"Of course there is no problem." The host said: "This is the radio program "My Dream City". I am the host of Chen Xiao. "My Dream" is a program that accepts calls from listeners and listens to the voices of the city's listeners."

"Even if Mr. Fang tells about his worries, we will try our best to solve your worries. Even if we cannot solve your worries, it will be much more comfortable to say them."

Dream City... Chen Xiao... The sound of dreams... Fang Lu has never heard of the dream city, and it is even more impossible for Chen Xiao's dreams to hear.

But this radio program is very abnormal. What kind of program will tell ghost stories in a program that listens to the voice of city listeners...

However, when the host introduced his program, it seemed much normal, not as gloomy as the ghost story just now.

Fang Lu's thoughts were turning in his heart, and he said, "Oh, I understand, host, I know you are very young and have a vibrant feeling. Can I call you Xiao Chen?"

There was a silence for a while and said, "But I heard Mr. Fang's voice and felt that you were very young, but you can call me no matter how you like it. Mr. Fang, do you have anything you want to tell us?"

Fang Lu sighed lightly and said, "This is the thing, I have dreamed recently."

"Oh, then?" Chen Xiao asked.

"In that dream, I am in the darkness, in the darkness..." Fang Lu originally wanted to say that the darkness was very dangerous, but he was afraid that it would be really dangerous to say that, so he changed his words: "I am very lonely in the darkness, and I want to leave the darkness."

"I don't know if there is any voice telling me that if I want to leave the darkness, I can only find a door and push open that door, and I can leave this dark world, but I can't find that door for a while."

"Xiao Chen, can you find that door for me?"

He said this on purpose, maybe he could get some clues about the door from this show.

In the sound of sizzling current, Chen Xiaoshu said: "It seems that Mr. Fang is troubled by this dream, but dreams are dreams. I suggest that Mr. Fang exercise more and pay attention to diet and sleep, so that he may not have such nightmare again."

"Thanks to Mr. Fang for the call..."

"Wait." Fang Lu spoke.

"I wonder if Mr. Fang has anything else to say?" Chen Xiao asked again.

"Don't you analyze the dream for me?" Fang Lu said unwillingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at analyzing dreams." Chen Xiaoshu: "But I know a friend, if Mr. Fang..."

"No need." Fang Lu refused directly. He was afraid that Chen Xiao's 'friend' would come to him immediately, "Maybe I won't have this dream in a while."

"Then thank Mr. Fang for the call again." Chen Xiao said politely again, but his voice always gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

The radio host mainly relies on his own voice to make a living. There are many kinds of voices, including sweet, mellow, elegant, and warm...

But no matter what kind of sound is, at least this sound must attract the audience, not make people feel uncomfortable when listening.

Fang Lu could still hear Chen Xiao's voice, but he did not confirm whether Chen Xiao could hear him talking again, so he remained silent.

"Dreams are good and bad. Our city is called Meimeng City. I hope that the lives of all listeners are like sweet dreams." Chen Xiaoshu: "But life is inevitably setbacks. Even if you have a nightmare like Mr. Fang just now, you don't have to be afraid. Meimeng will eventually return..."

When he heard this briefly, Fang Lu felt that there was no problem, but he still felt something was wrong. He couldn't say what was wrong.

"Okay, next is my time to tell you stories."

Chen Xiao's words made Fang Lu's hair stand on his back, and he couldn't help but say, "Xiao Chen, don't tell stories, everything is easy to discuss."

But I don’t know if it was the reason for the interruption of the call. Chen Xiao didn’t seem to hear what Fang Lu said. He continued: “Mr. Fang mentioned the door, so I will tell you a story about the door.”

The story of the door... Fang Lu's face became subtle. Are the clues coming?

"First of all, I want to tell you, this story does not happen in our dream city, but in a small city called Sancheng, where there is a Hotel No. 4..."

Amid the sizzling current, Chen Xiao's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Can you make a louder sound?"

Fang Lu just thought this way, and a huge buzzing sound came, which made him dizzy, and the light and shadow kept flashing.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

A rough female voice rang in Fang Lu's ears.

Only then did Fang Lu's gaze focus, he was standing in front of a counter.

Outside, the sunset shone in through the narrow glass door, and it was already dusk.

Inside the wooden counter is a middle-aged aunt. She has the bucket waist that middle-aged women often have, and her face is fat and looks a little fierce. "Do you want to stay?"

Fang Lu was slightly silent. He was still wearing combat armor. Can't this middle-aged aunt see it?

He activated the combat armor and the reconnaissance was also turned on. From the thermal imaging, it can be seen that there is heat in the middle-aged aunt's body.

When the middle-aged aunt saw Fang Lu not responding, she muttered, and didn't know what she was saying, so she lowered her head and used a pen to settle accounts on paper. There was no computer at the counter, and she used that kind of electronic calculator to count.

This is a hotel...

Could it be...

Fang Lu turned his head quickly and saw the words sticking out of the glass at the door. It was a bit difficult to look at the inside and out, but as long as you are a little careful, you can see that the one that is attached is Hotel No. 4.

“It’s really Hotel 4.”

"But why did I show up at Hotel 4?"

"It's hard to understand that I'm in the story called Host Chen Xiao?"

Fang Lu felt chilling. If he lived in the story told by the other party, would the other party do whatever he wanted to deal with him?

He walked towards the door and tried to leave Hotel No. 4, but he soon came into contact with the transparent wall, which was the wall of the small world?

"Is this a story or a small world?"

"Maybe, this story is a small world?"

Fang Lu was a little confused, and he discovered something he ignored, and the headphones he was wearing disappeared.

Because he has been wearing combat armor and an armored helmet on his head, he has realized this later.

"Why did the headphones disappear?"

Fang Lu didn't understand either. He felt that this might be related to his entry into this small world. Yes, no matter whether this is a story or not, he would prefer to treat this as a small world.
Chapter completed!