Fairyland, big problem

"Big brother, I'm afraid of the nurse sister, I'm afraid of injections."

In the park, the little girl holding a colorful balloon shook her head, her shofar braids flicking back and forth.

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

Putting more than a dozen crude leaflets beside the flower bed, Wen Jiu squatted down.

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

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

Substitute Messenger!

Kidding.

Blessed by the God of Dreams, Wen Jiu can see the concretization of other people's pure ideals, which is called the image of dreams.

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

The child's thinking is relatively pure, and with a little mention, she can meet her dream image, recognize herself more, and strengthen her life direction.

Wen Jiu persuasively said, "Think about it, if you become a nurse, what will you get?"

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

"I know, I want to be brave and become a nurse sister, so I can stab those boys who bully me with needles!"

"ah?!"

Wen Jiu hadn't recovered from the outrageous Wuji childlike face, the little girl in front of her felt something and turned her head slowly.

The white mist surged, and the beautiful nurse sister, whose eyebrows were 70% similar to hers, leaned down and kissed the little girl's forehead, muttering to convey her heart:

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

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

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

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

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

"It's Dream Office..."

The little girl had already run away, and Wen Jiu stood up with a helpless smile. There was a clear headline on the flyer in his hand:

‘Sweet Dream Office, let you meet your sweet dreams. '

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

Dream points, +3.

Soul travels to another world, Wen Jiu's unique special feature is the ability of Dream God's blessing, and a strange Pokemon game.

In my mind, the main interface of the game is an extremely simple amusement park, with only one Ferris wheel, and Xiangwei and little sea lions can be seen queuing up to ride.

(↑There are pictures here. I will try my best to post pictures of Pokémon and game props in this chapter.)

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.

Utilizing the power bestowed by the Dream God, people can recognize their own dream image, which is equivalent to an enhanced version of psychotherapy.

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

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

He was handsome for less than three seconds, and he only spoke half of his words, and Wen Jiu couldn't keep his eyes open due to the cold wind in the deep winter.

More than a dozen leaflets in his hand "squeaked", and some of them flew out of his hands, so that they could not be dead on the face of a middle-aged man who passed by on an electric bicycle.

Wen Jiu managed to open his eyes in the cold wind, and saw the little eDonkey turned over, and rushed forward while reciting the pill silently.

Snapped--

The movement was not as big as expected. The middle-aged man was proficient in driving and braked steadily, but fell to the side of the road and stumbled.

The side of the battery car is slightly damaged.

Fortunately, people are all right.

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

"Hiss, it hurts—"

The middle-aged man shook his hand, only his arm was numb, the rest was fine, but he was still very angry.

"Brat! What are you doing?!"

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

"Damn it, pay me money! Accompany me with the battery car!"

"The battery car is not broken."

The other party tended to be unreasonable, Wen Jiu was very calm, and he couldn't make people push his feet while apologizing.

"The wind blows the leaflets to your face, it's purely accidental, where did you get hurt?"

The middle-aged man froze, "It's okay, but the hands are a little numb."

Wen Jiu heaved a sigh of relief when he got a definite answer. He really had to pay for the entire battery car, and if he paid the rent, he might run out of food.

"I'll go back with you."

The other party couldn't ride a bicycle like this, so Wen Jiu simply pushed the eDonkey.

Reaching out and not hitting the smiling face, besides, the proportion of accidents is indeed relatively large, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger.

"It's my bad luck. I live nearby. I'm the owner of a small supermarket across the street. My surname is Zhang."

Boss Zhang looked gloomy and sighed deeply, "Push the car to be repaired first."

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

Eighty percent have other concerns.

The injured eDonkey was handed over to the repair shop. The master said that there was a small problem, and it could be repaired for one or two hundred dollars, and he would come and pick it up later.

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

"What? Do you know psychotherapy?"

"Well."

Really unable to explain the super power to the other party, Wen Jiu waved the few leaflets left.

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

"Ah?"

Boss Zhang didn't trust the ability of the young man in front of him. The psychologist in his mind had to be someone who wore a strict uniform and had both the style of a lawyer and a doctor.

At least not a young guy in old clothes.

"Boss Zhang, please trust me."

Wen Jiu's request was not only based on the guilt of breaking someone else's eMule, but also some selfishness.

The owner of the small supermarket is considered to be a well-connected position in the society of acquaintances, and if he has a good relationship with him, Sweet Dreams Office will have another powerful publicity channel.

"Come and sit in my shop."

"Um."

Boss Zhang was walking in front, and Wen Jiu followed behind. At this time, there was not a trace of white phantom emerging.

Usually, Wen Jiu can see the image of Meimeng only if the other party entrusts it in person.

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

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 prosperous life! My son must also look forward to it!"

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

Listening to this tone, it is simply to kick 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 get into trouble with him.

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

Coughing and clearing his throat, Wen Jiu put on a posture, "Let me let you see yourself in your dream."

Boss Zhang nodded suspiciously.

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

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

Kamen Rider?