Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2407: Ways to Ask Eleven People

What's the meaning?

Everyone is trapped in various areas of ability, how can they ask?

It was never about bringing people out—even though he knew it was impossible, Lin Sanjiu was still so excited by luck and expectation that her blood boiled for a moment.

When people are in an unbearable desperate situation, their desire for relief is so strong that no matter how tenacious their will is, they can't help but reach out to grab a bubble like a life raft.

No, no, even if Nuwa is willing to rescue them temporarily, Batou De has now become an "identity" and is standing next to Fu Xilao; how can I ask him?

Countless questions were surging up and down, but before Lin Sanjiu could speak, Nuwa's next words froze her chaotic thoughts.

"There is only one, Ji Shanqing. I think there is no need to ask."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Ah...yes," she quickly ran through the number of people in her mind and realized that if she included Ji Shanqing, there would be a total of twelve people. "Why don't you ask him?"

"The person I want to ask is a 'person'. The form of existence can be different, but the core must be a 'person', who can think what people think and care about what people care about." The smile on Nuwa's face did not move. , asked in reply: "Do you think the question I am about to raise has any meaning to Ji Shanqing?"

Lin Sanjiu had never thought about whether the dilemmas and problems she faced—no, people faced—had the same meaning for Ji Shanqing.

It seems that... it won't happen.

She recalled that she, Yu Yuan, and Ji Shanqing accidentally broke into Ah Quan's copy of the memoirs and were attached to the owner of the memoirs, living in the most important memory of their lives; at that time, as a data body, Yu Yuan, whose emotions were cut off, shed tears expressionlessly for seventeen seconds after Xie Feng's memory ended.

Ji Shanqing, however, just looked at everything around him from a distance, as if he had been enduring a hint of impatience from beginning to end.

She didn't even know what kind of memories Ji Shanqing had experienced. The joys and sorrows of others are subtle and obscure, but to him, they are like a boring movie that makes people think, "Why doesn't it end soon?"

…The world makes sense because it holds the sister.

Lin Sanjiu didn't know what went wrong along the way, and what happened to turn the gift bag that seemed more human than a human into Ji Shan, who was now inhuman at the core. green.

"How does it feel to know that the person you love is not human?" Nuwa asked softly.

"I... don't feel anything." Lin Sanjiu murmured, still feeling a little confused. "It doesn't feel like a big deal. No matter what he looks like...it doesn't matter. It's okay not to ask him."

Ji Shanqing is incomplete, deflected, and has an unstable center of gravity; it doesn't matter.

She will keep holding him and looking for him. As long as he can be saved and he can be happy, she will be happy; the reason why the world is meaningful is because children like Ji Shanqing can also find themselves in this world.

Nuwa made a low sound from her nose, which brought Lin Sanjiu back to her senses.

"Very good." Nuwa said with a smile, "Actually, even if you want to ask him, it's impossible. Because he hasn't really slept in the past forty-eight hours... Do you want to know how I can ask questions?"

Lin Sanjiu raised her head blankly.

"Everyone is in a life-and-death crisis. They are unable to answer at this moment."

Nuwa gently raised her hand, motioning Lin Sanjiu to take a few steps closer, and said, "Even I can't reverse time and go back to the past. However, human consciousness is a very interesting thing... it can travel through time. Stability and eternity are like a bridge connecting the past and the future.”

Lin Sanjiu was wary of her, but he still walked over step by step. At Nuwa's signal, he slowly squatted down and put one knee on the ground.

The huge screen in the cockpit hung behind the two of them like a canopy. Immersed in a layer of faint light cast by the sky, a figure is sitting and a figure is kneeling on one knee; the shadow of a hand falls on the head of the kneeling person.

"In the past two days, everyone will meet you in their dreams one after another."

Nuwa's voice was deeper than the night outside the boat.

"I can only provide the general outline of the dream. They are the masters of the dream. Since they are dreams, you naturally cannot expect them to be logically complete and coherent... they may not even have a beginning and an end. Only the questions and answers will vary from shape to shape. In dreams with different, intertwined fragments and blurry colors, they finally emerge in different ways.

"Even if you still remember everything at this moment, you will find that it is difficult for you to express what happened tonight in your dream. Because people cannot transcend time and warn their past selves, you have entered their past dreams, you It will be limited by their past consciousness. You can probably think of it as a law, like gravity.

"During this period, I will keep watching you. When I get the answer I want, the dream will end, and they will wake up one after another in the past two days, and then they will never remember what they dreamed about."

Nuwa paused and lowered her head.

"But... maybe someone will remember that they dreamed of you."

At that moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly remembered.

When Li Bao and Qing Jiuli were playing billiards, Yu Yuan suddenly woke up from his sleep and called her in a daze; he didn't see Lin Sanjiu and called her name at that time, it was just because he had dreamed of her just now. Yu Yuan said at that time that he couldn't remember what he dreamed about specifically, but he only remembered that it seemed important.

It turns out that at that time, the gears had already meshed and started rotating slowly.

"Wait...you haven't removed the time freeze yet, right?" she asked in a low voice. "If we delay for a long time, will Fusiro..."

"Since this moment is stuck by me and no longer flows, how can there be a difference in time?" Nuwa replied calmly.

In Lin Sanjiu's vague consciousness, she only remembered that the last words she heard were, "Are you ready?" - The next moment, Fu Xilao under the night sky, Exodus on the grass, the punishment and pain she was about to suffer , the world above the world...all were swept away by the world that turned into a torrent, washed away, and forgotten.

This feeling is very strange; she was obviously still scared and in pain just a second ago - but no matter how severe a person suffered, when she fell asleep from crying, she could still feel sweet and uneasy of relief.

Lin Sanjiu stood under the afternoon sun, and the distant warm wind shone into her eyes.

She turned her head, and Yu Yuan was already standing next to her.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Yu Yuan asked with a smile, showing white teeth that were almost like snow in the sun.

He was still young; Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and even the tattoos had not yet climbed onto his shoulders.

Even though no one told her, she somehow knew that she had just come to the place where Yu Yuan was born and raised to play with him; she was still Lin Sanjiu as an adult, and the two were still friends who had known each other for many years.

It makes no sense, she thought vaguely in her dream, but this is just a dream.

"This is your first time coming to Heishan Town," Yu Yuan said easily, "I'll take you for a walk."

In fact, several years ago, I thought that I would never write anything again after writing about the end of the world, because coding and writing is really a very mentally draining thing, and it is a kind of soul exhaustion. Seeing that the end is approaching, I find that I can't really let go, and I still want to write a new story; it's like a need. Perhaps my biggest passion in life is to tell a good story (let's take it as a goal). Is it useful? It doesn’t seem to be very useful, let alone have any literary value... I just like it and just want to do it, even if it is destined to be impossible to be welcomed by the mainstream market.