Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The soft pears in the fruit plate, the water dispenser that was a third full of a bucket, and the sofa with cushions all quickly retreated, leaving him alone in the pure white space.

As if someone tapped his shoulder, Zhou Weiqi suddenly raised his head, only to find that he was in the office.

"Weiqi, are you still sleeping? You've been asleep for two hours. You have to clock in before you wake up." A colleague joked.

"What, I, wasn't I in the lounge, and..." Zhou Weiqi felt his head was dizzy.

He grabbed the phone on the table and turned on the front camera. The bulge on his face no longer existed, and even the wound disappeared.

He stroked the smooth skin and hurriedly asked his colleague: "Hey, look at my face, has the acne gone away?"

"No more. Are you going to drink Cantonese herbal tea?" The colleague looked at her twice and said, "Okay, stop being so pretty and get to work."

Just now, was he dreaming?

But how could it be such a coincidence that Chu Yao in the dream took out the poisonous insects on his face, and the bulge on his face in reality was also eliminated.

If it wasn't a dream, how could Chu Yao, a person who had never been to their office building, know exactly what was on the fruit plate in the break room?

Zhou Weiqi stood up and walked out of the office in a daze, not even hearing his colleagues behind him calling him.

He had to verify one thing. The fruits in the lounge were changed daily. He had never seen soft pears before. They were all fruits that were easy to store, such as apples and oranges.

If it was really an illogical dream that he had, then in reality the fruit in the lounge would not be soft pears.

The same goes for the water level in the water dispenser. Who cares how much water is left in the dispenser?

He opened the door to the lounge and walked straight to the sofa.

"There are three soft pears in the fruit plate on the coffee table, and the water in the water dispenser was drank to this position. The pattern on the pillow..."

Zhou Weiqi picked up a soft pear casually. As a technician in the scientific research department, one of his strengths is his good memory.

Although he cannot have a photographic memory, everything he sees within a few days will be stored in his brain like a picture.

From the spots on the skin to the length of the stem, this pear was exactly as he had dreamed it would be.

Suddenly, a sentence appeared in Zhou Weiqi's mind.

"If I haven't read a book at all, but can construct all its contents in a dream, doesn't it mean that dreams can also simulate reality?"

Not only books, but also scenes she has never been to, she can also simulate them in her dreams.

A cold sweat broke out on Zhou Weiqi's back. This ability seemed useless. After all, dreams are dreams, and things in dreams cannot be brought to reality.

Perhaps the biggest use is that you can learn some knowledge or skills in dreams.

What if the whole world was pulled into a dream?

From one day on, no one knew that the reality they thought had been replaced by a dream.

But this is not a bad thing. If humans encounter an irreversible disaster, dreams will give them a second life.

As long as no one wakes up humans, they will live in false dreams until they die.

At the same time, Chu Yao received a text message.

There is no text description, just a series of addresses indicated by coordinates.