In the United States As a Local Tyrant

Chapter 1: Strange Dreams and making the ...



When James Feng woke up this morning, he intuitively felt something extra in his mind.

In the back of his conscious, there was a voice urging him to do something...

Rubbing his eyes, he saw a drool stain where he was lying just now, his face blushed, and he looked around.

Fortunately, his colleagues were all concentrating on work or dozing off lazily, He cleaned and folded the paper with a guilty conscience and threw it into the wastebasket.

At this time, the manager's secretary came toward him and said blankly: " Feng, Manager Li asked you to go to his office in five minutes."

"Okay." James Feng nodded.

Before he had time to reflect on the weird moment just now, James Feng piled up the messed-up documents, then got up and walked toward Manager Li's office.

Knocking on the door and entering, the sterned face manager said, "You know that the company's recent economic situation is a little bit troubling. The superiors gave me ten layoff indicators and ordered me dismissed some employees who can't perform effectively." Manager Li glanced at James Feng.

 "Sorry, you are one of them."

James Feng was taken aback, then nodded slowly.

Manager Li's tone was lukewarm: "Considering your tenure in the company, I have decided to pay you an additional three months' salary as compensation."

"Oh."

"Any question?"

"No." James Feng left the office.

Going back to pack things silently, a little sad.

He gave his three years to this company, thinking how can they be so ruthless.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing." He comforted himself, maybe he really wasn't suitable for this job, working from nine to five like a numb machine, wanting to invest in the job but always lacking motivation moreover with the frequent strange dream lately.

Thanking and saying goodbye to colleagues one by one politely, after a while he packed the things.

Zhang Li, a colleague who was usually chatty, came over, but she didn't have the usual mood of quarrel or to compete with him. Seeing this, James Feng took the lead in joking: "Aren't you going to celebrate now, it can be a while when we can compete or quarrel?"

Zhang Li curled her lips and said, "Nah... I am not in the mood, so any plans what you will do now?"

James Feng shrugged: "Don't know, lets see what happens".

Zhang Li said: "If you can't find any job, I can introduce it to you to someone."

"Thank you." James Feng smiled.

After he left, gossip-loving female colleagues gathered around Zhang Li, and someone said: "Our sister Li is in spring, are you making you move now?"

"What nonsense!" Zhang Li scolded with a smile.

"Then why do you care about him all of a sudden?" the little girls held on.

Zhang Li thought for a while, and enthusiastically said: "You little girls don't understand, now suddenly there is no opponent to quarrel, invincibility is also a kind of lonely."

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On the bus going home, there were not many passengers at this time, and they were all old men and women, rushing to get on the bus in front of them, and then urged the young people to make way for them.

James Feng sat in the last row, listening to the noise in the bus, and looked out the window boredly. When he calmed down, he recalled the sensation which he got from this morning.

Thinking of that sensation that wasn't the only weird thing happening in his life, he was also thinking about his dream, a weird dream.

Since he was in college, he has been infested by the same strange dream repeatedly, sometimes every few months, sometimes several weeks, and sometimes several days in a row.

He went to doctor, took medicine and it happened so many times that he can even recite the diagnostic terminology, but the dream never stooped.

The weirdest thing is that he can't understand the content of the strange dream, just like a bunch of garbled characters on the computer, he can't understand or read it.

Fortunately, the strange dream does not affect his normal life, and he was used to it over time. But not recently. When he woke up today, he understood the meaning of the garbled characters.

In the dream, there was a voice that was constantly replaying like a broadcast, he was asked to activate the locator at least one of the two critical points in time to receive some mysterious information.

The first time point was two years ago but he missed it. The second critical point is still more than a month away from now.

Recalling everything which he remembered clearly, James Feng was taken aback, a locator?

The theory and steps of making a locator are all available, as if he had experienced it personally, if he has the materials, he can do it with his eyes closed.

But who would believe it? This was clearly a sign of madness!

He was going to just treat is as his mental illness, but the frequency of strange dreams increased. Whenever he closed his eyes, lay on the bed, and fell asleep, the information flooded in like a tide, circling around his ears like an annoying fly, lingering. Every time he woke up, he sweats profusely, and face becomes pales.

After five days in a row, he was succumbing to maybe depression, that's why his performance in work was worse than ever.

He decided.

He was going to make that locator; he rationalized that if it was going to mess up his life why not try it.

The materials needed to make a locator were common and could be bought on the market, and the principle was not complicated.

It just takes a specific time to locate and accept an instrument with a specific frequency. He began to be busy day and night.

According to the guidance of memory, it was not that difficult, but he thought it was only to him.

After going on like this for a month, He was done.

The machine he created after a month of crazy ringing in his head, he finished building the machine which was the size of a microwave oven. The poor workmanship caused the wires to extend randomly from the machine.

The dazzling wires lines were tangled and intertwined with each other. The other end of the colourful wires was tied with tape and inserted into a In the large socket.

James Feng held a control button in his hand and stared at the time displayed on the computer screen. There were three minutes left before the second critical point.

The locator looked like a piece of junk from a dump, does it really work? uncertainty gnawed him.

The time counted down to the last second, and he resolutely pressed the button.

He held his breath, suddenly there was a crackling sound, and a burst of electric sparks wildly on the locator.

In less than a second, all the lights were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness. A pungent burning smell came out, he couldn't help coughing a few times and hurried to open the window to breathe.

It was also pitch black outside the window. James Feng underestimated the destructive power of this thing, and there was a lot of commotion, the residents of the entire building suffered with light out. Just as he was about to stick his head out to breathe, he heard the continuous ups and downs of cursing, closed the window hastily, and retreated to the table.

"It looks like a failure." Smelling the burning smell in the room, James Feng wanted to laugh, it was clearly the result of hallucination, what was he thinking, that he received some unknown power like those novels.

Bu thinking of his entire month of effort, he was still unwilling, looking at the machine he decided to check his "masterpiece". Fumbling a little bit with the flashlight, several wires were burned, and the smell was very pungent, but the main body was not damaged.

 As for the interior... he thought about and reached in, and felt... an emp- .

He could swear to God, this place has always been empty.

But now, he touched something.


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