away his smile.

The lift creaked and began to rise after a sway.

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

Life is so dull and boring, and it is like this dim sky, extremely depressing.

As Brown said, he was exhausted by nightmares for several days and even his expression began to become dazed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the creature with six tentacles seemed to be right in front of him, winding his touch limbs and attacking him.

Ka! Another tremor was shaken, and the elevator door opened.

The crowds in the congested cabin emerged quickly, and the cabin, which was originally like canned sardines, was suddenly deserted.

After automatic shutdown, the lift continues to rise.

Ding~ The indicator light marked D2 flashes, and the elevator cabin is turned on.

The cold wind blew straight, Alan grabbed the corner of his clothes, wrapped his body tightly, and hurried out.

The aisle is spacious, with the fluorescent lights on the top shining coldly, reflecting the endless walkers.

The pedestrians are as cold as machinery, and their expressions seem to be poured by a mold.

"Pity the poor father's boy!" A ragged beggar grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The messy hair, the dirt-filled face, and even the palms were dry and dark.

Alan touched his shriveled pocket, and there was no other money except for a few dinars with smaller face value.

Dinar made of metal fell from the begging pot, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you! May the Father of Heaven be bless you." The beggar folded his hands together and wished in an old voice.

After giving him all the money factor, Allen boarded the airbus.

The carriage was congested, and after relying on a metal handle, the feeling of fatigue was raging.

Boring advertisements were played in the carriage, and they went to and from get off work twice a day. The boring advertisement slogans were already tired of reading, and they could recite them even with their eyes closed.

"Dangdang!" The screen switched, and the sound was not the music you were familiar with.

"Are you disappointed by your life day after day, are you confused by the future, are you lonely for your life..."

In the picture, a well-dressed young man reminds pedestrians to pay attention with endless rhetorical questions.

This is a brand new ad, and even Allen was attracted by the unconventional advertising slogans.

"Life is like a journey. You don't have to care about where you are. What you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Let your body and mind fly and let your soul travel! Michelle company tailors a brand new journey for you. You don't have to be worried about the expensive travel expenses..."

The young man calm and steady, introducing it with humorous and witty advertising slogans: "It only takes one hundred and eight dinars, that's right! It's so affordable. You don't have to go through the bumps of the journey, drag heavy packages, or take the risks of riots, as long as you choose our dream implants..."

Dream implantation?

This term is absolutely fresh.

Allen listened with interest, and had no time to watch the towering skyscrapers and the gloomy sky outside the car window.

"Not three hundred and eight, not two hundred and eight, just one hundred and eight. Yes, you heard it right, it's one hundred and eight! The price is not exaggerated, the quality is guaranteed. One hundred and eight can't be fooled, one hundred and eight can't be cheated, one hundred and eight buys Ping An..."

"Walking by, don't miss it, don't hesitate, don't wait, miss it once, a lifetime regret, you deserve good things! The dream journey begins your cheap and safe journey, you just need to have a good sleep and you can achieve it."

The salesman's endless spitting spits are almost overwhelming.

Sigh~ The car door opened, Alan looked up and noticed that he was standing.

“Michelle Company is located in Building E, 132, Hansen Building, Norton District. All employees are waiting for your arrival with sincere emotions and excellent skills.”

After glanced at the fluorescent screen, Allen wrote down the address and hurried out.

The security checkpoint was like a long queue.

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

Roll up the sleeves and scan the barcode at the wrist at the entrance, and the data immediately appears.

Name: Allen Chen.

Age: 28 years old.

Address: Building C, 15th Floor, Building 9, Nolanda District, Lenza City.
Chapter completed!