Chapter 3541

Wearing a classic white dress, the waiter walked out tens of meters with cat steps. In view of forgetting to bring high heels, he deliberately increased the range of waist twisting in order to achieve a more perfect photographic effect.

But the result is that he looks like he is playing Yangko, just like the festive BGM.

"Wait, I seem to suddenly remember something."

Wade stopped where he was. He looked at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling of the gallery, touched his chin and recalled:

"I remember why I'm here! It's because I received a business. Someone sent me a text message saying that he lived in a nightmare and needed help, so I woke up and thought I should clean up the task before the wedding, so I came here."

"As for why I forgot such key information before? Do you really want to talk about memory loss with a poor brain cancer patient like me? It's lucky to remember now, because I still can't remember what I ate last night."

"Well, in that case, I should go to the client first instead of looking at the paintings here. Although these paintings are related to me and look a little strange, I'm the protagonist, so it's normal."

Thinking of what to do, the mercenary was always full of action. He took off his dress over his uniform, then took it out of his pocket and took out a whiteboard pen.

Right next to him, an oil painting shows an electric cable and a youth negative sound wave warhead kneeling in front of him, smiling and polishing his shoes, and the dead waiter shook his head:

"If this is a dream, it must not be my dream. They and I are friends. This is not a normal and healthy friendship. Moreover, we are not NBA players. We have the hidden rules of the workplace for newcomers to polish shoes for the elderly. I hate the hidden rules. Therefore, in the second grade of primary school, the teacher said I had anti social tendencies."

"Look at the surrounding environment. It's too dark. The employer may come from DC like his cousin..."

While looking around for the client, the waiter chattered to himself. When he talked about this, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the definition of "society".

Thinking of the urgency, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and wrote a famous sentence on the wall with a pen - "I come, I see, I pee on the ground.".

Because of bladder cancer, he occasionally drops a few drops when he is in a hurry, but in literary works, exaggeration is also a common way of expression.

"Hmm? What's this? A book?"

Just when he was feeling how appropriate his improved Caesar's famous words were, he suddenly found a book on the red carpet not far in front of him.

The book looks a little old. It is wrapped in a book cover with decorative patterns. It seems that it was lost by a little girl.

Wade is always willing to help little girls. The younger and beautiful he is, the more powerful he will help.

"It's a lovely diary. I think its owner should be very worried about losing it? It's also packed. It seems that he takes good care of it at ordinary times."

Although he could not interact with the old fellow of the live broadcast, he was very devoted to his service. He turned to the air where nobody was talking.

"Next, I will pick up this book and look for its owner. According to my mercenary intuition, it should be lost by my client, and she is probably a lovely little beauty."

But a "√" smile was put on the corner of his mouth behind his mask. When his fingers just touched the flower skin book, the book opened with a Shua, and a strong suction burst out at the same time.

It was like a toilet, and wade in the suction whirlwind was like excreta, almost without any resistance, so smoothly sucked away. A few seconds later, there was a pop between the pages, as if the dead waiter fell into the water.

Then the book closed slowly, flashed a few times in Brin, and disappeared with a 'poof'.

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"He's a little late. He's just left."

Just a few seconds after Wade disappeared into the book toilet, the death knell dragged monak to the same place, strangling and smelling the "dark fragrance" left in the air, Su Ming said to the mage behind him.

"As expected, no matter what Wade's dream is, there is a maze around his subconscious mind."

Monak wiped the tears on his face. Because he was flying too fast, he was like getting off a convertible plane, and his nose was running out.

"Everyone's subconscious is almost the same, but it's more like Wade's dream after being manipulated by someone. We have to look again. We're not sure now."

Su Ming checked the traces left by the dead waiter, including the message on the wall, and then looked at the surrounding oil paintings, which depict Wade's great achievements.

My cousin can dream very well. There is everything in this dream.

One of the paintings disappeared, leaving only a frame. It seems that he doesn't like it very much, and the message is next to the oil painting of electric cable and warhead shoe polishing, which shows that wade subconsciously feels so cool.

But the problem is that the smell suddenly disappears here, at the point where Su Ming is standing.

If Wade suddenly stopped smelling, the ghost wouldn't believe it.

"I don't know what it will be, but I know it's time to use this mask in this case." Monak looked around at the oil paintings. The atmosphere here was gloomy. It seemed that everyone in the portrait would move his eyes. At this time, he was staring at them. He didn't like this feeling very much.

"In fact, the sleeping devil mask can be used in the dream dimension at the same level, so now you just need to think about entering the next level, and it can open the path." The death knell makes the mage start work. It's a basic skill to drive magic props with spiritual force.

So the magic Prince closed his eyes, grabbed the mask in his hand and jumped up like a witch monkey head. He was still used to this ritual method.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the colorful notebook appeared in front of them and lay quietly on the stall.

However, unlike Wade, Su Ming first observed it and found that its cover was not a simple flower pattern, but a pattern made up of countless mosaic like color blocks.

These small color pieces seem to be torn from different children's illustration story books.

"Prepare for battle, monak. This is probably Wade's reading notes when he was a child. He may have forgotten because of amnesia, but obviously confused many stories together, so the dreams on the next level should be a super hodgepodge."

"Is it more a hodgepodge than plush toys and silent hill?" The mage smiled and nodded to show that he had no problem: "I just hope not to be too disgusting now."

So they looked at each other and pressed their palms on the book at the same time.

Then the sky whirled and the whirlwind spewed out of the open pages. They didn't resist, so the next second, they both fell into the cold water after two bursts.

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