Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2425 Memory Tide

See you again?

who?

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

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

Why?

"I wasn't 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 he do it? For what reason? Is he in the Karma Museum? Do you want to bring him here?"

Nuwa 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 about the history of entanglements 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 and interrogate each other. Sincerely...it makes no sense to me."

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

That's right, for Nuwa, who has long since abandoned her human identity, 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 like this, the other party would probably not even blink an eye.

"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? Figure out some way to save him."

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

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

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 the shape of the dream. , what you enter will be a dream that arises naturally from him, 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 that as soon as that "yes" was heard, the world suddenly sank.

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 there before, some 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 has not yet seen the owner of the dream, but she can faintly feel through him that he is The curtains on the bed next to her were drooped and the bedding was messy. One shoulder was already sore from not changing positions for so long.

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

Lin Sanjiu stood blankly for a while, feeling that it was funny that she had made a mistake. She didn't even 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-pitched voice, and three distant and cold words that seemed uncertain, almost made her scream - as if she was a victim who had lost her footing and fell into the abyss, suffering. When she was on the verge of death, she finally heard someone calling her from the cliff. Someone finally came to find her.

But she is obviously the one who has forgotten everything and shouldn't have emotions.

It's me, Lin Sanjiu, standing in the dark water, trying to scream with all my strength, 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 here."

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... 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 stuff"? 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 it seemed that as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had been resisting and not letting Lin Sanjiu come closer, she was standing right next to him after all. In her 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 it seemed that as soon as these three words were spoken, the owner of the dream was suddenly startled - although he had been resisting and not letting Lin Sanjiu come closer, she was standing right next to him after all. In her 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 it seemed to be a square - she seemed to have been here.

…When did you come here? What is this place?

Where the gray sky and earth meet, in the time when the wind is sinking and dying, sits a figure in black. 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 wasn't in a dream, he would probably be shaking violently.

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

That—that mad dog that everyone in the Twelve Realms 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.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could 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.

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

Lin Sanjiu slowly squatted down to the ground, his knees touching 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 sway and unable to control herself; when the turbulent tide receded, her hands were still empty. The tsunami was just an illusion, leaving nothing behind.

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

He didn't look up 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 it... my whole body hurts."

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

"That's 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 limbs scattered on the ground 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 bored that I want to kill you...or if I don't fall asleep, you won't come.

“If you don’t fall asleep, you won’t come.

“…I can’t give up, I can’t face it, I can’t stop looking at it.”

He stood at the intersection, and the surrounding area was no longer 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 for a moment, then finally turned around and made 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 strangled by someone's neck again, but then she realized that she was crying too much in her dream. , the nose has long been tightly blocked, and I can'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-I don't remember anything! I don't know where he is. If he dies-"

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

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

"Your [Flat World] is about to undergo a qualitative change." 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 we get closer to the end, 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...