Dream Travel

Chapter 1 What's abnormal is that you can understand what people say

Rota City.

St. Paul in the Lower Town.

The blinding light tore through the night sky, the sound of explosions affected several streets, and the homeless people fled the neighborhood in panic.

Not long after, the city police arrived at the scene in a hurry. Looking at the fully armed police officers, the homeless people nearby carefully avoided them.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for the police to respond at such a speed in the downtown area.

For the police to respond at such a fast speed, something big must have happened.

At the cordoned-off scene, the police officers looked at the messy warehouse with a sense of sympathy. The inside of the warehouse seemed to have been kneaded like mud by a hand. Not only the illegal goods were destroyed, but also the people who handled the goods here.

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When the detector's alarm sounded, a police officer's face darkened and his tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"These bastards are smuggling this stuff again!"

The detector alarm meant that there were remnants of the dream at the scene. The police officers who sealed off the scene endured the discomfort and checked various areas of the warehouse. In the messy scene mixed with broken flesh and blood, they found the only intact thing.

It was a torn-open 'coffin', and the police officer directing the on-site work was no stranger to this thing.

That was a box specially used to seal patients suffering from strange dreams. The explosion here was obviously caused by the strange dreams getting out of control. The scene was badly destroyed, but the box survived. This only shows that the quality of this box is extremely high.

Weird dreams are a special phenomenon in this world. Some people consider them to be symptoms, while others consider them to be "treasure chests." There are many studies surrounding weird dreams.

Strange dreams can bring huge profits, so there is the smuggling of strange dreams.

Smuggling combined with improper storage can easily lead to dreams getting out of control. This is the fourth such incident this month, and there are at least one or two related cases every month.

There are even people who specialize in creating 'terrorist attacks' where dreams get out of control. Out-of-control dreams will strongly erode reality, and dreams that erode reality may preserve things that belong to the dreams.

This is the benefit brought by strange dreams!
After strange dreams erode reality, they leave behind all sorts of strange things. Those things can grant people a longer lifespan, a stronger physique, special powers, technology and knowledge that surpass this era, and so on...

Those things don't only bring benefits, there are also many monsters and dangerous items that are produced when dreams go out of control.

The technology and knowledge that transcend this era have given rise to more taboo issues that do not belong to this era.

Strange dreams erode reality and bring demons, vampires, monsters and other creatures that should not exist to this world.

To this day, no one knows how many creatures exist after strange dreams erode reality. They hide in human society, in unknown dark corners, and even among police officers on the move.

Some of them even stopped hiding and no longer needed to hide. They simply became part of the intelligent creatures based on their numbers.

"Officer Meade, there are no traces of dream damage at the scene. This was a small-scale dream gone awry."

"Let's clean up the scene." Officer Mead nodded, and the police officers began to spray a special solution into the warehouse, which could clean up the remnants of the out-of-control dream.

This out-of-control dream was indeed small-scale, but the quality of the boxes left at the scene was disturbingly high.

After the police sealed the box, they started arresting people. The smuggling of strange dreams involves many interest chains, but when it comes to out-of-control strange dreams, someone has to be held responsible.

Since this out-of-control dream didn't cause much chaos, the smugglers were apprehended and the case closed. Incidentally, it was announced that the dilapidated warehouse, improperly managed, had caused a fire and an explosion of the hazardous materials inside...

The gangs on Sturt Street were cleared out, and the homeless people there had a temporary reprieve before new gangs took over.

During this period, the homeless people no longer had to worry about the danger of mysterious disappearances. When the number of homeless people on Sturt Street began to increase, an uninvited guest appeared on Sturt Street.

The homeless people gathered together didn't notice how each other appeared. In the collective brief trance, Bai Mu came to his senses and tightened his clothes. It was not known what season it was in this city, but it was quite cold.

The completely unfamiliar environment made him a little dazed for a moment.

The homeless people not far away noticed the white curtain and approached him in a group.

Bai Mu, who had just arrived, wanted to test the moral bottom line of the local homeless people. Seeing that one of them had taken out a tetanus blade, Bai Mu took the initiative and punched the other person in the face. The homeless man who was hit didn't even have time to scream and fell straight down.

The remaining homeless people immediately became scared, but Bai Mu did not intend to let them go.

"Ah—please stop hitting me!"

The homeless people who were knocked down wailed and begged for mercy. They were just homeless people who were often hungry and in poor health. When they encountered someone more ruthless, they could only fall to the ground and beg for mercy.

The tramp's words were not a language that Bai Mu was familiar with, but he could understand them. The environment here was like the Second Industrial Revolution period, and the environment was not steampunk in style.

The reason for traveling through time and space is unknown. The only abnormality at the moment is that there is no language barrier.

"You're too poor." Kicking away the fallen Tetanus Blade, Bai Mu searched these homeless people without wasting any money, but he only found a few dirty coins and a few not-so-clean newspapers. He could understand the words on them.

"Why is it my turn to travel through time?" Bai Mu browsed the information above. He could understand the words. The information in the newspaper gave him a preliminary understanding of this place.

Rota City, a place I have never heard of, but judging from the buildings lining the streets, it is not a small place.

Are modern cities friendly to time travelers like him?

Thinking about the appearance of those homeless people, Bai Mu felt that the place where he appeared was not appropriate.

He is a Chinese citizen, and he appeared in a place with foreigners. In addition, he is definitely an illegal resident, so his future is really worrying.

After spending the night with some difficulty, Bai Mu realized that the future was worrying, but then he found that it was not that bad.

There are foreigners in this city, as well as the "Chinese" he is familiar with. Those people are not much different from the foreigners in this city.

The countries in this world where there are Chinese people seem to have successfully boarded the train of the Second Industrial Revolution.

The initial start-up capital the homeless man gave him was not much, but it was enough for Bai Mu to buy an ordinary breakfast and experience the prices here firsthand.

Unexpectedly, the quality of breakfast here is quite good, and there are even things like buns, but there are no meat fillings.

While eating buns, Bai Mu was thinking about his future arrangements.

First, you have to understand the situation of this city and even the world, and then find a way to get a suitable identity in the process.

There is no need to change the clothes you are wearing in a hurry. Although this city seems to be in the late 19th century, the clothes worn by the people here correspond to the saying that fashion is cyclical.

Except for his shoes, everything else on him blends in perfectly with the style of this city.

Maybe these shoes can sell for something? And the phone still has over 90% battery.

Forget it, I won’t let myself and my phone suffer.

After finishing his buns, Bai Mu started chatting with the owner of the breakfast shop: "Boss, is there any place here that can make money quickly?"

"I'm doing legitimate business!" The owner of the breakfast shop, who was not very busy, spoke bluntly.

"I just came here and don't know anything. I'm looking for a job that can make money. Boss, you look like a fellow villager, could you recommend one?"

"Who says we are from the same hometown?" The owner of the breakfast shop glanced at Bai Mu. This guy spoke authentic local dialect, what the hell was he talking about? He was from the same hometown.

The boss saw that Bai Mu was sturdy and didn't look like someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If you have enough strength, you can go to the docks and try your luck there. If you have other skills, you can try your luck in the upper city."

“Is it okay even without a local ID?”

"...Who are you?" The breakfast shop owner's expression changed. Bai Mu didn't look like a refugee or a homeless person at all. Even if he was a homeless person, some of them were not illegal residents.

Because homeless people with civil registration can try to apply for relief.

"I've just come here and plan to live a good life. I haven't decided what I'm going to do in the future." Bai Mu said frankly. If he couldn't get any useful information here, he would go ask somewhere else later.

"You go to the city hall to register as a civil servant. Once you've paid your first tax, you can say you're a local, and then you're a local!"

"I don't know the way. How about this, I'll help out here for a day, boss, how about you take me there?"

The breakfast shop owner rejected Bai Mu's proposal without hesitation. He didn't need Bai Mu's help in the store, nor did he want to lead the way, and he didn't even want to continue communicating with Bai Mu.

"Hurry up! I don't need any help here. If you don't know the way, go to the police station and ask!"

Going to the police station would definitely not work. As for the city hall, Bai Mu planned to ask a few more people to see if what the breakfast shop owner said was reliable.

I think it is reliable. After all, the monk can run away but the temple cannot. He won't cause trouble. But the breakfast shop owner should always consider the consequences of cheating, right?
Bai Mu once again looked for the homeless friend he met yesterday. His idea was simple. He had just arrived and felt the simple folk customs of this city. A homeless person who could survive here must be very familiar with the local area, right?
"Why is it you again!" Faced with Bai Mu who came to find him, the homeless man who had been taken care of last night was scared. This guy was such a good fighter.

"I have something to ask you." Bai Mu smiled friendlyly: "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

The homeless people became even more frightened and asked timidly, "What do you want to know?"

"all!"

Faced with Baimu's bigger fist, the homeless people reluctantly answered Baimu's questions.

Through these homeless people, Bai Mu also got to know more about the city. There is a big difference between asking normal shop owners and asking these homeless people.

He couldn't bring himself to attack the breakfast shop owner, nor did he have the money to buy information, but he didn't need to be so polite to these homeless people...

(End of this chapter)