The days when the psychic engaged in farming

Tiantong Community is located in the south of the city, outside the Fifth Ring Road, and in the suburbs.

Ruan Meng drove for an hour and a half, and finally arrived at his destination before nine o'clock in the evening.

There are lights on in the community square, and there are only a few people here and there.When it was supposed to be lively, it was horribly deserted when it was received from above.

The person who came out to entertain was Lao Wu, the head of the neighborhood committee of the community.

As soon as he saw Ruan Meng, Old Wu went up and stretched out his hand to Ruan Meng: "Mr. Ruan, you've come!"

Ruan Meng nodded: "Which company did the accident happen?"

"Hi! It's not a family problem!" Lao Wu sighed and led Ruan Meng to the neighborhood committee. "The whole neighborhood has an accident!"

The location of Tiantong Community is remote, but the advantage is that the rent is relatively cheap, and there are not a few tenants who come to live here.

Because of the large number of migrants, it also indirectly drives the economic development of the community.

At night, dancers, walkers, and skewers all take to the streets, and the whole neighborhood is extremely lively.

But recently, for unknown reasons, strange things have happened to the residents in the community.

It's not a big deal if a person encounters such a thing as a ghost press occasionally.

However, the residents of the entire community have encountered ghosts pressing the bed for several days in a row, which is a bit mysterious.

Old Wu yawned, thinking of the feeling of dying when he was conscious but unable to move his body, he still had lingering fears in his heart.

"Mr. Ruan, I originally thought that this problem was caused by my being too tired and not having enough rest recently. But later I found out by accident that I am not the only one like this." Old Wu took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head , said in a low voice, "Basically the residents of the entire community have encountered ghosts pressing their beds... My three-year-old grandson woke up crying at night, saying that he saw someone sitting on me..."

Old Wu said that he shivered here, and subconsciously looked around, as if there were some invisible people around him.

"At that time, I was pressed by something and couldn't wake up. It was my little grandson who was crying, and I suddenly gained the strength to open my eyes... Tell me, how could such a coincidence happen! The whole community is full of people's hearts now. Panicked, everyone is afraid to go out or sleep at night..."

"I thought it would be impossible to go on like this. The neighborhood committee just happened to be in a meeting. After we made up our minds, we decided to find a reliable gentleman to come and have a look... That's why I called you."

Old Wu was talking, but his back was still numb: "Sir, do you see anything in our community?"

Ruan Meng's expression was calm, and there was no emotion on his face: "That thing hasn't arrived yet, probably after the zero point."

There is really something...

Old Wu asked again: "Then I now..."

Ruan Meng glanced at the time, pulled a stool and sat down: "You can go home, or you can choose to wait here with me."

The choice between Lao Wu's home and position fear is self-evident.

Ruan Meng is the only one left in the neighborhood committee office.

Yaya got out of Ruan Meng's pocket, walked around the table, and looked around the office.

The office space is divided into two, with a table and six chairs, which is a place for meetings and work;

There is a single bed inside, which is a place to rest.

The sheets and bedding are all new, presumably they were replaced by Lao Wu just before.

Yaya shook the green shoots on her head, and followed Ruan Meng into bed.After ten o'clock, Yaya yawned and fell asleep on Ruan Meng's chest.

Ruan Meng lay on the bed with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for that thing to come.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Meng's eyes suddenly went dark.

The body seems to be floating on the endless ocean, but the consciousness keeps sinking along with the deep sea.

Ruan Meng didn't struggle or resist, and let the black mist drag him forward.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth, and Ruan Meng walked alone on the path.

The surrounding scenery changed again and again, and after a while, the heavy rain came suddenly.

The road gets narrower and narrower, and the people get shorter and shorter.

When Ruan Meng stopped, there was a dense forest and deep mountains in front of him.

Ruan Meng lowered his head and realized that he was short and small, like a young child.

The torrential rain was like a bead curtain being pulled between the sky and the earth.

Little Ruan Meng opened the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and went up the mountain with difficulty.

This is a dream, Ruan Meng clearly knows.

But this dream gave Ruan Meng a strange feeling, as if it had happened in real life.

Holding an umbrella, little Ruan Meng climbed over the mound and through the bushes.

Don't look at the umbrella if it is eroded by wind and rain, and don't care if your clothes are scratched.

Little Ruan Meng had short arms and legs, but he just kept moving forward and refused to stop.

Finally, little Ruan Meng stopped on the bank of the river.

On the bank stood a tall man in a black cloak.

His skin is very fair, but his facial features are hard.With handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eye sockets and a straight bridge of nose, black eyes filled with mist, she looks like a fairy descended from the sky.

He just stood there, not knowing where to hide from the rain or where to go.

Little Ruan Meng smiled when he saw the man, and handed over the broken umbrella: "Here..."

The sky was still dark, and Ruan Meng had a hunch that someone was spying on him.

The dream shattered to pieces, Ruan Meng opened his eyes, and pressed the thing that was squatting beside him to peek at his dream.

"People in the community have nightmares, you are the one who is doing it, right?"

Then the imp held by Ruan Meng was only [-] centimeters long, and his whole body glowed with black light, like a weird doll.

"Mister misunderstood, I don't want them to have nightmares..."

The talking thing is called Menggui, and since the introduction of the "Re-employment Policy for Ghosts and Gods", it has come to the human world to seek life.

Meng Gui is short in stature and can't do much physical work.

Fortunately, he can spy on human dreams, come in and collect them and hand them over to the dream trafficking concentration camp.

There are not a few people who do this job, but Menggui's performance has been sluggish since he started employment.

"Sir, do you know? I'm also very helpless." Meng Gui was strangled by Ruan Meng, tried his best to turn around and started complaining to Ruan Meng, "I work so hard every night to set up a curtain for them to sleep in. I can complete the list if their dreams are staged. But I don’t know why, people everywhere I go will resist sleep. Occasionally, I have dreams, and they are also terrible, terrible nightmares. If it weren’t for me Dead ghost, maybe it is really possible to be frightened to death..."

The hard-working dream collection salesman was still talking about his confusion, Ruan Meng let go of his hand and answered him: "Your body is black, and the curtain you made is also black. Human beings have an instinct for darkness." Fear, when encountering such a situation, it is definitely impossible to relax the consciousness..."

The body enters a state of sleep, but the consciousness is tense.

When the body is out of sync with the consciousness, nightmares will naturally occur.

Meng Gui squatted beside the bed, resting his chin on his hands and sighing: "Is this what it looks like? I haven't collected dreams for a long, long time, and the Dreamland sales office said that if I don't make any more sales this month, I will be fired..."

Ruan Meng spoke at the right time: "Perhaps, you can try customized services."

Meng Gui raised his head, his small black eyes glowed with black light: "What is customized service?"

Ruan Meng explained with an example: "It is to follow your work needs, change your own conditions, and then solve the resistance encountered in work."

"Is there such a service?" Meng Gui nodded straightly, and was discouraged again at the thought of something, "But this kind of service is very expensive. I haven't had any business for a long time, and I don't have any savings..."

"You can get other things as compensation," Ruan Meng glanced at Ya Ya, who was sitting on the bed and yawning in a daze, and continued, "For example, the dreams I collected just now..."

Ruan Meng took Meng Gui back to his residence, signed the informed consent and began preparations for the surgery.

Baihu looked at the black and glowing little dot in front of him, and couldn't help asking Ruan Meng: "Do you still need to bleach the fen this time?"

Ruan Meng nodded, and said to Baihu: "Go and see how much is left in stock, this time we need a larger quantity."

Shadow ghosts are plane beings, so bleaching only needs to bleach the surface.

But Menggui is black from the inside to the outside, so the dose of bleaching fen needed is naturally larger.

Holding Ruan Menglie's list, Baihu couldn't help being curious: Bleaching fen is for bleaching, so what are these dyes and phosphors used for?

The successfully bleached Meng Gui was put on the operating table, and Ruan Meng picked up the cinnabar pen and cut open Meng Gui's body.

Ruan Meng lowered his head, drawing layers on Meng Gui's body bit by bit.

Ruan Meng was busy applying dye, and the octopus was busy sprinkling fluorescent powder on it.

At the end, Ruan Meng implanted a small bright light in Meng Gui's body, the switch is on the wrist...

Two days later, Guancai Bookstore received two comments——

Tiantong Old Wu: Thanks to inviting Boss Ruan for a walk, the overall sleep quality of residents in our community has improved significantly.

Not only can't ghost press the bed, but you can also have different dreams every day!

I dreamed about my first love yesterday, but I don't know what I will dream about today.All in all, full marks!

Colorful Dreams: Thank you boss for installing the colorful skins for me.

Now I have a lot of colors, and I can press the switch to adjust the color of the curtain according to the needs of the list, so as to obtain dreams with different emotions.

The dreams collected this night are as good as my previous decades, and it feels great to not have to worry about losing my job.

But I still have a question I want to ask, is the light in my body powered by batteries or something else?If there is no electricity one day, should I go to Guancai Bookstore to replace it?

#It's not urgent, so I won't wait online.Hope to see it and give me an answer, thank you! #