Welcome to the Dream World

Beginning (1)

Mo Yang had a bad headache.

His nerves were clamoring for rest and sleep, but his mental state was in very bad condition after more than ten days of sleepless escape. His eyes were crimson red and his eye bags blackened. Even if he was wearing black glasses, it couldn't cover it all. Not to mention that he was thin right now, which made the whole body exude a gloomy and implied violent atmosphere.

The young shopkeeper who was dozing off at the front desk also looked at him a few more times, as if he was afraid that this gloomy, thin, and tall man carrying a large travel bag could not afford to buy things and even thought that he might try to rob him.

It was 7:18 in the evening. On television, a male news host was speaking about a Grade A wanted person with a cold expression:

Mo Yang, male, Chinese, 28 years old, height 183 centimeters, from District X in Beijing, ID number: 110xxxxxxxx, a mystery novelist and former president of Mo Corporation.

After he shot and killed two executives from the Mo Corporation on December 7th this year, four days later he once again committed a crime in the street, shooting a government official. On December 16th, he used anesthesia guns to attack the prison guards who had escorted him to escape. His behavior was extremely bad, the methods were hazardous, and he was suspected of being mentally maniac. I hope that the general public will be more careful. Those who provide clues will be rewarded with a reward of 500,000.

Mo Yang quietly looked at that revealed handsome face that was completely different from his current self. His chapped thin lips slightly curved, revealing a mocking arc. He picked up a pack of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water, then walked to the front desk to check out.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the guy carrying the travel bag was not a poor or thug at all. "Heh, these years, even a wanted criminal looks so good-looking, and he is still a novelist and president. I really can't figure out why he still kills someone when he already has a good life."

Mo Yang laughed as if he was not talking about himself: "We may know a man's exterior but not his heart. The more you look the best, the less moral you have."

The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, and then gave a thumbs-up: "Brilliant! The total is 13 yuan and fifty cents."

After Mo Yang paid for the bill, the news host had already read another news. The female host was using a standard smile to inform the world’s most prominent and longest-lasting meteor shower that it would be predicted to fall at 8 o'clock this evening. She reminded all astronomy enthusiasts and people who love meteors to observe.

"Meteor shower. What's so good about these sparks is that they are just a mess of stones that fall into the earth, after being strongly rejected by the earth's atmosphere?" Mo Yang took a bite of the dry noodles and sneered.

The shopkeeper seemed to have just heard this kind of magical explanation for the first time. He wanted to tell his girlfriend to go to see the meteor shower together, but he couldn’t make any calls.

Saying such a good meteor shower was a bad thing, he was afraid that the brother in front of him had possibly an issue with his brain.

Mo Yang, who was being suspected of having a mental illness, didn't care about the weird look of the shopkeeper. He indifferently passed by the shopkeeper and walked out the shop, thinking about where to sleep tonight. In the winter, even in a small county in the south, you could get sick if you didn't find a place to stay out of the wind. Moreover, he needed a complete and safe place to sleep. When he thought that he could survive until now, he felt that it was not good to have superhuman blood and have the research perseverance of a mad scientist.

Walking aimlessly, a bright light suddenly flashed across the dark sky. Mo Yang looked up and saw a flash of shining stones in the sky.

There was a small hill with a big tree in front of it.

This place was very suitable for sleeping in a tent.

He wouldn't be suspected and people might think he was here to observe the meteors.

Very good.

Mo Yang pitched his tent under the big tree, listening to the exclamation and admiration of the men, women, and children who climbed the hillside to see the meteor shower, and finally reluctantly closed his eyes. Even if the surroundings were noisy, it was more reassuring than a quiet and comfortable hotel. At least, there wouldn't be any bad dogs named special police officers and the assassins which were like lingering ghosts.

Tsk. The ten-day escape was already at his limit. At this time, he might soon be caught by those people, and all his doing would be in vain. Then they would put all crimes on his head like what happened to his father, and finally, under "their eyes", he jumped off the building with fear of crime, right?

Well, that was wrong. He wasn't the same as his father. He killed three people, so those people could convict him fairly.

Before closing his eyes, Mo Yang thought in his heart that if he was caught in this way and then died, he would still be a little bit at a loss. Although two lives were exchanged for three lives, his family had so much property and antiques, and he still had half an unfinished novel. Wouldn't he make it cheaper for those high-ranking bastards in the end?

Even if he burned all the money to feed the ghosts, he wasn't willing to the bones to feed these corrupt politicians.

One by one, the meteor showers continuously across the night sky. Most people in the world had been seeing the meteor shower that lasted for nearly a whole day.

But what was strange was that for this dense and continuous meteor shower, or the meteor group that can be called a meteor burst, astronomers in this country and abroad had different opinions about the source of the meteors. Some said it was the Leonid meteor shower, some say it was Orion or The Perseid meteor shower, there were also meteorite fragments that were said to be extraterrestrial...Of course, this had nothing to do with ordinary people, what everyone needed was that these meteors were pleasant to look at.

When Mo Yang was awakened by the light footsteps, the sky was already bright. The old man who came to do morning exercise didn't care about the tent under the tree. In their small town, in the southern mountains, there were so many artists who came to photograph or draw, so the old man was not startled.

At this time, Mo Yang in the tent pressed his head with his right hand, listening to the mechanical sounds appearing in his ears, and looking at the translucent words appearing in front of him, while wondering if he turned into a fugitive who had Schizophrenia?

【Hello, do you want to make a fortune?】

【Do you want to be a hero like Superman? 】

【Do you want to be a winner in life and be hugged both right and left? 】

【Just join this game then you can reach the pinnacle of life!! 】

Mo Yang: "..."

"Shit. I just fell off so many artists at the pinnacle of my life. I'm not interested in climbing anymore. I'm tired."

The mechanical sound and subtitles were silent for a few seconds. When Mo Yang felt that this was an illusion because of having a bad sleep, the sound and translucency of so many artists appeared again.

【Dear Customer, do you want revenge? 】

【Do you want to kill all the bad guys who wronged your father and you and ruin them?】

【As long as you join the game, you can kill all these people who look so unpleasant to your eyes!】

In an instant, Mo Yang raised his eyelids. The phoenix eyes under the glasses suddenly shot out a sharp, extremely cold light. Even the aura of his whole body was like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.