336, It's All Tricks (Vote with Monthly Tickets)

"Tom, although I can understand why your dream is so weird, I have to interrupt you, I need to wake you up from this dream."

"Ah? What do you mean, are you saying I'm dreaming right now?"

"Yes..."

"Impossible, if this is a dream, why can I have a conversation, and why does everything here feel so real?"

"That's because your dream has been mixed with something else."

"What else?"

"Freddy..."

"Really? How come I don't believe it?"

"I will make you believe!"

"Fuck! What are you doing pointing a gun at me for, I believe you, okay!"

...

Within this hotel blended with the Red Light District.

It suddenly became extremely quiet.

The neon lights froze, the frantic music also quieted down, and everyone, whether it was the dancing girls on the dance floor or the men getting drunk, all seemed to hit the pause button.

Du Wei pointed a flintlock gun at Tom's head, his presence turning colder and more sinister.