Give Star Iron a little MC shock

How stupid.

He mentally scoffed at the gold dust, but on Sunday, he still wore a gentle smile as he answered its questions.

"No need for the company to worry. It was just a coincidence that an unknown customer fell from a great height and then disappeared."

Is your company not responsible for the anonymous customer's affairs?

He had heard about the feud between Star Train and the Market Development Department. Although the Strategic Investment Department, to which Sand Gold belongs, also had a feud with the Market Development Department, Star Train, which had not been very fond of the company from the beginning because of the Market Development Department, would definitely not let them get involved in this matter.

Therefore, the company has no way of getting involved in this matter concerning the Star Train and the family.

But to his surprise, just as Sunday was thinking this, he noticed that Sand Gold's smile was uncontrollably upturned, as if he had heard some good news.

"Oh? An anonymous visitor died in a dream?"

Although Sand Gold does not know who the unnamed person who fell from the sky is, according to the information revealed on Sunday, it is none other than Mr. Walter or Director Xing He.

No matter which one of them gets into trouble, it will be a great thing for the company!

If it is Director Xing He who is involved in the incident, the company can openly investigate Pinocone by citing the death of a director there.

If it were Mr. Walter who had an accident, he would only need to inform Director Xing He. Given Director Xing He's relationship with the other anonymous guests, he would definitely investigate, and the company could easily enter the scene as an accomplice.

On Sunday, he squinted at Sand Gold sitting opposite him, who was barely able to contain his smile.

"Mr. Sand Gold, what are you laughing at?"

"Excuse me, I've thought of something good. Please continue."

Sunday snorted and continued, "I'm afraid Mr. Sand Gold will be disappointed. There is no death in dreams. That nameless man was just forcibly awakened and then he re-entered the dream."

"is it?"

Sand Gold couldn't help but sigh inwardly. As expected of the Nameless Guest, he wouldn't die so easily.

"Let's get down to business then."

As soon as Sand King Kong finished speaking, the meeting room door was suddenly pushed open, and a member of the Oak family, panting heavily, leaned against the door and shouted at Sunday.

"It's terrible, Master! Golden Hour... Something's happened during Golden Hour!"

Chapter 177 Rain in the Dream World

Seeing his subordinate barge in so recklessly, Sunday immediately gave him a cold look.

The subordinate, who was initially panicked by the major events that occurred during the prime time, trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave after being glanced at by Sunday.

"Home...owner..."

Seeing his frightened appearance on Sunday, and glancing at the curious gaze of Sand Gold beside him, she sighed helplessly in her heart and snorted coldly, "Speak, what major event has happened that made you rush in so frantically to interrupt my conversation with the guest?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate rushed to the conference table and placed several photos taken by the hound members on it.

"Patriarch, look! Three streets in Golden Hour have already turned into this state! And the area is still expanding. At this rate, the entire Golden Hour will be assimilated in less than four system cycles!"

I originally intended to gather all the photos in front of me on Sunday, but seeing Sand Gold peeking around, I thought it over and decided to push a few photos in front of him instead.

"It's just a minor anomaly. I can have my Dream Weavers fix it. Is Mr. Sand Gold really that curious?"

Sand Gold picked up a photo with a smile, glanced at it, and then lost interest.

The photo is quite simple: a very modern street has been half transformed into a grassland resembling a primeval forest, which doesn't offer much help to the company's involvement in Pinocchio's affairs.

But after putting down the photos, Sand King couldn't resist teasing Sunday: "Hey, I personally think this natural style is much more approachable than these ornately decorated streets. Why don't you just leave these lawns as they are, Mr. Sunday?"

On Sunday, however, he retorted nonchalantly, "The guests who stay at the Daydream Hotel are here to enjoy this kind of glamorous dream. How can we not cater to their preferences? These are the masterpieces of the dream architects. Outsiders like Mr. Sand Gold should not interfere, lest they make things worse, right?"

Upon hearing Sunday's double entendre, Sand Gold merely gave a forced laugh, inwardly cursing that the old fox had suddenly grown chicken wings on his head.

Dr. Truth, who was engrossed in studying his notes, couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he listened to the two exchanging barbs.

This noisy environment is indeed not suitable for academic research.

He closed his notebook, reached out and grabbed a photograph, wanting to see what had happened to make these two guys chatter on and on.

When Dr. Truth saw the extremely familiar grass cube in the photo, his eyes widened in surprise.

Familiar, so familiar!

He had only seen this grass block, which was completely different from the surrounding blocks, in one other world!

Twilight Forest!

Could the anomaly during the golden hour have been caused by Mr. Xing He?

While Dr. Truth was surprised, he suddenly thought of something: the grass blocks in the Twilight Forest had existed from the beginning, and he didn't know how they were created or how they were assimilated.

But the golden moment right now is different!

There is definitely a process involved when these grass blocks assimilate to the Golden Hour!

Who knows, I might be able to find out how it was assimilated! This might be the closest I've ever come to the truth!

Thinking of this, Dr. Zhenli immediately put down the photo in his hand, jumped up from his seat, and ran towards the outside of Chaolu Mansion without looking back.

"Excuse me, I have some urgent business to attend to. Please take your time talking!"

"Huh? Professor?"

Dr. Truth's sudden action left Sand Gold and Sunday somewhat bewildered, as Dr. Truth had previously displayed the composure and patience expected of a scholar in front of them.

But after seeing the contents of the photo, that composure seemed to vanish completely from him.

Sand Gold also stood up and apologized to Sunday: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sunday. As the professor's companion, I need to be concerned about his mental and physical health. Could this discussion be postponed for a while?"

Sunday naturally agreed. He was also very concerned about the unusual situation during Golden Hour, and his sister was currently with Xing He during Golden Hour!

The robin must not be harmed!

"Okay, let's talk about it another time then."

"Ah."

Sand Gold hurriedly put on his hat and chased after him, taking several minutes to finally catch up with Dr. Truth, who had already run far away.

"Professor! Why did you suddenly leave halfway through? Could there be a property you own on that street in that photo?"

Seeing Dr. Truth's anxious expression, Sand Gold couldn't help but make a joke.

Doctor Truth merely snorted coldly: "Shut up, gambler! You would never understand what I'm thinking right now. This is the closest I've ever come to [truth]! But you did say one thing right."

"What did you mean?" Sand Gold was a little confused. He had talked to Dr. Truth so many times that he had long forgotten which sentence he was referring to.

A rare smile appeared on Dr. Truth's usually indifferent, poker-faced expression.

"This dream world is truly a wonderful place!"

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At the other end of the golden hour, Xing He and Liu Ying were led by the robin away from the street assimilated by grass blocks for several hundred meters before they stopped.

The robin glanced back, and only breathed a sigh of relief when it confirmed that the strange creature hadn't followed.

"This is so strange. Why did the dream turn out like this? I need to contact my brother... Maybe something's wrong with the dream."

Xing He stood to the side watching Robin take out her phone and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

The dream was indeed malfunctioning, but the cause lay with him.

How exactly does the Creative Mode assimilate the dream world?

Is it because the permissions in Creative Mode are far greater than those in Dreams?

Xing He opened the system interface, intending to try out some commands.

/ weather rain

The moment Xing He entered this string of commands, raindrops began to fall from the sky, soaking the three of them.

Before the call could go through, the robin suddenly felt some liquid dripping onto its arm. Looking up at the sky in confusion, it saw that the night sky, which had previously been clear of stars, had been obscured by rain clouds. Raindrops were falling softly, and thunder could be faintly seen running through the clouds.

"How can this be?!"

The robin seemed to have witnessed something utterly impossible. She dropped her phone on the ground in shock, but made no attempt to bend down and pick it up.

After Xing He finished testing the commands, he saw the robin's ghost-like expression and couldn't help but frown and ask, "Robin, what's wrong with you?"

The robin didn't answer; it just looked up at the rain clouds with a worried expression.

Then, Firefly, who had been quiet all along, spoke up.

She was probably surprised that it was raining.

"What's so shocking about rain?"

"Because in this dream world, it never rains."

Chapter 178 An Unchangeable Fate?

"Won't it rain?"

Xing He was taken aback at first, then his expression turned somewhat strange as he looked at the input field on the system interface.

Meanwhile, the robin was still looking up at the rain clouds, deeply immersed in the strange thing about rain in the dream world. But the next second, the rain clouds dispersed, and the rain stopped too.

Then, snowflakes slowly drifted down, the cold snowflakes landing on the robin's shoulder, only then did she awaken from her reverie with the chill.

"It's...it's snowing?"

Before the robin's brain could react, the snowy day suddenly turned into a bright sunny day, and the warm sunlight immediately dispelled the chill from her body.

"what?"

The robin felt its brain wasn't quite working properly. It rubbed its eyes in disbelief and looked up again. Rolling dark clouds blocked the sunlight once more, and a torrential downpour, even more intense than before, began, accompanied by a clap of thunder.

With a loud bang, a bolt of lightning struck the ground not far from the robin, startling her so much that she quickly took two steps back.

What exactly happened during the golden hour?

The robin stood in front, completely baffled, while the firefly stood beside Xing He, secretly watching him as he stared blankly ahead. The words from the script echoed in her ears once more.

[Awaken the gods from their slumber, for they should not have fallen into slumber.]