Chapter 423: The Sound of Rain of Death
Time goes back to thirty minutes ago.

Daydream Hotel, the place with the largest flow of people on weekdays, is now extremely crowded.

The unveiling of "memory", the game of "joy", the flying stars of "hunting", turmoil that is enough to overthrow a regime continues to occur. No matter how much the family members explain and promise generous rewards, not all the tourists in Pinocchio are fools, and smart people can see it.

Pinocchio is finished.

Maybe it was the Antimatter Army, maybe it was the Incinerator, or maybe it was some bored Masked Fool. Anyway, Pinocchio's dream was no longer absolutely safe.

Even if the family's accumulated reputation is indestructible, it can collapse overnight.

The tourists in the dream came here to escape reality, but at this moment, they all want to escape from the dream.

"Let me out! If something goes wrong, can the family afford it?!"

"That's right, that's right. I know some big shots in the company's marketing department. Let me talk to them!"

The turbulent crowd gathered at the registration desk of the Daydream Hotel in the dream. The usually elegant and humorous image was gone at this moment. There were hysterical screams and violent quarrels. At first, the staff of the Hound Family tried to maintain order, but later gave up.

Because some people no longer believe in their family's methods and have begun to return to reality by committing "committing suicide" in their dreams.

They smashed bottles of Sulada, stabbed their eyes with sharp spikes, flew to tall buildings with jets of soda, and then jumped down.

Unfortunately, the passage to reality has been blocked. Even if the tourists in the dream commit suicide many times, they can only wake up in the dream again.

The scene presented an extremely strange picture, with countless people trying to use pain to wake up from their beautiful dreams, which was contrary to their original pursuit.

People stabbed sharp knives into their chests, but what flowed out was not blood, but a blue liquid that exuded clear stupidity.

The quagmire of desire was severely stirred up by the threat called "death".

"Uncle Yang, should we...?"

The members of the train crew were currently in a square not far away. March Seven, Walter and others had just recovered from the sight of the Hunting Flying Star disappearing and were trying to look for any trace of the star.

But the current scene makes it impossible for them to leave easily.

San Yueqi looked at the people's crazy state, put his hands on his chin, and his voice trembled.

Lords Walter and Jizi hesitated for only a moment before making a decision.

"Xiao Sanyue, I understand your thoughts. The train crew has always been brave and righteous, but now, our first priority should be to solve the source of the problem."

Ji Zi took a deep breath and looked at San Yueqi seriously. Her fiery red hair was tied tightly together and danced in the night breeze.

"I... understand, Sister Jizi."

San Yue Qi's pupils dimmed for a moment. She was not an unreasonable person. Pursuing justice did not mean acting like a saint regardless of the occasion.

For now, regardless of whether leaving the train behind can alleviate the problem at the scene, Xing’s safety is what they should pay more attention to.

"Let's go."

Walter took the lead, the flashing neon lights left traces of thought in his eyes. If he guessed correctly, the familiar gravitational fluctuations just now must be conveying some information to him, but he couldn't interpret it immediately now.

By then, the inexplicable gaps in his memory would also be answered.

Klock Movie Park, the busiest place in this "golden hour" besides the Pinocchio Theater, is now empty.

There was only a solitary figure, holding his shoulders and moving slowly forward with limping steps.

"Really? I didn't expect that before I die, I won't be able to give out even this little bit of money..."

His golden-blonde hair was soaked with sweat, and he was suffering from a nervous breakdown, sinking into a vortex of pain.

Every nerve in his body was being stirred, but fortunately, the pain was no more severe than when he was tied to the electric chair by the Iyimanika warlord. That time, he was electrocuted for three days, and his whole body exuded the smell of barbecue, the disgusting smell of burnt rubber, which he could still remember until now.

In his hand, he still held the bag of cheap gems that he had taken out from Chaolu Mansion.

He originally wanted to give away these useless things, but in the face of death, no matter how precious the property is, it is like dirt in the face of life.

"The gems haven't been sent out, and the person is about to die. Am I a failure?"

"Oh, no, it's not a good habit to talk to yourself."

Shajin muttered to himself, using the dialogue to keep his spirit from collapsing. He supported his weak body and walked towards the only movie studio in the city that could broadcast now.

He is going to do something big.

It took him nearly five system hours to walk from Chaolu Mansion to here. His body was fine, but his spirit was only one step away from being killed.

Originally, he didn't expect anyone to respond to him, but a strange scene happened.

When he asked himself whether his life was a failure, a voice that could not be clearer echoed in his mind.

"What do you think, lowly gambler?"

"?"

Sha Jin suddenly turned around with vigilance in his eyes. On the way here, all the tourists ran towards the exit, and the people from the hound family also went to the hotel exit to maintain order. It was impossible for anyone to come here.

But the voice that spoke was not someone else's. The tone of voice was almost, no, exactly the same as his.

The same fur coat, the same black suit, even the black and gold edging on the chest are exactly the same.

The person who speaks is “him” himself.

Seeing Jinx's confusion, the "phantom" Jinx that appeared in front of him smiled maliciously, with malice revealed in his rainbow eyes.

"Why, you don't recognize me? When you were tied to the electric chair, don't you remember who gave you the idea?"

The words of "phantom" made Shajin fall into deep thought, but soon he straightened his back, forced himself to steady his body, supported his head, and tried to get rid of the phantom from his mind.

Unfortunately, this method cannot make Sha Jin regain consciousness, even though the pain he is suffering now far exceeds that of most tourists who want to gain freedom by committing suicide.

"Get out of my head, newborn of Harmony."

Sha Jin frowned slightly and looked at the shadow in front of him with disgust.

He learned through the company's report on the family that although the family advocates unity and everyone seems equal, there is a very strict hierarchy within the family.

The scale is used to measure the identity and status of family members, starting from the seventh scale (VII) [harmony of emotions] upwards, until the entire person's body, speech, spirit, and mind all enter into the huge torrent of destiny called "harmony."

And now, what is happening to Sha Jin is undoubtedly a further deepening of the "harmony" assimilation phenomenon.

"Hahahaha, it's useless. I am you and you are me. A person cannot give up his or her own destiny, no matter how much you want to forget."

The phantom Sha Jin appears to be very confident in facing Sha Jin's expulsion, with his hands spread out and a smile on his face. What Sha Jin has to fight against is not only the power of harmony, but also his own past and future.

"Then let me help you recall who you are..."

"gambler."

There was a surging pain in his brain, and Sha Jin's vision turned into endless darkness almost in an instant.

God, it's raining.

(End of this chapter)