please don't believe me

"According to the previous mission arrangement, we may meet again in the mission world.

"If you also think that we can cooperate, maybe next time we can exchange information from the next time, so as to complete what both parties need to achieve as soon as possible.

"In order not to admit mistakes, I suggest setting a symbol to confirm the identities of both parties in the mission world.

"Of course, when some of us lose their memory, or encounter a gambling task again, we can play by ear."

Dai Bowen: "You want me to believe you? But in case you are the only one who gets the 'judgment mission' again, wouldn't you hide it from me?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Next time is my seventh mission, maybe you'll want to know... What experience do I have after I finish it?"

"This guy, speaking so clearly, isn't he afraid of disrupting the system..."

Dai Bowen got up from the bed, raking his bird's nest-like hair.Of course, this is not his own hair, and this is not his own body.He is now called Dominic Bandler, a director of low-budget films, in his thirties, with a slovenly appearance, he can't tell whether he looks more like an artist or a tramp.

Dai Bowen has no cleanliness fetish, but he is definitely not a person who is happy to live in a mess of beer cans, and some documents are still stained with oil and beer.He shook his bedding, bypassed the pile of empty bottles, and went to the bathroom to tidy himself up.

Director Bandler's bathroom is not tidy, but it's well-equipped.Dai Bowen washed his whole body, then put on a bathrobe, found shaving water and a razor in a pile of bottles and jars slipping at the bottom, and began to deal with the messy beard on his chin.

Dai Bowen himself has grown a beard for a while, but he has been supervised by the person in charge of the image, and it will not look messy.Now that the old buddy is gone, let's shave it off.

When the foam was full, Dai Bowen squinted his eyes in front of the mirror, picked up the razor and said in his mind: TOTM system.

[TOTM system responds.Hello, I am your TOTM system number 00X customer service. 】

Open the task panel.

[Main task: panacea

Task time: from now until XX, XX, XX (150 days)

Mission target: Ivan A. Weiss

Mission description: Dear Director Bandele, Ivan A. Weiss is extremely trapped in claustrophobia, please rescue him and experience the beauty of the world again!

Success condition: Ivan A. Weiss' claustrophobia is cured, and the chance of recurrence is less than 20%.

Task Reward: One of the essential elements for the system to break away!Collect all seven and you will be able to leave this system completely and return to the original world!

Task reminder: There are still 150 days before the task deadline.

Additional side tasks: 1. Challenge the limit.Let Ivan A. Weiss stay spontaneously and alone in a space of no more than 8 cubic meters, the brightness of the space should not exceed 30 nits, and the duration should not be less than 10 minutes. --undone】

"'Feel the beauty of the world'?" Dai Bowen sneered, splashing tap water on his face to wash off the foam. "I was dragged into these terrible worlds, but it's ironic to let others feel the 'beauty of the world'."

The system does not have a chat function, he can only talk to himself.

Because he felt that the towels were not clean psychologically, Dai Bowen went straight back to the living room and took a few paper towels to dry his face.While throwing out the trash, he looked around the not-so-tidy living room.There was a newspaper clipping on the coffee table, and Dai Bowen flipped through it, only to see some content that seemed to be related to film and television.But these reports are basically a year ago, and it seems that Director Bandele has not found much work recently.

From this point of view, those printed papers in the room just now...could be scripts?

Dai Bowen didn't intend to take care of these shitty things, he didn't come to get the Olympic card, he just had to focus on his own tasks.He shook his wet hair, gave up looking for a hair dryer, and walked back to the room.After tossing the body, it's time to toss the clothes.

There is something polarizing about the director's wardrobe.The right side hangs crookedly, and it looks like an unwashed coat is tossing around; on the left side, there are several sets of formal and casual suits covered with dustproof covers, which seem to be prepared for some important moments.

Dai Bowen took off a black casual suit, found another light blue shirt that seemed to be considered clean, and began to deal with his personal image in front of the full-length mirror.

His mind didn't stop either.

In previous missions, the target person was known to the original owner. After Dai Bowen came, he could just look it up from his memory.However, this time it seemed to be different. He searched through Director Bandler's memory, but couldn't find even a single impression of "Ivan A. Weiss".You must know that this director, as a member of the film and television industry, still has a wide understanding of "celebrities".He doesn't even know him, so he shouldn't be someone who is known to the general public.

But the director knows a very similar name.

Stuart A. Weiss...a boss whose business is security.

Speaking of him, almost everyone in the area knows him.It's not because of how large his business is or what famous business he has done, but because he is the current head of the Weiss family, and the Weiss family is a well-known black family in the local area.

The rise of the Weiss family can be traced back several generations, even to the time of the last world war.But the real awareness of its hugeness still has to start with the grandparents who are currently in charge.Forming cliques, smuggling arms, and violently suppressing other gangs, some older generations in the local area can still recall the scene of members of the Weiss family being so arrogant that they fought on the street during the day.

Although the Weiss family seems to have been washed clean now, and members rarely come forward to cause trouble, its prestigious reputation still exists in the hearts of the local people.

Director Bandele only moved to this town three years ago. With his curiosity, he has already learned a lot about the current head of the Weiss family (gossip).

The other party may also be in his 30s?Maybe Ivan is his son...

Dai Bowen looked at the figure in the mirror, raked back his slightly long hair, squinted his eyes for a while, and messed it up a little more casually.

Uninhibited and slightly gloomy, this is the director Bandele faithfully reflected in the mirror.Dai Bowen slightly adjusted his standing posture and the way he looked at things, which immediately made the character show incomparable confidence.

Like being able to handle anything with ease.

In the afternoon, a billiard hall.

"You mean, about the Weiss family?" A man in a blue jacket held a cue, walked around behind the white cue ball, squinted his eyes and looked at the ball, "Why, you want to use them as a subject?"

Dai Bowen hugged his cue, leaned against the wall next to him, and said "huh" noncommittally.

"God, tell me you're joking." The man took a moment to glance at Dai Bowen from the gap between leaning over and aiming. "Are you playing movies or playing with your life, Don?"

"Don" is the abbreviation of "Dominique", which shows that this man has a close relationship with Director Bandele.

"Oh...fuck!" The cue ball hit the No. [-] pink ball, but the pink ball went slightly off course, bounced back and forth in the middle pocket, and left slowly.

Dai Bowen stepped forward with the cue in hand, ignored his friends who were still standing at the table, glanced at it, then bent down, and hit the pink ball into the bottom pocket with one shot.

"I just want to know more, but I didn't say what to do." Dai Bowen stood up, changed to the opposite direction, and put the No. [-] green ball into the middle pocket, "You know, any story with a bit of mystery, yes They're all attractive to me."

The man in the jacket took two steps back and sat on the chair: "You've been here for three years, don't you know everything you can understand?"

"Really?" After a slight "click", the No. [-] rice dumpling fell into the upper bottom pocket, "But I don't think I know enough, so I came to you."

Dai Bowen straightened up, asked Choke to wipe his club, and glanced at his friend sitting beside him: "Isn't it, the guy known as 'know-it-all'?"

"I knew that nothing good would happen if you came to me..." The man in the jacket muttered, only to hear another "click", and the No. [-] black ball fell into the pocket.

"Tsk..." The man in the jacket stood up and walked to the table, "I said, when did you become so powerful?"

"Actually, I'm more used to playing snooker." Dai Bowen said as he bent down, looked at the ball, flicked his wrist, and the No. [-] ball was knocked straight into the bottom pocket.

"Snooker?" The man in the jacket took out the billiard ball closest to him and put it back on the table. "It sounds like you still have the confidence to play 147 points?"

Dai Bowen also put the ball up and glanced at him: "Why, do you want to try?"

"Farewell, if I knew I would lose so badly, why don't I ask you to play this game." The man in the jacket went to the diagonal and said while taking the ball, "You're improving so fast, so you can teach me?"

In fact, Dai Bowen has already seen that when the man in the jacket hits the ball, the upper arm on the side holding the club shakes a lot, causing the upper body to shake at the moment of hitting the ball, which in turn deviates from the actual ball path.However, he didn't intend to say it so easily.

"I can teach you." Dai Bowen has taken all the billiard balls from one side, "but you have to tell me about 'Ivan A. Weiss'."

The man in the jacket paused when he was swinging the ball, raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Why, even you heard the news?"

Dai Bowen was touching a cigarette: "What news?"

The man in the jacket had already assembled the diamond-shaped ball formation: "It's because he's sick."

"I don't know the exact news, please explain in detail." Dai Bowen took a puff of smoke, with his action of holding the club and the director's unruly image, he looked deep and sexy, "...you tee off, I'll help you watch look."

The man in the jacket nodded.

"It is said that he has some kind of 'claustrophobia', which seems to be quite serious, and the doctors he found couldn't see it well." The man in the jacket stood in front of the cue ball and leaned down. "His brother openly seeks medical treatment in a small area. , I have a little contact with those members who run errands, and they ask me to pay more attention."

What about a small area, it's basically the rhythm of "public rewards".Dai Bowen smiled, and asked again: "His brother?"

The cue ball rushing vigorously smashed the ball formation, and the colorful billiard balls scattered in all directions.

"Uh-huh...it's their current head of family—Stuart A. Weiss."