What’s wrong with the dream world!

Yu Xiude nodded and added calmly:

"If I find anything unusual about those two people, I will contact you."

"Ahaha, don't take it so seriously. Your sister is already a respected superhero. We're just doing some minor work, you know... like a safety check. There's really nothing to do."

Yu Wensong, overjoyed, said quickly.

At the same time, looking at the classic corporate attire on Yu Xiu De, he couldn't help but feel a bit of favor towards this "anchor"... Wait!

Yu Wensong, who had been focused on completing his own tasks, suddenly thought of a question.

What would make a working person leave the company during working hours?

Yu Wensong was a little flustered and a little guilty when he thought of the answer. He touched the back of his head and said quickly:

"I'm sorry to have taken up so much of your time... Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

"Thank you, I'm going here."

Yu Xiude told Yu Wensong the address of the believer of "Real Dreamland".

There was still no emotion in his voice, but Yu Wensong felt that Yu Xiude's voice was very familiar, gentle and friendly - it was like meeting another person in the workplace.

Only people in the workplace can be so considerate of other people in the workplace - no, people in the workplace are not necessarily considerate of other people in the workplace.

So it turns out that this "anchor" just has a paralyzed expression, but in his heart he has a pure heart that is enough to melt the hearts of those who possess an extraordinary destiny.

Just as Yu Wensong turned on the navigation, Yu Xiude's calm voice came from behind his ears again.

"However, I would like to correct one thing."

"My sisters are two admired superheroes."

"……really."

Yu Wensong agreed somewhat reluctantly.

But after reading the materials about "Two-Faced Man", Yu Wensong felt that he might have some understanding of why the man in the back seat...

Able to become the "anchor" of the "Two-Faced Man".

Real Dreamland: Chapter 60: Obsession with Dreaming

"Your two sisters are amazing, Mr. Fish!"

"This isn't just a polite remark! I'm serious!"

"To be honest, I've met many people with excellent fates, but I've never met anyone as outstanding as your two sisters!"

"It's not just the speed of being promoted from a newly registered D-class superhero to an A-class superhero in just one month, but also because your two sisters registered as superheroes after the college entrance examination!"

"I've met many people with the innate personality. Most of them think highly of themselves and disdain to associate with ordinary people. Some even apply to refuse to attend the federal twelve-year compulsory education... Although I must admit that in front of them, ordinary people seem too foolish in some aspects, but that's only one aspect!"

"Except for a few exceptional cases, the vast majority of people with this fate are no different from ordinary people, at least in terms of intelligence and cognition. They should also receive education."

"Your two outstanding sisters are very intelligent and have a deep understanding of this. During their time at school, they have gotten along well with their classmates as the owners of destiny, and their grades are also very good!"

"He knows how to exercise restraint, how to accumulate strength and then release it, he is low-key but good at seizing opportunities..."

Along the way, Yu Wensong observed Yu Xiude's facial expression through the rearview mirror while praising Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan crazily.

Since Yu Xiu De just said that he had two admired superheroes, Yu Wensong concluded that although the man in the back seat looked cold, he should actually care a lot about his sisters...

He said! How could there be a single arrow between the "anchor" and the "anchored"?

So Yu Wensong readily followed Yu Xiude's correction and separated the "Two-Faced Man" in terms of personal pronouns. At the same time, he tried to quickly bring the two closer by constantly praising the "Two-Faced Man"!

What is there to say?

You like this, and I like it too, so aren’t we in the same group?

Yu Wensong felt that his mission had finally been accomplished.

As long as he could become friends with Yu Xiu De, even if it was just superficial friendship, then although he would still be restricted in his work, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being liquidated by his superiors. After all, the definition of privacy was too vague... It didn't matter even if it looked a bit flattering!

Compared with one's own future and life, what is dignity!

While praising Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, Yu Wensong also did not forget to lick Yu Xiude fiercely.

"Your two sisters are so outstanding, they must have you as their role model!"

……

……

But little did he know that his behavior had the opposite effect. Yu Xiu De, who originally felt a little sympathy for Yu Wensong's tragic experience, now has no feelings at all for this little tail sent by the government.

This is a bit too attentive. If the word "sister" is blocked, he won't know who Yu Wensong is praising... This kind of attentiveness that is comparable to the level of sarcasm is enough to arouse some people's disgust.

But Yu Xiu De's annoyance was also subtle, so he could only criticize in his heart: Your courtesy is still not good enough, you need to practice more.

Along the way, Yu Xiude said perfunctorily with an expressionless face:

"Ah."

"Correct."

"Yes."

"I think so."

But perhaps it was because his tone still lacked any emotion, and his expressionless face was too deceptive. As an experienced operator, Yu Wensong, who was always very good at judging people's behavior, actually felt that his strategy was correct - after all, look, this "anchor" who had always been silent actually responded to him!

So Yu Xiu De listened to Yu Wensong praising two people whom he seemed to know but also seemed not to know, as well as another person who seemed to be himself but seemed not to be himself, and he kept praising him all the way.

……

……

"Okay, that's it."

Looking at the navigation, Yu Xiude found that they were almost reaching the entrance of the urban village, so he asked Yu Wensong to stop the car.

"...No problem, Mr. Fish."

Although he really wanted to follow, Yu Wensong also knew that haste makes waste and continuing to pester her might cause disgust.

Today has gone very well. I discussed work with this person I work with and gained his/her approval. We also chatted all the way... I think my favorability rating has reached its upper limit today, and it would be impolite to continue pestering him/her.

But even so, looking at the dark alley that seemed somewhat out of place with the bustling and gorgeous street scene around it, Yu Wensong couldn't help but ask:

"I suggest you tell me what you are doing here?"

"Be careful... By the way, can you shoot?"

While driving, he noticed that after Yu Xiu De got the pistol, he loaded it one by one in an orderly manner.

To be honest, that doesn't seem like a newbie...

“I’ve read relevant tutorials online.”

Yu Xiu De replied coldly.

He pretended not to notice the hesitant look on Yu Wensong's face, holding the brown package in his left hand, closed the car door with his right hand, and turned to leave.

It’s not that he couldn’t stand Yu Wensong’s noise, but mainly because the urban village was not a good place to begin with and was prone to causing all kinds of disputes. Pickpockets were even more rampant in areas where surveillance cameras were often damaged.

Although Yu Wensong's car is much more low-key than the editor-in-chief's car, it is better not to cause extra trouble if possible.

Before he had taken a few steps, Yu Xiu De felt a vibration in his trouser pocket. It was his cell phone ringing.

He took out his cell phone and browsed the message sent by Yu Wensong.

"Although this may be unnecessary concern, please be careful. If you think you are in danger, you can use a gun as a deterrent. No one with a destiny has registered to stay in this urban village."

"And if deterrence fails, you can still shoot decisively, without worrying about the other person's life or death, and prioritize your own safety."

"I'll help you with the rest."

Yu Xiu De put away his phone.

Feeling the slight heaviness in his left hand, a rare trace of confusion appeared in his lifeless eyes.

Does the “anchor” have such great power?

Or was it because Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan had shown some potential and value, and he was just riding on their coattails? But Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan weren't that great in his eyes...

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Real Dreamland: Chapter 61 Death is not the end

"Perhaps Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan's admission to Qianpeng Fate University is a good opportunity for me to update my understanding of how the Federation treats fate holders."

Just when [Nightmare], who had been immersed in his dream for a long time, suddenly realized that he might be somewhat out of touch with reality.

A young man who looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a simple shirt and casual pants, with a bulging multi-pocketed cross-body bag slung across his shoulder, stood not far away and waved at Yu Xiu De.

"Old Fish, I'm here!"

"..."

Yu Xiu De walked towards the young man.

The newspaper where Yu Xiu De worked was very small. Each editor had only one reporter under him. The editor was responsible for the direction and content of the reporter's reports, and also assisted the reporter in interviews when necessary.

The dark-skinned young man who was waving was the reporter Yu Xiu De had handed over, nicknamed Xiao Zhao.

Although Xiao Zhao obviously looked much older than Yu Xiu De, he called Yu Xiu De "Old Yu" very naturally.

Yu Xiu De was already used to this.

In the newspaper office, except for the editor-in-chief who does not do his job, everyone else basically calls himself "Old Yu" since some time ago. Obviously, he is the youngest in terms of physical age, enjoys enough sleep, never works overtime and does not look old... Yu Xiu De temporarily regards it as a recognition and affirmation of his work ability.

He carried the package, walked slowly to Xiao Zhao, and asked calmly:

"What is the source of your information confirming that he is a believer of the [Real Dreamland]?"

"Have you asked people around you about the believer's situation? If so, who did you interview? What was their response?"

"How is your investigation going so far? What other aspects require support?"

"Cough cough..."

Xiao Zhao coughed a few times.

Although his editor never loses his temper and looks as young as a college graduate, Xiao Zhao doesn't know why he always feels a tremendous pressure from Yu Xiu De... It's like when he met the dean of studies when he was a primary school student.

I clearly didn't do anything and didn't do anything wrong, but I still feel an inexplicable pressure and guilt.

Faced with a series of formal questions, looking into those lifeless eyes, listening to the emotionless voice... Xiao Zhao, who was originally in a good mood and thought he had found a big news, was already sweating profusely.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao had worked under Yu Xiude for more than a year, and was naturally familiar with Yu Xiude's strict but not demanding work requirements.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the booklet from his pocket, and read out the information written on it, like a student being picked by the teacher to answer a question:

"Ji Linchun, a 34-year-old textile factory worker, whose parents are from the countryside, moved to the city to work at the age of 18, working in several factories and renting a house in an urban village."

"According to neighbors, he sends money home every month, but it seems he never returns home. I suspect he's trying to impress his family by pretending he's doing well outside."

"Ten days ago, someone spotted a missionary wearing a purple robe, resembling someone from 'True Dreamland,' walking out of his rental apartment. Ji Linchun's behavior became strange after that."

"He no longer works and instead stays at home all day..."

"It was the factory owner who first noticed something was wrong. Later, the landlord was afraid that someone might have had an accident in the rental house, so he went in to check. He found Ji Linchun just sleeping peacefully wrapped in a quilt, and no matter how much he called, he couldn't wake up..."

"But later, every time the landlord came to check, he found that the amount of household garbage in the rental house was increasing, and instant noodle packaging and other things were everywhere, so he just didn't care. After all, Ji Linchun had already paid this month's rent."

After finishing reading, Xiao Zhao took the notebook back.

"That's pretty much all I've investigated."

His expression suddenly became a little nervous and his tone seemed a little excited.

"From all the signs, we can almost confirm that [Real Dreamland] isn't some fake, deceptive cult; it's a truly illegal religion! At the very least, there must be a fate owner, or an object that holds the power of a fate owner!"

"Should we... continue investigating?"