I Just Want to Talk to the Original Writer

Outside the warehouse in the outskirts of Jiangbei New Town in the other material world.

It was still raining gloomily. Agents of the Dream Hunting Bureau and official police force from all directions had the old warehouse surrounded.

"Has the rating result come out?"

Zhao Yanqing got out of the car and took a report from another colleague of the Dream Hunting Bureau, looking at the warehouse by the river far away under the raindrops falling from the sky.

The warehouse was shrouded in black mist. Only the outline of the warehouse and the cars in the mist could be seen vaguely.

"The preliminary report shows that it's a Level A nightmare pollution. The radius of the polluted area is about three hundred meters. Seventeen agents have been dragged into that Nightmare Dungeon."

Zhao Yanqing's assistant gave him a report on the nightmare pollution. He took the report and carefully read through it.