After dinner, Liu Mengfei reported on the development progress of the game.

Since it was her own project, she naturally did her best and spent almost all the time on this game except eating and sleeping.

So, in less than a week, the basic game shelf has been set up. Even the previous few levels have been completed.

Of course, the only thing that is set up is the shelf, and when playing, it shows just simple lines and graphics. The artwork and sound effects behind it are also time-consuming places.

However, with Liu Mengfei's urging, the artist's progress was pretty good, and he had completed it to about 30%. And after getting familiar with the style, it will be smoother and faster and faster.

After encouraging her, watching Liu Mengfei go to wash dishes spontaneously, Zhou Zhe nodded with satisfaction and returned to his room with his hands behind his back.

Take out a notebook and open it carefully, with long or short hair strands inside, and the corresponding name is also written on each page.

"The hair is the essence of essence. The hair is rooted in the scalp and absorbs the overflowing spiritual growth of a person's dream. Therefore, it will have a certain connection with the hair master's dream to a certain extent, leaving dream marks. Such dream marks are subtle and difficult to distinguish, and can only be detected in the dream world."

"But because the unplugged hair is a source of no root and no water, the remaining dream marks on it will quickly dissipate within one or two days."

"It is said that the extremely skilled dreamweaver and dream master can use their hair to pull people into dreams or sneak into each other's dreams, which is very magical."

Recalling these words from Tang Meng, Zhou Zhe took a random hair, wrapped it around his fingers, then lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Put your mind on that hair, and then spread your thoughts, like a film bulging up, and throwing it out like a fisherman casting a net.

As I gradually fell into my dream, there seemed to be some inexplicable attraction in the distance, just like two magnets that implicated Zhou Zhe in the black fog at the bottom of the dream world.

Ferrying may be an illusion. As Tang Meng said, the bottom of the dream world is chaos and disorder. When he came back, a dream had already appeared in front of him.

Zhou Zhe recognized the master of the dream and hurriedly threw himself into it - or under the guidance, he couldn't help but plunge into this dream.

This is a false world, a countercurrent lies in front of you, and the chaotic water flows from top to bottom, but you can't hear the sound of the water flow.

There were fish in the water, but these fish looked particularly strange, with the patterns on their bodies forming the faces of children.

These "human-faced fish" rush upwards in the water, one by one, crossing the upper stream and not knowing where they went. But there was a fish with particularly bright colors on the body, which was always washed away in the water, spinning in place or even retreating.

Cao Min stood on the shore, looking at the fish with a look of anxiety.

Zhou Zhe squatted beside him and looked at the dream, rubbing his chin.

Well, the face of the fish looks a bit similar to Sister Cao, which is an allusion to her or her son... Her work in the newspaper is quite stable, and she should not have the chance to advance bravely, and she is probably his son...

His son happened to be in his third year of high school and was facing the college entrance examination. It was a big hurdle... In other words, his son's grades were not good and it was difficult to make progress, so this is the most anxious thing in Sister Cao's subconscious mind?

Zhou Zhe felt that his guess should be almost the same. Seeing that there were no other new changes in the dream, he left directly.

As soon as he left the dream, Zhou Zhe also escaped from the dream. He forced himself to wake up and not be trapped, and then picked up the second hair and gave it to him according to law.

This dream is the dream of reporter Liu Bin.

In the dream, Liu Bin was in a brand new house, with joy on his face, and was traveling around and circles.

Well, if you dream of a new house, it may be that he moved to a new home and moved to a new home. It may also mean that he has made new friends who are very important to him... In short, it should be a good omen...

Zhou Zhe withdrew from Liu Bin's dream, took out Sun Bei's hair, closed his eyes and fell into the dream.

In the dream, there was blood red. Zhou Zhe saw Sun Bei lying in a pool of blood, a twisted black shadow with five fingers like a knife walking towards him step by step... The dream came to an abrupt end.

Brother Sun is having a nightmare. It seems that he has written too many supernatural and terrifying manuscripts on weekdays. He thinks about things every day and dreams at night... With a sigh, Zhou Zhe could only withdraw from the dream world again and sit up from the bed.

After pinching Sun Bei's hair back into the notebook, Zhou Zhe then entered the dream of several other colleagues, but none of them failed.

Zhou Zhe speculated on their situation based on their daily mood and situation and dream performance, while reflecting what he thought. He just watched the whole process during the dreaming process and would never disturb him.

After quitting the dream again, Zhou Zhe's face could not hide his fatigue.

It seems that this kind of dreaming consumes energy... but there is only one left, so let's finish reading it all.

Zhou Zhe picked up the hair he got in Chen Yang's office and wrapped it around his fingertips and fell into his dream.

Flying in the black fog, Zhou Zhe was wrapped in invisible power and plunged into a dream.

This is a corridor of stairs, dark and cramped, and the stairs are down layer by layer, as if there is no end forever. A woman was unclothed and ran away frantically down with barefoot feet. On the stairs behind her, there was a human figure that seemed to be made of mud, splashing mucus and chasing her.

This...it doesn't seem to be the president's dream. Could it be...

Zhou Zhe saw the woman's face clearly. Isn't this the administrative Qian Ying?

The dark and cramped space may represent her mental pressure, and the endless downward stairs represent her concern for her property, status, reputation, or despair... Is that mud monster? Maybe it is the reconstruction of something that she subconsciously dislikes...

The mud...mucus...can it be Chen Yang?

Zhou Zhe suppressed his smile and saw that Qian Ying was about to run to him, and he left the dream without saying a word.

Anyway, it was just a small nightmare, maybe she would forget it when she woke up. What's more, she had her own dream.

Anyway, Zhou Zhe definitely doesn't want to have any relationship with Chen Yang's lover, even in a dream.

Opening his eyes, Zhou Zhe put the hair on his finger into his notebook, took a pen to apply Chen Yang's name on it, and changed it to "Qian Ying".

Put the notebook in place before lying down on the bed again.

I fell in my dream today and realized that I gained a lot.

Brother Tang said that it is difficult to borrow hair to enter a dream, but it seems not very difficult now. Although there is a small mistake, all the things that happen to enter a dream failed and all of them succeeded.

Maybe I really have the talent of a dream master?

But what exactly does the so-called dream weaver look like?
Chapter completed!