Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2419: Tide of memory

See you again?

Who?

"You said...it was not my decision to forget that person."

Lin Sanjiu wiped her face, looking at her wet fingers, she couldn't help but feel surprised.

Why?

"I was not harmed, like Lu Ze was... right? Otherwise, that friend would have come to me, and others would have told me... So, it was his decision? How did you do it? For what reason? Is he at the Karma Museum? Do you want to bring him here?"

Nu Wa remained silent and let her questions flow away in the night.

When Lin Sanjiu's voice gradually became lower and she finally stopped talking, she slowly opened her mouth.

"I don't care what kind of entanglement history there is between you and your friends. Naturally, I will not search for him all over the universe for you, or capture that person and let you confront him for questioning. , talk to each other heart-to-heart... This is meaningless to me."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

That’s right. For Nuwa, who has long since abandoned her identity as a human being, it would probably be strange if she suddenly began to enthusiastically win over her old friends and repair her memory. Even if she begged Nuwa so much, the other party might not be able to do much. Wink.

"Then when you said 'meeting' just now, you meant..."

"I said 'meeting' that person once, not 'meeting'." Nuwa corrected. "The reason why I offered to help is because your Ark form is too special. Even if you know what you have forgotten after I remind you, it is still difficult to use the Ark to save someone who has forgotten it. I am very curious, what will you do? Come up with some way to save me."

[Flat World] The qualitative change process has not yet been completed. Nuwa, like Lin Sanjiu, still does not know the specific situation of the "Ark" after it is finally formed.

But judging from the vague outlines she knew, she knew that Nuwa was right - the shape of the Ark was indeed too special, and it would not be easy to use it to save relatives and friends who had been engraved in their hearts. thing.

However, no matter what she thinks of after the Ark is completed, the first step is indispensable, which is to meet that person first.

"Then, then... what is the difference between 'meeting' and 'meeting once'?"

"It's very simple." Nuwa raised a hand and lightly touched Lin Sanjiu's forehead with her fingertips. "Human consciousness is a bridge connecting the present and the past, so you can enter the dreams of your relatives and friends in the past two days through consciousness. I have already done the same thing once, and pushing you into someone else's dream again is just a waste of time. It takes a little effort."

"So...am I also going to enter a dream he had in the past two days?" Lin Sanjiu swallowed and became nervous unconsciously.

"There is no difference, because that person has been sleeping. The dream two days ago and the dream now are just the same long dream. The matter of the righteous man is over, and this time, I don’t need to design a dream form, what you enter will be his own naturally occurring dream, very simple."

Lin Sanjiu felt that she should ask something else, but she didn't know what to say. Her breathing and fingers... were all trembling.

Nuwa asked: "Are you ready?"

It seemed as if the world suddenly sank as soon as that "yes" was heard.

It was obviously night on the grass; but compared to where Lin Sanjiu was standing at the moment, the sky above the grass was almost day.

She entered someone else's dream, but she also seemed to have fallen into a long, drowsy dream, immersed in the deep, dark bottom of the lake, with fragments of light, shadow and memory rippling in the dim water.

Some of the fragments looked familiar to her and felt like she had been to that place before. Some of them she didn't recognize, and some she didn't dare to look at.

...Dreams are really strange, the influence of reality can also seep into dreams; just like water flowing in from another river, the temperature and color will always be different.

For example, sometimes people walk barefoot on the ground in dreams, perhaps because their feet are cold because they kicked off the quilt. Lin Sanjiu hasn't seen the owner of the dream yet, but she can vaguely feel it through him. , the curtains of the bed next to him were drooped and the quilt was messy. One shoulder was already sore from not changing his posture for too long.

The shoulder was so thin that it was almost bony, and it was stuck hard into the dream.

Lin Sanjiu stood at a loss for a while, feeling that it was funny that she had made a mistake. She did not ask who the owner of this dream was before entering the dream.

I don’t dare to ask.

Just standing in the dream, she felt like she was about to break.

"...Lin Sanjiu?"

She never thought that a strange, low and sinister voice, three distant and cold words that seemed uncertain, almost made her scream - as if she was a victim who had lost her footing and fallen into the abyss of the mountain. , when she was suffering to the edge of her life, she finally heard someone calling her from the cliff, and finally someone came to find her.

But she is obviously the one who has forgotten everything and should not have emotions.

It's me, Lin Sanjiu, standing in the dark water, trying to scream, but no sound can come out. It's me, I'm here——

But she felt trapped. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move or scream.

"Don't... don't come over."

The sound was like gray mist, cool and light, and seemed to disperse at the touch of a touch.

Lin Sanjiu paused.

She couldn't make a sound or move because... was it because the owner of the dream refused to let her get closer? Did he realize that someone had invaded his dream?

"It's really... going crazy."

The voice seemed to be enduring something. It was very painful, and it almost said intermittently: "I should also eat one of those **** things..."

What is "ghost"? Why don't you let me pass?

This sentence kept echoing in her thoughts, and she didn’t know if the owner of the dream heard it.

Lin Sanjiu said silently, who are you?

I don’t know if it was her imagination, but as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had always resisted and refused to let Lin Sanjiu come closer, after all, she She was standing in his dream; his emotions and state were the dark currents that trapped her.

Lin Sanjiu said silently, who are you?

I don’t know if it was her imagination, but as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had always resisted and refused to let Lin Sanjiu come closer, after all, she She was standing in his dream; his emotions and state were the dark currents that trapped her.

It’s not surprising that you will notice changes in your dreams.

Lin Sanjiu took a tentative step forward.

Suddenly, she stepped onto a light gray stone floor.

It spread out endlessly, and she could clearly see the fine cracks on the slate tiles under her feet, but she couldn't see where it extended; she only knew that this place seemed to be a square - she seemed to have been here.

When did you come here? What is this place?

In the place where the gray sky and earth meet, in the time when the wind is sinking and silent, there is a figure in black sitting. His body was half-hunched, as if he was waiting for his curled spine to turn into blades, cutting through his skin and coat, and plunging into the wind of the world.

His head was half lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly; his legs, wrapped in black leather, were long and soft on the ground, like a... like a puppet that had lost its strings.

If Lin Sanjiu had not been in a dream, he would probably have been shaking violently.

She suddenly remembered that just after defeating Oasis, the great witch had raised her eyelids and asked her: "Where is the puppet master?"

That—the mad dog that everyone in the Twelve Worlds avoids? A crazed murderer?

Is it... the person she forgot?

Lin Sanjiu wanted to take a few steps forward, but as soon as she took a step, she heard the man in the distance say in a low voice: "I told you, don't come over."

For the first time, she realized that she was in someone else's dream and that everything was out of her control. He said don't come over, but she couldn't walk over as expected.

You can't see his face clearly, but you can see a long, dull light shining on the dark leather on his legs. Wet black hair, a long silver earring on the earlobe, swaying slightly in the heavy gray wind.

That was a new earring he had just put on not long ago. At that time, she thought it was very beautiful.

Lin Sanjiu slowly squatted down to the ground, his knees landing on the ground. Water droplets hit the slate tiles, staining the ground one by one.

The lost memories evoked by the earrings hit her like a tsunami, making her stagger and unable to control herself; when the turbulent tide receded, her hands were still empty. The tsunami was just an illusion and contained nothing. Leave.

"This is the first time...this is the first time I heard you ask me in my dream, who am I."

He didn't raise his head or look at her. It seemed that even in his dream, he hoped to fall asleep, and even spoke as if he was talking in his sleep. "It's really keeping pace with the times."

After listening to Lin Sanjiu's silent scream for a while, he laughed softly.

"What? In the dream, that candy has no effect? ​​Yes, I am a puppet master... don't call me that over and over again. I heard... my whole body hurts."

He paused for a moment and raised his head toward the gray sky.

"It's really ridiculous."

He lowered his head again, picked up a heavy hand that seemed to be soaked in water, and fell down again before he could cover his eyes. "There are as many people as you want in the Twelve Realms who want to kill me and then hurry up. I slept motionless in this place for several days, but no one came except you."

Wait, where are you?

As if he didn't hear anything, the strange man slowly gathered his scattered limbs and stood up slowly.

"I can't end this joke by myself. I'm waiting for death in my sleep, but I can't wait. Instead, you just come again and again. I'm so annoyed that I want to kill you...or if I don't fall asleep, you won't It's coming.

"If you don't fall asleep, you won't come.

"...I can't give up, I can't face it, and I can't stop looking at it."

He stood at the intersection, surrounded by a square paved with slate bricks. Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered that this was Luoshi City.

It was the stone road where she sat in a daze after killing Gong Daoyi.

He paused and finally turned around, making eye contact with Lin Sanjiu for the first time. The two looked at each other from a distance; after a few seconds, he turned and left.

The sharp breath of cold air caused Lin Sanjiu to open her eyes suddenly. For a moment, she almost thought that she was being choked by someone again, but then she realized that it was her who was crying in her dream. It was so severe that my nose was completely blocked ~IndoMTL.com~ and I couldn’t breathe at all.

She took a deep breath and climbed up from the grass. Nuwa was still sitting in the distance, looking at her motionless.

The misty moon cast a ray of cool light on Nuwa's body.

"What a time to wake up," she whispered.

"That person...that person is him?" When Lin Sanjiu spoke, she was still breathing unevenly. "I know who he is...but how can I bring him back with the Ark? I don't remember anything! I don't know where he is. If he dies-"

"You are the owner of the Ark," Nuwa interrupted her. "Of course only you can decide who to save and how to save them, and it should only be your decision."

Lin Sanjiu raised her head in confusion, remembering what she said just now. "You said 'it's the right time'..."

"The qualitative change in your [Flat World] is about to be completed." Nuwa said quietly. "If you want to think about how to bring back the forgotten people, you might as well wait until you see the new form of [Flat World]."

Countdown to energy delivery—01:24

As the ending approaches, the pressure is really, really high.

This ending is the result of a long period of deliberation and deliberation after I gave up several ideas. I quite like it. However, after so many years of writing, I know very well that I cannot satisfy everyone. (Not to mention satisfied, I can’t even make sure everyone sees what I wrote)

But I still hope to satisfy most people and give you a qualified account of your time with the doomsday. So, the pressure is really great...so much so that when I wake up in the middle of my sleep, my palms are sweating.

Sometimes I really feel that one has to risk one's life to write articles, even Internet articles. It's really unfair. Isn't it said that the threshold for Internet articles is low...

(End of this chapter)

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