Doomsday Wonderland

When the shadow of the bald man came, Lin San’s eyelashes had not yet had time to complete a tremor, and she had already been shrouded in the effects of special items.

Between the light and the light, everything in the world seems to suddenly slow down; the water waves slowly and slowly rise, and after a long time, they started to spray the waves little by little. Even the speed of the formation of the waves is so slow and slow, as if to wait for endless hours, to see it gradually white and jump.

On the river in front of him, only the figure of a bald man was missing.

[Human imaginary image series] No. 2 [Does time really exist? And the inference from this issue. 】

This item belongs to the special item "Human Conception", number 02. There are five pieces in this series, and the names are different. There is no surprise after all the collections.

Does time really exist?

13 billion years ago, the universe was born from the big bang; 3.8 billion years ago, there was a creature on earth; 70,000 years ago, a creature called a wise man walked on the surface of the earth for the first time. . Before the emergence of Homo sapiens, it is true that the atoms are still separated and the cells are still dead, and the tides are still rising and falling... But only after the Homo sapiens, the concept of "time" has emerged. From this point of view, it is only one of the virtual ideas of human beings; time does not exist, it is created and described by human beings, measuring and describing changes in itself and the outside world.

If a thing is eternal, can we still say that it also has the concept of time?

In the same way, the "back in time" involved in all the novels is not the time, but the development of things, because time does not exist.

Because it is just a concept of human beings, it is especially easy to mess up.

This product can just disturb the human perception of the changes and development of external things, and will make the target (at most one only) appear random confusion and confusion, which is reflected as "cannot grasp the time".

"He--man---"

Lin Sanjiu slowly opened his mouth and spit it out in a word by a slow line that she did not realize. She might have thought that her tone was urgent and quick, but whether it was swimming or not. The young man, still a white fat man, glanced at her with surprise and suspiciousness, and realized that the woman was recruited.

However, they can't do anything -

Because once Lin Sanjiu was thrown into the chaos and could not be threatened, the bald man went to the young man swimming; on the other side, dozens of hundreds of white and white waves seemed to be excited at the same time. They rushed toward them in the loud sound of water.

In the perception of Lin Sanjiu, although the things around her suddenly slowed down, she herself was still at the same speed of action; she did not know how long this feeling lasted, and the things around her suddenly accelerated, but she herself Slowed down again - the self, the outside world, and the perception, all of them become several layers of different speeds, and they are mixed up in a chaotic manner; everything in front of them is so fast that it is too late to be prevented, as if a video was triple-forwarded. Everything in front of me became a twisted pattern.

She couldn't see where the bald man went, but it was a vague scream that he heard the white fat man.

His screams flashed past, and it sounded like a whisper in the long river of long time, not worth mentioning. Lin San wine floated in the water, swayed by the waves, empty and anxious, but nothing could be done - she seemed to be unable to control the speed of her own movements, in a hurry, a mess In perception, she sometimes looks like a sleepwalker, sometimes like a convulsion.

The bald man took his eyes off her and smiled at the young man swimming.

"I am sorry, I am innocent and innocent with you, but this game is not good." He whispered, then the arm pressed from the air: "Go on!"

Several waves immediately leaped high, and they shattered into numerous tiny drops of water in the air. They were dense and dense, and they covered the face of young and white fat people like fog.

As the owner got into a mess, the barriers of consciousness did not work; the mist quickly spread into their facial features and skin texture, and the two talents just blinked, and then they were suddenly invisible. Pressed into the water -

Even the exclamation did not come out, the young man swimming was drowned out, and the white fat man dipped in the water.

He struggled and stirred up the layers of white waves, and the blisters twitched on the water; however, no matter what the two of them did, the waves that hit them were deeper and deeper.

As soon as the two touched the bottom of the river, the bald man could get out of the game.

Seeing that the blisters on the river were getting smaller and smaller, the bald man snorted softly, rubbing the water on his face and turned to Lin Sanjiu – he intended to leave her aside, not because To be merciful to her, but to remember the special items on her.

Lin Sanjiu is still trapped in cognitive confusion at this time: in her eyes, she finally glimpsed the bald man and swam toward herself in a slow-motion manner; only when he waved his hand, several waves from When the water jumped up, she finally raised her hand slowly and called out: "Put - pass - he -"

The bald man can continue to listen without patience.

Looking at the time on the far side of the river, the water wave was gradually approaching in this direction, the bald man whistled, and the waves immediately rushed to Lin Sanjiu.

Only this time they did not turn into water mist and got into her body. The sprayers held hands and connected themselves into a water ring. They shouted the body of Lin Sanjiu. In her mind, she clearly had ample time to react, but she was In the blink of an eye, I have lost my ability to act.

The water ring is connected to the river, and she is heavily pressed against her like a water wall, making it impossible to move. Even if Lin Sanjiu wants to make an action, his hands and feet are affected by cognitive confusion, and even the speed can't be coordinated. She blinks at the bald man and grabs herself. She grabs the leash and immediately "哗啦", broke through the river and rose into the air, rising to the top of the stone column.

The cold wind in midair was tied like a knife on the body of Lin Sanji, so that she could not help but tremble, and a low-pitched voice came out of her throat.

The bald man glanced at her and hugged her hand like a steel ring on her arm, causing her bones to hurt.

Lin Sanjiu’s perception of things around him is getting more and more weird. Even every eye that looks out and sees everything is in a separate time flow. Another cold wind blows her forehead. The water drops, the ice buds fell on her, and she was still shaking, and she vaguely said something; barely looked up, it seemed to be pressed by the white mist at the top of the stone pillar below, it was only within easy reach. It’s gone.

When the two men were finally put on the countertop by the rope at the top of the tower, the bald man's hand was loose, and the still-packed Lin Sanjiu was thrown on the stone platform. He gasped for a few breaths and stepped up to a metal pole standing in the center of Shitai. The metal rod was also covered with pulleys and ropes. As the bald man stepped, the sand was closed.

"What?" The bald man suddenly stopped, as if he had heard something, frowned and turned his head.

I don’t know what to say about Lin Sanjiu on the stone platform. Her current voice is not only audible, but even the rhythm is very uncomfortable: often the first few words seem to be biting their tongues. The last few words suddenly slowed down, and there was no law at all, which made her words sound like a child's proverb.

"You have been squatting for a few times," the bald brow smiled, untied the rope, and squatted in front of her: "What do you say, I will not let go -"

"You, you have heard of it--" Lin Sanshui suddenly burst into a half-sentence, and then slowly swallowed: "Three ... hundred ... road ...?"