Jiang Wu stared at the snow-white figure in front of him, but found that he could not see the other person's face clearly.

With every step this person took, the audience outside the dream also found that the scene outside the window began to reverse and the car was driving back.

"Who are you?"

The short-haired girl in the dream, on behalf of the people outside the dream, asked the question in a difficult and slow voice.

The other person paused, half turned his head, revealing his handsome and thin face. He seemed very young, and his voice was cold and androgynous, but it seemed full of the vicissitudes and alienation of traveling through time: "I have had too many names, but I am just a fallen flower drifting in the long river of time, but you can call me... a prophet."

"Prophet..." Nie Congnan's pupils trembled.

Ajin also murmured this name that seemed to contain infinite power.

Ying Huai leaned back, his swivel chair sliding to the corner of the conference room, his face showing no discernible emotion.

Everyone in the Investigation Bureau who had experienced the battle in Xicheng District knew about the mysterious person who had delivered the letter in advance.

He even pointed out that the key to breaking the impasse lies in Ying Huai... If it weren't for him, Xicheng District would have faced an even greater crisis.

So, he can not only predict the future, but also... manipulate time?!

As the prophet took steps, the scenes in the dream moved backwards at dozens of times the speed of light.

The distant sound gradually became clearer——

"Jiang Wu, Jiang Wu, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"

When the scenes in the dream that were constantly reversing stabilized again, everyone saw that the picture had returned to the bedroom covered with celebrity posters and cartoon stickers. Jiang Ji kept pushing the short-haired girl with out-of-focus eyes with increasing force.

Jiang Wu seemed to have lost his soul, holding his socks in his hands, swaying like a tumbler.

The familiar conversation happened again.

Jiang Ji hurriedly tied up her hair and shouted outside, "Mom and Dad, we're not going to have breakfast. We're going to miss the bus!"

Seeing her picking up her schoolbag and preparing to rush out, Jiang Wu, who was sitting on the lower bunk, grabbed her and said, "Don't go!"

"What's wrong? You still want to stand in front of the school and write a self-criticism as punishment?"

"I," the short-haired girl rolled her eyes, covered her stomach and started to cry out in pain, "My stomach hurts, I ate something bad!"

"Is this true? She was fine just now," Jiang Ji looked at her suspiciously. Seeing that her reaction was becoming more and more real, she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. She looked panicked and ran out of the door in a hurry. "Mom and Dad, something terrible has happened. My sister seems to be dead!"

Ah Jin complained: "These two sisters are definitely related."

After Jiang Ji ran out of the bedroom, Jiang Wu secretly opened his eyes and looked at the photo that appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Weishengdie leaned over and looked at the same place as Jiang Wu in the dream.

In the photo, a bus was overturned on the ground. The middle-aged man in the window had his neck twisted at a strange angle and his pupils were gray.

“…”

Jiang Wu's face instantly lost all color and turned extremely pale.

"This..." After seeing the face clearly, everyone was shocked and speechless again.

Soon, the sound of slippers clacking came from the living room, and the middle-aged man in the photo ran from the living room into the bedroom.

"Awu, don't scare Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ming sniffed his breath, picked up his daughter and ran outside.

Jiang Ji calmed down the panicked Jiang mother and followed them. The man carried the pale-faced Jiang Wu on his back and hailed a taxi. The yellow taxi slowed down when passing the moat.

There was a traffic jam ahead, and there were many people outside the moat, some exercising, some walking their dogs, and some private car drivers.

The taxi driver saw the crowd gathered around the moat and shook his head: "Something must have happened again."

He started chatting with Jiang Ming, who was in the passenger seat: "You don't know, this river is very evil. We don't dare to drive here when we are driving at night. Every time my brothers and I pass by here, our brakes will fail and the car will slide to the river. This river is very turbulent and we will die if we fall in."

"Hey, man, what happened?" Seeing someone he knew in the crowd, he leaned his head out and waved.

The short man ran over and said in dialect: "A bus was full of people and fell in, and many people ran away."

Jiang Ji took a curious look and saw through the gaps in the crowd that the bus was slowly being lifted by a crane. He took a breath and looked down in shock at the short-haired girl who was resting her head on her knees.

…

The dream came to an abrupt end.

The curtain turned into a gray color.

There was deathly silence in the meeting room.

"Do you have anything to say?" Nie Congnan tapped his knuckles on the table. "Express your opinions."

After hearing what Nie Congnan said, everyone in the conference room looked at each other, but no one spoke. Ying Huai stood up and walked out quickly, ignoring Lu Wangjin's dissatisfaction. In the corridor, he saw Jiang Ji rubbing his eyes and walking out.

"you……"

Jiang Ji's pale face froze, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, leaning against the wall of the corridor, and walked cautiously like a quail: "I don't remember what I dreamed about, I guess... I didn't dream about you, right?"

As expected, the main personality does not have Jiang Wu’s memories, including dreams?

Ignoring what was in his mind, he said lazily, "Good performance. Let's go. I'll take you to eat."

Jiang Ji was very wary: "Are you so kind? You won't let me pay, right? Oh, I missed the first man."

Ying Huai: “…swipe my card.”

[Host, you really love to act.] The system praised.

Jiang Ji suppressed the headache and replied in his heart: Of course, only those who love acting can win.

She followed behind Ying Huai, occasionally saying some flattering things, and Ying Huai responded incoherently.

But colleagues passing by couldn't help but stop and stare at him. It turned out that Captain Ying liked to hear this kind of words. He was so cool.

Jiang Ji had no popularity points now, so she directly transformed the system's virtual space into a dream scene, and then let the system project it into her bare dream. She made up the whole process according to her own ideas, and directed this big drama with her super distraction and micro-manipulation ability.

One shot, no NGs.

There were no mistakes in any of the grass, trees, or extras.

The comic is about to be updated. For her popularity, for the organization's prestige, and for her great mission of human rejuvenation... Jiang Ji feels like a miserable boss who has to run business outside to support the entire company, with a bunch of hungry employees at home.

The system did not reply, as cold as ever.