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"Oh! Another young man who is not afraid of death. I have a piece of advice for you: don't think your ideas are so advanced."

"Death? This kind of subject matter is already very common. I even bought it from Dr. Edward. They said it was... a one-off high-end anonymous donation, but it was actually terrible. It was all a gimmick."

"The effect is terrible. At the beginning, a monster with eyes stabbed you in the stomach. After that, apart from vaguely seeing some tall buildings and lights, the world was spinning around. I almost fainted and vomited..."

[Xing: It’s broken. Is this the real thing? ]

Shajin asked unwillingly, "Is that all?"

"What else?" The old man shrugged and continued, "Don't count on the basic base of the Pinocchio film industry... They still call this kind of thing avant-garde art, isn't it ridiculous?"

"That's right. I won't bother you anymore. Have a nice day."

A monster with eyes, this description is similar to the memory domain meme, but the tall buildings and lights... these things have nothing to do with "death". It's probably just a dream club made up of rumors.

The voice in my head...is kind of annoying. It's getting closer and closer.

Later, Gold Dust stopped a hound on patrol.

This hound has brown skin, strong muscles, and some hideous scars on his body like medals on his arms.

"Stay safe, my friend. If you are in danger, the hounds are always at your service."

Shajin walked up to him with a pale face and handed him a gem: "This gem is for you."

The sturdy man had a complicated expression, as if he was looking at a sparrow covered in mud and water. A bird that couldn't fly was not far from death.

"My friend...you don't look well. If you need help, I can contact the hotel to force wake you up," he said with concern.

[Walter: I heard that some people with suicidal tendencies will behave in unusually generous ways. Perhaps Mr. Hound thinks so as well.]

[March 7: If that’s the case, then this hound is also a good person.]

[Gui Naifen: Honestly, didn’t anyone see that he really had a strong urge to self-destruct? I don’t think it’s strange that he committed suicide at any time]

[Latio: I recommended him to see a psychiatrist a long time ago, but unfortunately, he never listened to my advice.]

Sha Jin frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but he still shook his head and refused: "No need, I have things to do." His voice was low and firm, as if he was trying to restrain some emotion.

However, when he heard the other party say he wanted to help, the look in Shajin's eyes became much brighter, and he said softly: "But thank you anyway."

The sturdy man seemed a little surprised by Shajin's reaction. After a moment of silence, he said with a complicated expression, "Okay. Don't hold on. Come to us hounds if you need anything."

Sha Jin nodded to show that he understood.

Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked in a slightly teasing tone: "Well, I do want you to do me a favor. As the best hound in Pinocchio, have you dealt with any stowaways recently?"

"Stowaway? How could there be a stowaway in Pinocchio? There has never been such a thing." The sturdy man denied it without hesitation, with a little surprise and confusion on his face.

"Okay, I wish you all the best in your work." Sha Jin shrugged helplessly, then turned and left.

The family really won’t tell the company anything... Oh, what nonsense.

Does everyone have to be tortured like this before joining the family... Damn it, I want to send my brain away as evidence...

Continuing to walk forward, Sha Jin was thinking about where to go next when he was suddenly attracted by a loud noise. It turned out that there was an open-air bar not far away, and there was a drunk man sitting inside.

The man sat alone in a booth, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, pouring it into his mouth. As he drank, he muttered to himself: "A drink can relieve all worries, no dreams mean no worries... Hey, I really should become a poet."

Gold Dust curiously approached the man and noticed that his face was red and his eyes were confused. Gold Dust had an idea and took out a crystal clear gem from his pocket, gently placed it on the table in front of the man, and said to him, "This is for you, buddy."

The man raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the gold dust, then burped and said incoherently: "Oh? Burp...you want to...give this to me? I didn't expect that there are people who want to be a good guy in this place..."

Then, he shook his head again, as if trying to sober up, and continued: "Or are you feeling sorry for me? Never mind, it doesn't matter... As long as I have... Su Leda, it's enough. Who said this is the true meaning of the dream? Haha..."

"Drink less Suleda, my friend. It's good for your health." Sha Jin seriously advised the man in front of him who was obviously a little drunk.

"Oh! Haha, you're right... but before that, I want to meet... the devil of Suleda." The drunkard responded seriously.

Gold Sand asked curiously, "The demon of Suleda? ... Can you tell me more about it?"

The drunkard's tongue was a little knotted, and he mumbled vaguely: "Haha... OK... Hi! It's that kind of monster... with a long neck and looks like a seahorse!"

"I heard that this kind of monster likes to show up in front of drunk people... and he especially likes those idiots who are drunk and sleeping on the side of the road! Haha, it's so funny..." After saying this, the drunkard laughed foolishly.

Sha Jin shook his head secretly and sighed in his heart: "It's really interesting, thank you for the treat." He thought that this man might be drunk and hallucinating, but he still agreed out of politeness.

The feeling of pain came again, and Sha Jin said goodbye to the drunkard with a pale face. When he was about to turn around and leave, he noticed a Pipisi playing the roulette wheel next to him.

His eyes lit up and he immediately changed his mind, deciding to target this Pipisi man.

Shajin approached the Pipisi and asked politely, "My beautiful lady, are you free now? If it is convenient, we can chat together."

The Pipisi heard the voice and slowly turned her head. When she saw the gold dust, she did not show any special enthusiasm. Instead, she put her hands on her waist and said with a vigilant look: "You want to talk to me? Sure, but don't touch on sensitive topics."