In the distance was a bus station, which was empty.

There were no cars, and no uniformed staff in sight.

The sky was gloomy, still drizzling, and a small group of people gathered on the wide platform.

About 4 or 5 of them should be passengers.

The dilapidation of the station was obvious, both the red brick platform and the old and dilapidated rain shelter.

This also led to the only few passengers can only hide in a corner of the platform to avoid the rain.

And at this moment several passengers' eyes are looking in one direction.

In the rain curtain, about 30 meters away, stood a man with an umbrella.

The man did not move, has maintained this position for 10 minutes.

Just as the passengers whispered something, the man suddenly moved and came towards the platform.

Closer and closer.

It was indeed a man, well-built and good-looking, with a work jacket on top that was obviously a few X's larger than his true size, and a bottom ......

The lower body wore a pair of plaid pajama pants, feet on a pair of cartoon plush slippers.

The slippers were soaked with rainwater, and every step would make a snapping sound.

Putting away the umbrella, Jiangcheng, who came here hastily in his sleep, looked up at the few people in front of him.

The rain flowed down the umbrella cloth, pooled into a stream and dripped down on the station platform.

A petite, innocent-looking girl asked cautiously, "Is it a newcomer?"

"Don't ask stupid questions," a bearded, stocky man glanced at the girl, then his eyes lingered on Aoiz's slippers for a second before focusing on his face.

He looked at Aoiz with a general feeling of examining prey in his gaze, and after a long time said, "Interesting newcomer, appearing here is actually so calm."

There were five people in total.

Aoiz didn't see anyone else near the station for the time being.

In addition to the innocent woman who had already spoken with the bearded strong man, there was also a woman of about 35 years old with thin lips.

The woman had a mole on her lip, and her looks were ordinary.

A balding middle-aged man of 50 or so with some lewdness.

A young man with meticulously combed hair, dressed as a clerk.

Unlike the others, the young man seemed to have just cried, the corners of his eyes were vaguely tear-stained, and his body shape was somewhat abnormally hunched.

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Aoiz swept the faces of the people in front of him one by one, and finally fixed his eyes on the bearded strong man, "Where is this?"

"We call it the dream world, because every visitor comes here from a dream," the strong man replied, "through a black iron door that does not exist."

Aoiz nodded, which was consistent with his experience, "What do we need to do?"

"Find clues to complete the mission based on the scenes that appear, and then try to survive in the process," he said, pointing to the rain curtain in the distance, "The dream world is just the title given to this place by the people who first came into contact with it.

Where exactly is this place, what is the place, you do not ask, ask we can not answer, because we do not know.

All you need to know is that after opening the door in the dream world, you may see a village, a tall building, or even a forest, snowfield, or wilderness.

All scenes that have appeared in our real world may appear behind the door."

"All scenes in our world will appear behind the door?" Aoiz asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

"Then what is the difference between this place and our world, or wouldn't it be our world behind the door?"

Aoiz asked a very relevant, but at the same time tricky question.

"But our world will never have two identical us at the same time," the strong man's voice was a bit muffled.

His words sounded colloquial, but it was not difficult to understand, at least for Aoiz, who frowned, "Are you saying that someone in the world behind the door ...... met himself?"

"Hmm."

The strong man didn't know whether to talk about these fears or whether he thought it was pointless to say this to a newcomer who still didn't know if he could survive this mission.

Anyway, he ended the conversation.

"You'll be able to return to the real world after the mission?"

"Well," the burly man nodded while his eyes looked towards the rain curtain.

The rain had a tendency to get heavier and heavier, the whole world was filled with a grayish hue, and the sky was getting darker.

"Newcomer," the woman with a mole on her lips looked at him and suddenly said, "death in this world will be erased in the real world, aren't you afraid?"

"Missing to be exact," Aoiz corrected.

The woman's eyes widened slightly and her interested eyes looked Aoiz up and down, "Also a newcomer, you're much better than this loser who only knows how to cry."

She glanced at the young man dressed as a clerk with undisguised disgust in her eyes, and the latter shivered fiercely as he heard the words.

The woman sneered and twisted back to Aoiz and continued, "If you can survive this time, I hope you don't mind making a friend."

Aoiz directly ignored her and turned to look at the strong man.

The strong man stood at the edge of the rain curtain, his eyes kept hovering nearby, with some anxiety between his brows.

"You're waiting for someone," Aoiz said to the strong man, "there's another person who hasn't come."

The strong man looked back, surprised, "How do you know?"

"Well ...... I also know that the one you're waiting for is a fat guy, very flexible."

"Newcomer, I'm getting more and more interested in you!" The expression on the burly man's face could no longer be described as amazement, "It's true that there are still people who haven't come, that's why the quest has been delayed to open, but I want to know ...... How do you know? Especially also know is a fat man, very flexible so detailed?"

Aoiz did not answer this question, but walked to the side of the strong man, to a direction outside the station, hands together in the shape of a trumpet, shouted: "Hey ......! It's safe here, come out, just waiting for you!"

The words just fell, the rain curtain about a few dozen meters away from the leap up a person, and then in the crowd's shocked gaze towards the platform running.

The two ham-like legs swung nimbly, avoiding a puddle, and finally a jump, landing firmly on the platform.

At this point a line popped up in everyone's mind: Damn! It's really a flexible fat guy!

As soon as the fat man came up, he stared dead at the work coat on Aoiz, who was wearing only a khaki shirt on his upper body, which had long been soaked through by the rain, and was now freezing and shivering.

"Can ......"

"NO!"

Aoiz decisively interrupted the fantasy of the flexible fat man, finished and wrapped the coat on his body a little tighter.

"You guys are ...... What's the situation?" The balding man who never said anything on the side opened his mouth to ask, looking just a little puzzled.

"met on the road, I came to scout for him, the cost is a coat, and an umbrella," Aoiz said very frankly.

Was frozen shivering fat sell really bad, and no one wants to take care of him, only the innocent female look at him poor, borrowed him a scarf tied around the neck.