Chapter 2 Cat

"What kind of drama is going on today? It's such a mess..."

Lin Xian rubbed his arms that had been blown by the night wind and recalled the dream he had just had.

big face cat,

Ultraman mask,

beautiful agent,

It’s really dumbfounding.

"It's like making a movie with a bunch of idiots...ahem."

Lin Xian coughed twice and felt a little cold.

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to close the window before going to bed last night.

The night breeze in early winter is no joke.

Wow——

After the old sliding windows were closed, the sound of punching at the night market stalls downstairs became much quieter. Without the invasion of the night wind, the room seemed to be getting warmer.

Lin Xian poured himself a cup of hot water, took a few sips, and looked at the full moon in the sky outside the window:

"What is hidden in that safe with my name on it?"

…

Since birth, Lin Xian has had the same dream repeatedly every night.

Day after day, year after year.

No matter how old Lin Xian is, no matter where he sleeps, no matter what he does during the day, once he falls asleep, he will inevitably appear in that strange yet familiar square.

Strange because Lin Xian was sure that he had never been to this square in reality.

Familiar because over the past twenty years, Lin Xian had already learned a lot about this square. He knows every child, every tree, and even every blade of grass here.

As a child, Lin Xian was afraid of this dream.

Every day is the same people, the same city, the same events.

To Lin Xian, dreams were like a prison from which he could never escape.

The good friends we played with yesterday have turned into strangers today.

The person who died in front of me yesterday greets me with a smile today.

Even if he made a big noise, his dream state would still be as peaceful as ever the next day.

He is like a prisoner trapped in time.

Sentenced to repeat the same life sentence.

…

He discovered very early that the world in his dreams would always be destroyed on time at 00:42, and he would wake up at 00:42 on time.

So he learned to get stuck——

[As long as you stay up until 00:42 in the morning before going to bed every day, you will definitely not dream! 】

that's the truth.

Therefore, for a long time when he was a child, Lin Xian would stay up until 00:42 before going to bed, having a dreamless night.

But when he grew up, starting from junior high school, Lin Xian's thoughts changed.

Not only did he accept this "nightmare" that repeated itself day after day, he even learned how to enjoy this "sweet dream":

In reality, he will be disciplined for whatever he does, but in the dream, he can do whatever he wants and be lawless.

No need to follow any rules or worry about any consequences!

He can drive as fast as he wants to stop the God of Killing!

This dream that repeated every day became Lin Xian's outlet during his adolescence.

Once he accepted this setting, Lin Xian felt that this dreamland where he did not have to take any responsibility and was not afraid of death was so delicious!

While his classmates were still playing childish games such as "Bubble Hall" and "MapleStory", Lin Xian was already playing "Ultimate Nation", "Hot-Blooded Scoundrels" and "Last Line 3" in his dreams.

Since then...

Lin Xian never stayed up late again.

The first thing I do when I get home from school every day is do my homework.

After finishing my homework, I wash up and go to bed without stopping for a second, which makes my parents call me the prodigal son!

It was also from this time that Lin Xian discovered that the dream would not definitely wake up at 00:42——

[If you die in a dream, you will immediately wake up in reality. 】

During his high school years, the death that Lin Xian experienced most was being shot and killed by the police.

A sniper shot in the head, a special police officer shot him on the spot, and he was shot to death randomly while fleeing... He had experienced them all and had even become accustomed to them.

It is precisely because of the long-term high-intensity escape training in dreams that Lin Xian, a high school student, won the "City Youth Urban Parkour League Championship" for three consecutive years, which made the teacher call him a man of both civil and military skills!

To this day...

This dreamland is still Lin Xian's daily outlet and amusement park.

Although the same day always repeats in the dream, fortunately the world in the dream is big enough. Even though Lin Xian has been playing in the dream for more than 20 years, he still makes new discoveries every day.

Just like the dream just now.

Lin Xian had done this kind of thing like robbing banks many times, but that warehouse full of safes... this was the first time Lin Xian entered.

He wasn't surprised that his name was on the safe.

After all, this is his own dream, he is the protagonist, and it is normal to have his own name.

He's just weird...

"Why is the password wrong?"

Lin Xian finished a glass of hot water.

The body is much warmer.

He put the water glass on the desk, wondering...

According to his long-standing habit, most of the passwords are his birthday, which is easy to remember and simple.

The password for almost all of his online accounts is 19990320. That's why he was so confident in the dream just now.

But why is the password wrong?

An eight-digit password... He really couldn't think of the second possibility.

Ding dong.

The phone on the bedside table lit up with new messages.

He clicked on it and saw that it was a WeChat work group——

Design team leader Li Juan: x-on:Everyone, there will be a meeting in the conference room on the third floor at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Mr. Zhao will personally review everyone's plans! No one is allowed to be late! reply received!

Then there were Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong! A few more times.

"These people are too arrogant."

Lin Xian sighed sincerely. It was already 1 o'clock in the middle of the night. Are these people all Super Saiyans? Don't they need to sleep at night?

But complaining is complaining...

In his dreams, he can rob banks, blow up buildings, and smile at gunpoint.

But in reality, he still had to reply humbly at 1 o'clock in the morning:

Received!

"Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Lin Xian lay back in bed, set the alarm, and threw his phone on the bedside table--

Bang!

...

Li Juan was furious and slammed the folder on the table!

"I told you last night! Today, President Zhao will personally review your plan! But look at it! What the hell are you doing!?"

The entire third-floor conference room was silent...

Everyone lowered their heads.

Li Juan was furious! She took out a drawing, put it on the table and took a photo:

"What is the main theme of our new brand!? It's youth! It's girly! I asked you to design the brand image, but you gave me a fox wearing black silk stockings? And wagging its tail?"

"And you!"

Li Juan took another photo of the drawing, staring at the girl next to Lin Xian, with a lion in her eyes:

"Do you have any misunderstandings about our new brand? You drew a little rabbit, which is okay, but are you serious about this floral scarf and big cotton jacket? My grandma wears more fashionable clothes than your rabbit!"

"Our President Zhao has said it countless times! It's very detailed, everyone! Kitty cat! Have you heard of Hello Kitty? Have you seen it? What we want is the same brand image as Kitty cat!"

"Hmph..."

The fat boy on the left of Lin Xian hummed softly:

"You want Kitty cat for this fucking salary..."

"Fatty, what are you mumbling about!?"

"No, no, no, no, Sister Juan! I said Hello Kitty is the best! Perfast!" Fatty was scared.

…

Li Juan’s roar filled the entire conference room.

Lin Xian closed his eyes, twirled his pen, and was still thinking about the safe in his dream yesterday.

An eight-digit password…

What exactly is it?

What’s hidden in the safe?

Kitty cat?

Cat?

Listening to Li Juan’s roar, Lin Xian thought of the cat mask on the big-faced cat’s face.

That was also the image of a cartoon cat.

With just a few simple strokes, the cuteness and vitality of a cat were vividly depicted.

Especially when the mask covered the huge face of the big-faced cat, there was a kind of contrasting beauty that was untainted by the mud.

I have to say that the cat image was indeed designed to be very cute.

Simple and exquisite, refreshing and straightforward.

Lin Xian, who was distracted, drew this cartoon cat on the manuscript paper with just a few strokes...

“Huh?”

The female colleague next to him leaned over:

“Lin Xian, what are you drawing?”