Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1597: Story on paper

At first, she thought it was Wu Yiliu who followed the broadcast.

Qiao Yuansi sat on the edge of the chair, holding his breath and listening for a while; the door was open a crack, and the footsteps in the corridor outside could be heard clearly. The sound of the heels hitting the floor was loud and round, like the sound of a pair of medium-heeled women's shoes - not Ichiliu.

It must be an evolver.

Qiao Yuanji sighed silently. She was very tired, so she leaned down on the back of the chair, causing it to creak, and the footsteps outside suddenly stopped. She simply rested her head on the back of the chair, relaxed her shoulders, closed her eyes and shouted: "Are you looking for me? Here."

...Soon, the door was pushed open.

Qiao Yuansi waited for a few seconds without anyone speaking before opening his eyes.

There was a young girl standing at the door. She looked so young that she felt in a trance. Sometimes, if she didn't look in the mirror, she would feel like this full and fresh self in her heart; only when she walked past the window, the reflection on the glass that she occasionally caught a glimpse of would startle her, as if she had just discovered that she had been stolen. The whole period of my life, I suddenly became old.

She was still sitting on the chair and said, "Is it Myron?"

The girl tilted her head, looking a little surprised, but did not deny it.

"That kid Wu Yiliu described you to me. We were locked in an iron prison for a whole day, and we had plenty of time to talk." Qiao Yuansi smiled slightly and said, "I am old and have experienced such a nervous experience. After a few days, I’m too tired now. If you don’t mind, no matter what you plan to do to me next, just let me sit.”

Mai Long seemed not to have expected her reaction to be so bland. He bit his plump lips and thought for a moment before asking, "Did Wu Yiliu suspect me a long time ago?"

"That's not true, he quite likes you." Qiao Yuansi said, thinking of the child.

He was smart and honest enough, but she was worried about him. She always felt that there seemed to be a huge tragedy or disaster hidden somewhere in Uichi Liu's future life, and its root was probably rooted in Uichi Liu himself. How many people in the world can, after judging the situation and making up their minds, risk their lives without hesitation and single-handedly push the world they were born and raised into into doom?

As rare as this trait is, it is as dangerous as it is—especially for Yachiyanagi himself.

Mailong coughed, a little embarrassed.

"I am not a ruthless person," she said. "I have arranged a plan, and I can't let you destroy it right away. I won't hurt you, but I will inevitably wrong you for a while."

Now it was Qiao Yuanji's turn to be a little surprised.

In those days thirty-six years ago, she had heard many doomsday stories. No matter what the content was, it always had a cruel undertone; so she always felt that as long as she was discovered by the evolvers, , would have been killed immediately - now not only had she saved a life, but Myron was even a bit polite when talking to her; when she walked out of the door at Myron's signal, she couldn't believe it.

"I just don't quite understand how you know his name." When walking into the empty hall, Qiao Yuansi spoke - she found that her voice was a little hoarse when she said this. "Most people may not believe my story."

Listening to her own voice, she sighed inwardly: Thirty-six years later, since the world was reset, this was the first time she was as nervous and uneasy as a little girl, even though she was an old lady.

"I am relatively insecure." Mailon said softly, "In the society of evolved people, the things that can best guarantee your sense of security are force and special items. Just like ordinary humans It’s the same in society. If you have power and money, you will definitely not feel insecure. The same principle applies. The gap between rich and poor in your world is the same as the gap in the possession of special items among evolved people. So I Maybe everyone is very persistent in collecting special items.

"Among my items, there is a very interesting little thing called [randomly appearing related words]. When a person is explaining something, it can associate it with that person's mind, but there is no Randomly pick out a few short vocabulary sentences and show them to me. It sounds useful, but in fact, even if you know some things, you don’t know what they mean. For example, when I was talking in Yaichi Liu, I received several Incomprehensible related words and short sentences, 'tea cup', 'logic', 'window glass is too clean'...with one exception."

She paused and said: "When I heard "Sakura Water Coast", I guessed whose name it was in that story."

Qiao Yuansi always felt that his life was like a long dream, but now it was confirmed that it was definitely a long dream. Otherwise, why would just three words uttered from someone else's mouth wash away all the colors of the world around them? In the whiteness of her mind, she stood in a daze, not knowing when she stopped.

In the past thirty-six years, Qiao Yuansi has always had some vague fear in his heart. She is the only person in the world who has seen Yingsuigan and knows about the existence of Yingshuigan; it is possible that everything was a dream of hers, a fantasy in her youth, a story that even she believed - now After hearing that name from Mailon's mouth, she felt as if Ying Shui'an's existence had been confirmed, and she had a slight sense of reality.

Although she also understood that, in essence, Mailon, like Wu Yiliu, was just repeating a name that flowed out from her.

She waited for a few seconds before taking another step.

The fake copy situation may be quite urgent now, but Mailon is quite gentle to her, and he doesn’t push her or do anything. After thinking about it, Qiao Yuansi doesn’t know how he, an ordinary person, deserves her favor. .

"Are you so polite to all ordinary people?" Qiao Yuansi asked in a calm tone.

"Ah," Myron looked a little embarrassed, "No...of course not."

She lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to say the next words.

"Maybe...maybe I am a romantic at heart. After hearing your story, I kept it in my mind and couldn't forget it for several days. Later I couldn't help but ask about it. People."

Qiao Yuansi froze.

"Then you..."

Myron looked back at her.

"No, I didn't find out anything."

This is natural, right? There are thousands of people in the apocalyptic world, and you have to find just one person——

"Although the doomsday world is endless, from the description, he is a very powerful and unforgettable person. He should at least have traces in the twelve realms." Mailon said in a low voice.

Yes - he clearly told himself that he had been to the Twelve Realms and was considered a frequent visitor.

Qiao Yuansi stood blankly, feeling that he was undergoing a trial for which he did not even know the charges.

"However, my information channels all said that they have never heard of this person. In the past ten years, it seems that he has not even been to the Twelve Realms once." Mailon seemed to want to smile, but his expression failed. He looked more serious. "Maybe I haven't asked enough...but I'm not going to ask any more."

By this time, the two of them had reached the open door. Qiao Yuansi watched Mailon go out and looked at the stone tiles and green trees outside. He felt that he was about to follow him out, but suddenly in the next second, he stopped abruptly and said, "I don't want to." Gone."

Myron turned his head, not surprised.

"Thank you, but I'm not leaving." Qiao Yuansi whispered, "I don't want to go anywhere now, I just want to stay here."

Myron nodded slowly.

A small cry suddenly sounded from somewhere on Myron's body, and she slapped something on her ear - it seemed to be for communication. The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to be under great pressure, and his raised voice sounded faintly through the small communicator for a while. Mailong responded with a few words, but Qiao Yuansi didn't hear a word of what he said. Only when Mailong hung up the phone, looked at her and asked, "Should I not tell you?" did she hear it? .

She seemed to suddenly wake up, smiled softly, and said: "No, it shouldn't be. To me, there is really... no difference."

She is seventy years old and he has never seen her.

There is really no difference.

However, Qiao Yuansi thought, it would be great if he could continue to live well somewhere at this time.

Myron came closer and looked at her carefully.

"There has been a big change in the dungeon center. I must leave now without any further delay." She said, "Either you leave with me, or——"

Qiao Yuansi had already shaken his head several times.

Myron probably expected this reaction and emphasized: "You know, I can't let you go like this. I don't know what will happen next."

Qiao Yuansi smiled at her.

She was forcing Myron, and she knew it; the other party had no intention of harming her, but as an evolver, Myron must be familiar with this matter and would not resist it. Now Myron has no time to continue to struggle. There is always only one way to solve the problem the fastest.

Unexpectedly, Mailon sighed and took out a small box from somewhere. Qiao Yuansi took a closer look and found that it was a small matchbox - she had not seen such a traditional matchbox for many years.

"Listen, I know this is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but I don't have time, I will only say it once. In the end, it is your decision whether to use it or not." Mailon raised the matchbox, He said in an accentuated tone. "The name of this thing is called [Story Falling on Paper]."

[Story falling on paper]

If you could live in another story at the cost of giving up your own life, would you be willing? You can tell a story of your own ~IndoMTL.com~ or you can choose a story of others. You can live in it according to the plot as long as the time span of the story is. When the story ends, you no longer exist in this world, but the end of your life is a story chosen by you.

How to use: Use a match to light a person on fire. The person involved will burn like a paper figure and will not feel pain; the process of being slowly burned into paper ashes is also the time when the person involved tells the story from beginning to end in his heart.

How it works: Just like burning paper money, the paper money and paper figures that are burned to ashes will be "transferred" to another time and space - but one is the underworld and the other is a story.

Note: If the story you choose has already been written on paper, for example, if the person chooses one of Grimm's fairy tales, it can be transferred immediately and the fairy tale can be lived out immediately.

If the story chosen by the person concerned has not been written down on paper, then a book will appear somewhere in the world to record it. The next procedure is the same.

...Qiao Yuanji understood.

When her story was written down, it was also the time when she and Sakuramizugan saw each other again.