What’s wrong with the dream world!

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Yu Wensong didn't think there was anything wrong with the way Yu Xiude handled the situation. It wasn't intentional murder. He was just pulling out a pistol in self-defense when being blackmailed.

An "anchor" that is used when it has the right is obviously easier to access and even easier to understand than an "anchor" that has the right but does not use it.

The only thing that made Yu Wensong feel a little uncomfortable was not that Yu Xiude could shoot, but that he seemed to be too accurate in shooting. The two people who were shot happened to have one arm and one leg.

However, this is also a small matter.

People safe is good.

Although the most fundamental purpose of these operators is to confirm the stability of the owner of the anchored fate through the "anchor", the means by which they complete this task is undoubtedly through serving the "anchor".

If the "anchor" is damaged, some people with extreme personalities will think that it is the fault of society, the fault of the Federation, or even the fault of the world...

The cases he had memorized during the training flooded back into Yu Wensong's mind. He gritted his teeth and glared at the thugs who had been beaten half to death. Then he regained his proper smile, bowed slightly, and said enthusiastically to Yu Xiude:

"Mr. Yu, if you have any opinions, please speak up! These are the scum of society, they deserve no pity to die!"

"As victims, we will conduct the trial in any way you ask us to!"

"after all……"

Yu Wensong ignored Xiao Zhao, a reporter beside him.

"After all, we have the right to interpret the law."

Real Dreamland: Chapter 66 Life is like a dream, where is the difference between truth and falsehood?

"No need for that. Just conduct the trial as you wish."

Yu Xiu De said calmly, indicating to Yu Wensong that the matter should be forgotten.

He has a temper and gets angry, but because he has lived in dreams for too long, even his anger is mild and disappears quickly.

An example is Fang Xuemu.

Normal people rarely allow someone who intends to kill them, or even puts it into practice, to continue living by their side.

……

"Of course! Of course!"

"We will definitely enforce the law impartially!"

Yu Wensong, who understood Yu Xiude's meaning, signaled the armed police who were not wearing police uniform numbers to stop what they were doing.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although, for someone with a fate like that of the "Two-Faced Man", even if he shot and killed these thugs directly, the Harmonious Coexistence Bureau and the Supervisory Office would take care of it for him, not to mention "legally and compliantly" sentencing these social scum to heavy penalties, special cases, and even the death penalty.

However, Yu Wensong has also seen many "anchors" who, after obtaining the same privileges as the owner of the bound fate, began to become arrogant and used the privileges to do more and more shameless things, and eventually ended up with a tragic end.

The preferential treatment of the "anchor" is essentially preferential treatment for the fate holder. It is also the hope that the "anchor" as an ordinary person can stabilize the fate holder and at least prevent him from becoming a factor of social instability. However, if the "anchor" itself is a factor that will cause instability for the fate holder, then the official will not continue to blindly comply... otherwise it would be putting the cart before the horse.

Yu Wensong likes Yu Xiude more and more as he sees him having a bad temper but being able to control himself.

It is worthy of being called the "anchor" that can calm down the "Two-Faced Man". It is different from those other inferior anchors that cannot control their desires as soon as they taste power.

However...this "anchor" is not completely worry-free.

Yu Wensong, always a considerate person, certainly wasn't here just to help Yu Xiude vent his anger. His attention was completely focused on those insignificant thugs. He got some information from the landlord, who was in league with them, and combined with Yu Xiude's identity, he roughly guessed the purpose of this "anchor" coming here.

A newspaper editor, with his keen sense of news, discovered traces of illegal religion in an urban village and brought his reporters to investigate...

This is so professional and reasonable!

Unfortunately, Yu Wensong has already investigated Ji Linchun in the rental house, and can basically conclude that behind the illegal religion [Real Dreamland], there must be a person with a destiny related to the field of "dreams".

This is no longer a place where we can obey the "anchor" and give it privileges.

So Yu Wensong finally spoke in an apologetic tone:

"Sorry, Mr. Yu, and this... Brother Zhao."

"For your safety, I'm afraid your investigation and interview can only end here."

I hope Mr. Yu Xiude just has a keen sense of news, but not much of the journalistic spirit of getting to the bottom of things.

Yu Wensong had already prepared a speech and was ready to persuade the "anchor" again after being rejected by him.

Reporter Xiao Zhao, who had been pretending to be a wooden man, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if he had not heard the words "the right to interpret the law is with us" at all, also turned his head to look at the editor who still had a calm expression.

They were all waiting for Yu Xiu De to speak.

"Forget it then. Safety is more important."

Yu Xiu De still couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, which made the two of them feel relieved at the same time.

Although Xiao Zhao possessed some "editor-in-chief spirit" and wanted to fulfill the qualities of a professional reporter and continue tracking the case, the police batons that just hit the gangsters also temporarily extinguished his desire to continue investigating... Well, it was mainly because he was not feeling well, and it had little to do with whether he was afraid of being beaten.

Yu Wensong unknowingly developed a stronger impression of Yu Xiude for his cooperation with the team.

Moving.

It would be great if everyone could work together like the "anchor" in front of us.

"Thank you for your understanding! I will send you both the firsthand information that can be disclosed to the public later!"

"As for the information you obtained during this investigation, you may report it as you wish."

After all, this is not something worth hiding. It is not the first or second time that illegal religions with fate holders have appeared. There are always some fate holders who really think they are gods, despise the federation, refuse to cooperate with registration, and cause trouble in the name of faith.

In response to Yu Wensong's kindness, Yu Xiude nodded, but politely declined Yu Wensong's suggestion to drive the two of them there. He called Xiao Zhao, who was shivering beside him, and left on foot with the package containing the pistol.

Yu Xiude quickly disappeared in the complex streets of the urban village, and Yu Wensong hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to take any radical actions before the latest working principles were established.

He glanced with disdain at the thugs lying on the ground groaning and sobbing, waved his hand, and signaled the armed police armed with real guns and live ammunition to stop, bring Ji Linchun out of the rental house, and place him in the police car.

Then he called the police station in charge of the urban village and asked them to put an end to it.

In the end, Yu Wensong left with Ji Linchun, who was still sleeping soundly and couldn't be woken up, and the armed police who were specifically responsible for handling such matters.

Outside the rental house, there was only a mess and the dying thugs.

……

……

Before the ambulance and the police arrived, a young priest in a dark purple monk's robe walked out of the dark alley and came here.

The roads in the urban village were complicated, and he did not meet Yu Wensong, Yu Xiude and his group, but just happened to pass by.

Because he smelled the scent of suffering.

He felt the oppression of those without background by those with backgrounds; he saw the devastation of a group of poor people who were ravaged by privilege; he sympathized with the suffering these people suffered.

The young priest's expression became more compassionate. He spread out the "Gospel of Dreams" in his hand, ready to bring these people's consciousness into a world without oppression, inequality, and pain.

There, everyone is the protagonist of the world; there, everyone can get everything they want.

"Life is like a dream, how can there be truth or falsehood?"

Why do people dream?

As prayers rang out, the priest's power had already touched their delirious souls and was about to bring them true salvation.

Until this young priest, who was of the same physical age as Yu Xiu De, felt a familiar breath from the scarred man who was covering his arm and had fainted from excessive blood loss.

Real Dreamland: Chapter 67 I recognized you, I wonder if you recognized me?

“It’s you, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you!”

“It’s you, it ...!”

First there was enthusiasm, then there was joy.

This priest, who originally had a kind face, now showed a different kind of madness on his face.

He stopped praying and muttered frantically:

"I can't be wrong! I can't be wrong!"

"Anyone could mistake you, including Zero, who has super memory and super senses, but only me... No matter what the past ten years have turned you into, you can't hide it from me! Number Six!"

"You can't hide it from Number Thirteen!"

"No one understands your power better than me!"

His frantic voice and odd attire obviously attracted the attention of local residents who, after confirming that the armed police had left, wanted to come over and find out what was going on.

However, these people who wanted to join in the fun only looked strangely at the beginning as the priest, who had a group of thugs lying at his feet and looked crazy, like a mentally ill priest going crazy.

When they heard the priest's voice, saw his appearance, and realized the meaning of his clothing, their eyes changed from fear and vigilance to gentleness and friendliness.

It was as if the young priest with eccentric behavior was their most trustworthy mentor and the friend they could confide in the most.

The priest ignored them.

He closed the book in his hand, stretched out one hand, made a shaking hand gesture towards the scarred man, and closed his eyes.

A minute later, he opened his eyes, and his crazy expression turned into melancholy, as if he was surprised to find that some time had passed.

The priest let out a long sigh.

He already understood everything.

Through the method of [Nightmare].

"I recognize you, Six. Do you recognize me?"

“…I don’t think so.”

The young priest murmured to himself.

Before he knew it, a group of residents from the urban village had gathered around him. Their expressions were sincere and genuine, and they seemed eager to hear the good advice from the priest.

They want to listen to whatever the priest says, and they want to accept whatever the priest says as truth.

But the priest, who felt the power of the old man from the scarred man, no longer had the heart to preach.

He waved his sleeves and drove away these lost lambs.

And he was unwilling to guide the souls of those poor people under his feet, whom he had just regarded as needing salvation, to the "real dreamland".

The priest, who learned the whole story from the scarred man, no longer regarded these miserable and dying thugs as objects in need of salvation.

Bullying, extortion, and stirring up trouble...

For people like them, being punished by official violence is nothing but retribution.

Good people will be rewarded, and bad people will be punished.

Good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell.

The priest only created "Heaven", he has not yet created "Hell" and does not want to create it.

Perhaps, he didn't need to.

Because the world is hell.

Not granting them the qualification to enter the "real dreamland" is the cruelest punishment for the priest.

At this time, the sound of sirens mixed with the sound of ambulances sounded, dispersing the crowd.

Policemen in uniform, men in white coats carrying stretchers... The priest moved confidently among the crowd and left calmly.

No one thought there was anything wrong with this strangely dressed priest. It was as if the priest was a trustworthy spiritual tree hole and guide in the eyes of each of them, to whom they could confide all their inner secrets and to whom they were eager to listen to all their teachings.

The priest walked along the way he had come, step by step.

There is no time for further sermons.

He had to go back and prepare now.

because……

The "prototype" of his belief may destroy everything he has worked hard for many years tonight.

……

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Downstairs of the newspaper building.