Ling Su had already printed out a new work permit. Seeing that Robin was still carefully reading the employee code, he smiled and explained, "Don't worry, these regulations are mainly to prevent some extreme situations. In fact, our working environment is very safe and pleasant."

"By the way, what color of sleeping pod do you like?" Ling Su asked with a smile.

"Ling Su, wait a minute." Song Huaimin just finished a phone call and walked in from outside, and quickly interrupted, "There is a problem."

Song Huaimin nodded to Robin who was choosing the color of the sleeping cabin to apologize, and then pulled Ling Su aside: "Just now when the registration office was checking the registration form, it was found that Robin did not originally plan to come to us. He went to the wrong place."

Ling Su nodded: "Yes, I know."

"The Human Resources Department checked his information and found that he had taken three months of sick leave, had a long history of insomnia, and had been taking sedatives. The result of the status assessment was E."

Song Huaimin lowered his voice and continued: "E means that he has almost no ability to work. We can use this reason to let him leave... ah?" Song Huaimin reacted, "What did you say? You...you knew he was in the wrong place?!"

Ling Su made a gesture to silence. "What are you shouting for?! Didn't I tell you before? I brought him here when he asked for directions."

Song Huaimin widened his eyes, "He is in poor health and has no relevant work experience. Even if we are really short of manpower now, you can't just "cheat" him in like this, right?!"

Ling Su didn't quite agree with the deputy captain's opinion. He turned and walked to Robin and asked, "Have you ever had a dream before?"

"Yes." Robin answered quickly this time, "And, I found the key point in the dream before."

Ling Su nodded, "Then he has work experience."

Song Huaimin was speechless when he heard this.

Ling Su briefly explained a few sentences and taught Robin to lie down in the sleeping cabin: "Okay, now let's start the on-the-job training and internship."

"The sleeping cabin will emit a sound wave. I will enter the dream just now with you, and then I will find you."

"Close your eyes, relax your body and consciousness, and the instrument will guide you into the dream..." Ling Su said with a smile.

Robin lay down in the sleeping cabin.

He had received similar treatment before, but the hospital's sleeping pods were too expensive, and for some reason, even the sleeping pods could not make Robin sleep well.

However, in the simulated dream assessment just now, Robin slept well.

Robin checked the records in the recording pen before going to bed.

This was the first time in this month that he slept for more than four hours without relying on excessive medication.

Recalling the risk of sudden death mentioned by the doctor during the last physical examination, Robin was a little emotional and closed his eyes devoutly: "Is this another meaning of 'not working means death'..."

Ling Su also lay in the sleeping pod next to Robin.

The instrument started to operate, making a slight humming sound, as if the waves were gently hitting the shore, and the sounds of the outside world became distant and blurred...

When he opened his eyes again, Robin found himself back in the apartment in the previous 'dream'.

However, this time he woke up not in the bedroom, but in the public toilet, facing a mirror with excellent beauty effect.

Robin resisted the urge to open the recording pen, fumbled in the pocket of his pajamas, and only walked to the mirror with confidence after touching the familiar shell of the recording pen.

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He roughly understood what the bald young man meant by "forbidden level dream".

Unlike those deleted dream fragments used for assessment, he was now using a sleeping capsule for employees, which had been sent into the real original dream by the instrument.

There was a chill in the public toilet that could not be ignored, as if something was hiding in the dark and peeping at him.

Robin looked at himself in the mirror.

This time the picture was more "forbidden level".

Robin in the mirror looked younger than him, wearing a middle school uniform, but the school badge was stained by pen ink, his half-long hair covered his eyes, and his face was extremely pale.

"His" face was covered with scars and bruises, his collar was torn crooked, and the position of his eyes in the mirror was painted with several layers of blood-red paint. Robin raised his right hand and looked at it.

Perhaps affected by the "him" in the mirror, Robin now looked like everything was soaked in red blood.

"Obviously, this is not my own memory." Robin did not rush to leave the public toilet. His left hand was still in his pocket, slowly turning the recording pen to organize his thoughts.

"I didn't have to wear school uniforms in high school and junior high school, and my classmates had a good relationship and never fought."

"I should have entered someone else's dream and was affected by the dreamer's memory, so my perception of "me" is a bit distorted." Robin analyzed while looking around in the public toilet, and finally found a rag in the corner of the sink and turned on the faucet.

He has gradually understood the true intention of the various regulations in the employee code.

The regulations require at least two people to enter the dream together, and through mutual communication, supervision and reminders, they can minimize the impact of the dreamer's memory and ensure that cognition is not disturbed.

Robin soaked the rag and wiped the red paint on the mirror with all his strength. As expected, his vision gradually became clearer.

"It is more difficult for me to fall asleep than others, so the time node of entering the dream may not be synchronized... I may be alone at this time."

"Since the original dreamer is easily bullied, I must protect myself first." Robin sorted out the conclusions he had drawn so far.

A similar situation occurred in the simulated dream just now. Robin had just woken up in the bedroom not long ago, but others had been screaming all night and being chased by monsters.

Robin finally wiped the mirror twice, washed the rag and put it back in place. Just as he was about to look for Ling Su, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the depths of the public toilet.

It seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were hidden in the shadows, and they all opened at that moment, staring at him greedily!

The change happened in just a moment, and when he looked again, it had returned to an ordinary shadow, but that scene had been deeply imprinted in Robin's mind.

Whispers rustled, as if they were constantly emerging from every shadow and crack in the ground.

Those voices were fragmented and chaotic, some were sharp and soft, and some were hoarse and gloomy, making it impossible to understand the meaning.

Robin stopped at the door.

The liquid dripping from the faucet turned green, the light tube flickered, and a dark shadow like a substance slowly crawled out of the public toilet inside.

On the other side.

In the deep and narrow corridor, Ling Su suddenly stopped.

Song Huaimin caught a glimpse of his unusual expression and quickly tightened his gun: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"This round of rapid eye movement sleep is ahead of schedule, and Robin is still in the public toilet." Ling Su concentrated on identifying the direction, turned around and ran back, "Old Song, why did you follow into the dream? Aren't you afraid?"

Song Huaimin is an old criminal policeman who retired due to injury and was transferred to work with Ling Su.

He is not afraid of the most rampant and vicious villains, but he is always afraid of those ghosts and spirits.

He has always disliked some young people who go to watch ghost movies for excitement, have nightmares that cannot be dealt with, and come to ask them to deal with them.

Song Huaimin swallowed his saliva and clenched his teeth: "I can't let you two run around. Who knows what you can do!"

Ling Su alone was enough of a headache for him. Although Song Huaimin had almost forgotten the last dream, he still vaguely remembered that there must be something unusual about Robin: "Listen to me! That Robin is very abnormal..." Song Huaimin didn't have time to say anything more and quickly flashed into the nearest room.

The cold wind blew, and the icy coldness climbed up his spine.

The hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, the fishy wind whistled, and the thick darkness rushed towards the two from one end of the corridor.

It was the "shadow" hidden in the No. 7 cubicle of the public toilet!

Song Huaimin's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He would rather deal with the monster made of flesh. Cold sweat had seeped out of his palm holding the gun: "Ling Su?"

"Strange." Ling Su was still standing in the corridor, half of his body had been swallowed by the darkness, and he was still looking deep into the corridor, "It shouldn't run so fast now..."

Before he finished speaking, the dark shadow had quickly swept past and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The footsteps became slower and slower, and gradually stopped outside the door.

Song Huaimin's body was a little stiff. He didn't dare to imagine what monsters were outside. He held his gun tightly and cautiously leaned out a little.

The corridor was very quiet and peaceful.

There were no ghosts.

Robin had just run half of the corridor with a chainsaw chasing the black shadow, panting, and his little curly hair was scared straight.