Although the pain in the dream is not real and will not really endanger life, its degree of simulation cannot be ignored.

The man was almost collapsed by the increasing pain and fear. He had no time to care about anything else and rushed towards the chainsaw in Robin's hand like crazy.

However, the terrifying picture of the gentleman, beast in human form, and elusive chainsaw killer that everyone was always worried about did not appear.

The chainsaw in Robin's hand was easily taken away. He did not pay attention to the movement behind him and was pushed to stagger two steps before he stood firm against the wall.

The man with a leg injury also looked stunned. He held the chainsaw and stared at him blankly.

"Do you want to use it?" Robin looked at the other's dry and charred right leg, handed over the power cord, and reminded, "You can saw the leg, but don't saw the roof."

"... Thank you, thank you." The injured man thanked subconsciously.

Robin nodded and went back to concentrate on studying the window with a flashlight.

The man made up his mind, thinking that there would be a fierce battle, but he was still in shock.

Seeing that Robin really had no intention of pursuing the matter further, he finally felt a little relieved.

This apartment was extremely strange. They were dragged into this dream and fled all night. They no longer expected to escape successfully tonight, but they always needed a place to take a breath.

If they could escape to the upper floor, they would have a chance to rest for a while.

The bald young man also climbed up to help. The two of them worked together to lift the high-speed electric saw and tried to raise it higher under the expectant gaze of everyone.

The material of the ceiling did not look hard, and the saw blade encountered almost no resistance, just like cutting tofu.

The bald young man showed an irrepressible joy on his face. He couldn't help but increase his strength and sent the electric saw deeper: "Come and help, let's go together--" His words were interrupted by the screams from beside him.

The bald young man was stunned and instinctively looked down.

The chainsaw did successfully sink into the ceiling above their heads - but the wildly rotating sharp blades, like a mirror image, quietly drilled out from the ground under their feet, bursting green juice and cutting the man's leg bones that were corroded and charred.

At the same time, the monster seemed to be stimulated violently, and let out a sharp roar that was enough to pierce the eardrums.

The dark red body that grew by devouring twisted and expanded violently, and suddenly rushed towards Robin who was closest.

The next second, the recording pen in Robin's hand also stabbed heavily on the wall between the two windows.

Unlike the many failed attempts before, this time the impact actually made a crisp sound like knocking on glass, and the whole space trembled without warning.

Fine spider web-like patterns spread along the point where the recording pen hit, and everyone's ears crawled over the faint but clear sound of shattering.

The monster's fierce attack slowed down instantly. It also noticed the sudden strange vibration in the apartment and stopped vigilantly.

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The light tubes went out one by one, and the corridor suddenly fell into darkness.

The space of the entire corridor was twisted into a spiral, the wooden staircase collapsed into pieces, the walls kept getting closer and then quickly pulled apart, and the compact space suddenly became spacious the next moment.

The ceiling flipped upside down and folded down, sticking to the cold tiles.

The monster seemed to be completely enraged, bursting out a fierce roar, but the tentacles stretched out farther and farther, forced to slide to the end of the space.

…

Robin opened his eyes.

Everything before was just a dream. He was not in his bedroom, but in a strange room.

The room was shrouded in darkness, the environment was warm and quiet, and the light strip in the corner emitted dim and soft natural light.

Robin sat up, reached out and touched, and found his recording pen in his pocket.

He was not the only one in the room, and soon people sat up one after another.

Some people had not figured out what happened yet, and looked around with sleepy eyes.

Some people were breathing rapidly and looked ugly, as if they had just experienced a very terrifying nightmare.

"What's going on?!" The bald young man in the corner reacted most violently, "Didn't they say it was just an assessment, and there wouldn't be any taboo-level dreams?!"

He had just sawed off someone's leg in his dream. Even though the specific memory of the dream had gradually faded as he woke up, the weird and nauseating feeling still vaguely stimulated his nerves.

The bald young man pushed away the staff who wanted to check his body, walked out angrily, and reached out to push the person who was still dawdling in front of him: "Hurry up! Don't block the way..."

The bald young man's eyes fell on the other person's pants, and his movements suddenly stopped, and he raised his head stiffly.

Robin apologized in a good-tempered manner: "Sorry."

The bald young man opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Strangely enough, although the other party was very kind and friendly, and didn't look like a threat, as soon as the bald young man saw Robin's face, an unexplained fear immediately emerged uncontrollably.

The memory of the dream disappeared quickly. The bald young man could no longer remember what he had dreamed about, but the fear from the bottom of his heart was still very clear: "No, it's okay..."

Robin turned sideways and made way for him.

The bald young man closed his mouth, crumpled the application form in his hand and threw it into the trash can, and left the room quickly without saying a word.

Robin picked up the application form, flattened it, turned to the relevant instructions on the back, and read it from beginning to end. This is a recruitment assessment of a somewhat special nature.

Due to the increasing frequency of channels between dreams, anyone may mistakenly enter the dreams of others in the sleeping state, and the impact has begun to seriously spread to real life.

Although people cannot prevent the emergence of dream channels, scientists have explored some methods to establish dream channels.

With the help of professional equipment, they can send people into designated dreams.

Today, a new job has emerged, which is to provide help to the families of those trapped in dreams, allowing them to enter the dreams and rescue their loved ones.

…

Robin took out a registration form from his pocket.

This form was a small advertisement he tore off from the roadside. The printing quality was very poor and the handwriting was blurred.

Although the form looked like it was copied from somewhere else, the content written on the back was very attractive: "Make money while sleeping and enjoy a good life."

Robin even brought pajamas with him, but he lost his way on the road to finding a "good life."

Fortunately, he met a kind person who brought him here.

After searching the Internet on his mobile phone, Robin learned that since the current holographic games have invested a lot of money in sleeping cabins, the relevant technology is very mature and can ensure the quality of sleep while dreaming.

Therefore, many office workers hope to try this job of making money while sleeping.

The registration site was crowded with people, and some of them could even clearly recall the scenes in their dreams.

There are also many comments online saying: "I tell you! This test is too difficult, ordinary people can't pass it at all!"

"In that round, we were chased by a group of faceless people, and none of us passed. In the end, I was the only one sitting on the ground crying, and it was the staff who saved me."

"We played rock-paper-scissors with the mirror, which was quite interesting, but now I have smashed all the mirrors at home."

"You are still lucky, at least you are indoors, but we are drifting on the sea and surviving on a deserted island..."

"Think about it, just think of it as a free experience in a haunted house."

"I heard that the person in charge of handling dream events used to be a haunted house designer and also told midnight ghost stories part-time..."