Two identical names might have been a coincidence in another Dreamscape, or lazy planning, but not here.
My Unemployment Life had an extremely well-developed story structure. Although its multiplayer mode had been introduced rather hastily and many functions still needed improvement, there was nothing to criticize in how the plot connected here.
If his guess was right, the records in the archives and the prison referred to the same person. There might be something useful inside.
After voicing his guess, Yuan Jie replied, [Possibly, but what good would that do?]
Wild Greens said, [We still don't know what it's useful for, but it's at least a solid lead. How about we restart and search for clues?]
Light Feather said, [Sure, let's keep going!]
After restarting the Dreamscape, Mohist once again chose to enter as a reporter.
A reporter's opening was remarkably easy.
A disabled person woke up without limbs, while a prisoner appeared as roast duck. Compared to them, the reporter's opening was practically perfect.
There was barely any jostling in the luxurious carriage. The soft bedding was as intoxicating as clouds. Outside the window lay a world blanketed in snow, while a stove burned inside the carriage, making it feel almost too warm.
Though he had experienced it many times already, Mohist still sighed at how low the reporter's difficulty really was.
He crawled out of bed and got dressed just as the announcement that the train had arrived sounded.
The moment he stepped out of the carriage, he spotted the person waiting for him at the station: Zhong Xiaozheng.
The other man was an Inspectorate agent dispatched here by Longevity Prefecture. He had become a Ghost Cultivator at a very young age, and his current age was unknown.
His temperament was somewhat difficult to pin down, and discussions