Fairyland, Big Problem

"Big brother, I'm afraid of Sister Nurse, I'm afraid of injections."

In the park, the little girl holding the colorful balloons shook her head, her horn braids swung back and forth.

"But, your real dream is to become a nurse."

Wen Jiu squatted down after putting more than a dozen simple leaflets on the edge of the flower bed.

As far as he could see, behind the little girl appeared a translucent image of a young girl, wearing a standard nurse uniform, and her eyebrows were 70-80% similar to the girl's.

This is an image that only Wen Jiu can see, called...

Substitute messenger!

Kidding.

Blessed by the **** of beautiful dreams, Wen Jiu can see the embodiment of the pure ideals of others, which is called the image of beautiful dreams.

The little girl playing in the park in front of her has the image of a nurse in her dream, which shows that no matter how afraid of injections she is, the clearest ideal is to become a nurse.

The child's thoughts are relatively pure. With a little mention, she can meet her dream image, recognize herself more, and strengthen the direction of life.

Wen Jiu followed suit, "Think about it, what would you get if you became a nurse?"

The clear pupils blinked, and after a brief hesitation, the little girl's expression changed from confusion to excitement.

"I see. If I have to be brave and become a nurse sister, I can stab those boys who bully me with needles!"

"what?!"

Wen Jiu hasn't recovered from the outrageous Wuji Tong Yan, but the little girl in front of her has a feeling and slowly turns her head back.

The white mist was surging, and the beautiful nurse sister, whose eyebrows were seven or eight similar to hers, leaned down and kissed the little girl's forehead, murmured to convey her intentions:

Nurses exist to protect life, not to hurt children with needles.

In a trance, the image of the sweet dream dissipated after hugging the little girl, it was really like a dream.

"Big brother! I know, I want to be a gentle nurse and protect life~"

A woman's voice called in the distance, and the mother called her daughter to go home.

"Big brother, I'll go first, your Dream Detective Agency will definitely be very famous."

"It's the Dream Office..."

The little girl had already run away, Wen Jiu helplessly got up with a smile, the flyer in his hand had a clear title:

'Beautiful Dream Office, let you meet your dreams. ’

With a thought, a simple game interface appeared in Wen Jiu's mind, and a text prompt box popped up:

Sweet Dream points, +3.

Soul piercing another world, Wen Jiu's unique uniqueness is the ability to be blessed by the God of Dreams, and a strange Pokemon game.

In my mind, the main interface of the game is an extremely simple amusement park. There is only one Ferris wheel. You can see Xiangwei Miao and little sea lions lining up to ride.

(↑There are pictures here, and the pictures of Pokemon and game props will be posted in this chapter as much as possible.)

Confirm the Dream Points, temporarily close the game interface, and return to reality.

Wen Jiu, who has no job and little savings, has to solve the problem of livelihood first.

Using the power bestowed by the God of Beautiful Dreams can make people recognize their own beautiful dream image, which is equivalent to an enhanced version of psychotherapy.

Under the premise that the original owner of the body did not leave much memory in a strange world, the only trump card in Wen Jiu's hand was this blessing.

"In my previous life, I was able to counterattack from a small village to a first-tier city, and I can still do it in another world... ah—"

He was handsome for only three seconds, and Top Gun's words were only halfway through. The cold wind in the deep winter blew Wen Jiu's eyes.

There were more than ten flyers in his hand, and some of them flew out, sticking to the face of a middle-aged man who passed by on an electric bike.

Wen Jiu finally opened his eyes in the cold wind, and saw the little electric donkey that rolled over.

Snapped-

The movement was not as big as I imagined. The middle-aged man was skilled in driving and braked steadily, but he fell to the side of the road and fell.

The side of the battery car is a little damaged. Fortunately, everyone is fine.

"Sorry, sorry, my flyer was blown away by the strong wind just now."

"Hey, it hurts—"

The middle-aged man shook his hands, only his arms were sore and numb, the rest was fine, but he was still very angry.

"Stinky boy! What are you doing?!"

Holding up the battery car, Wen Jiu quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, the wind blew the flyer away."

"Damn, lose money for me! Accompany me with the battery car!"

"The battery car isn't broken."

The other party has a tendency to be quite unreasonable, Wen Jiu is very calm, and while apologizing, he can't let anyone gain an inch.

"The wind blowing the flyer smeared your face. It was purely an accident. Where are you injured?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, "It's alright, it's just that his hands are a little numb."

After getting the exact answer, Wen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. If he really wanted to pay for the entire battery car, he might run out of food after paying the rent.

"I'll go back with you."

The other party couldn't ride a bike like this, so Wen Jiu simply pushed up the electric donkey.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling person. Besides, the proportion of accidents is indeed relatively large, and the middle-aged people are suppressing their anger.

"I'm unlucky. I live nearby. I'm the owner of a small supermarket across the street. My surname is Zhang."

Boss Zhang's face was gloomy and he sighed deeply, "Push the car for repair first."

Observing silently, Wen Jiu felt more and more that something was wrong. Boss Zhang was very worried, unlike a simple accidental fall that caused rage.

Eighty percent have other concerns.

Hand over the injured electric donkey to the repair shop. The master said that if there is a small problem, it can be repaired in one or two hundred, and you can come and pick it up later.

When things came to an end, Wen Jiu tentatively opened the topic, "Boss Zhang, do you have any other unhappiness in your heart?"

"What? Do you understand psychotherapy?"

"Uh."

He really couldn't explain his superpowers to the other party, so Wen Jiu waved the few flyers left.

"I'm from the Dream Office. I can help you see your ideal self. It's a kind of psychotherapy."

"Ah?"

Boss Zhang did not trust the abilities of the young man in front of him. The psychiatrist in his mind had to be a person in strict uniform who had the style of a lawyer and a doctor. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

At least not a young brother in old clothes.

"Boss Zhang, please believe me."

Wen Jiu's request was not only based on the guilt of breaking other people's e-Donkeys, but also some selfishness.

The owner of the small supermarket is a well-connected position in the acquaintance society. If you have a good relationship with him, the Dream Office will have another powerful publicity channel.

"Come and sit in my shop."

"Um."

Boss Zhang walked in front, and Wen Jiu followed behind. At this time, no white shadow appeared.

Usually, it is necessary for the other party to personally entrust him to see the image of the dream for a long time.

As an exception, children's minds are very clear, and occasionally they can directly see the image of a beautiful dream without entrustment, such as the little girl from earlier.

On the second floor of the small supermarket in the old block, Boss Zhang entered the office, his aura suddenly changed, and he was a little irritable.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, my ideal is to become a rich man and let my family live a rich life! My son must also look forward to it!"

Boss Zhang threw the bill on the table, "But the business cannot be expanded. Instead, because of the newly opened commercial plaza in Changle City, there are fewer customers. What can you do?"

Listening to this tone, it is like kicking the business decision to the other party.

Wen Jiu knew very well in his heart that he was here to solve psychological problems, not to go to the horns with him.

"Boss Zhang, out of professional needs, I have to go through a process."

Coughing and clearing his throat, Wen Jiu put on a pose, "Let me show you the self in your beautiful dream."

Boss Zhang looked suspicious and nodded subconsciously.

The dream commission was fulfilled, and a faint white shadow condensed and formed behind him.

That armor, that cloak, his dream is...

Masked Superman?