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Chapter 113 Untimely Loneliness

An anonymous post suddenly appeared in the Ocean Research Institute's campus forum.

He said that monsters were about to invade the school and asked everyone to evacuate the campus before July 14th.

The number of clicks is not high, because this kind of post feels like a prank and clickbait.

What kind of monster? Some time ago, after those giant sea monsters appeared, doomsday conspiracy theories often appeared on the Internet. At first, everyone would discuss them excitedly, but after watching more, they became a little numb.

Moreover, this prediction-like statement makes the scientific school who believe in quantum mechanics and relativity despise - even if the two theories they believe in are inherently contradictory.

The posts were not covered with many layers, and the heat went down quickly, as if a pebble was thrown into the lake without causing any splash.

At the Tower of Babel, a hundred kilometers away, Tang Rou took her mobile phone and sent several messages one after another. The administrator regarded her as malicious trolling and banned her. She was speechless and choked for a moment.

Just when her face was paralyzed and irritable, her vision went dark and she fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the long-haired young man whose face could not be seen clearly.

Tang Rou, "..."

Your mother! Why did you bring me in at this time! I am saving the flowers of the Commonwealth!

The young man had been watching her reaction quietly, like observing a stray cat with fried fur on the street.

After Tang Rou digested this silent madness, she naturally held her hand and walked on the street. Only then did Tang Rou realize that she was in a city.

Of course, it is a city that has become very strange and filled with all kinds of unknown objects.

She shook her hands desperately and started to fret again. This man was surprisingly familiar and grabbed her hand as soon as he came up.

Could her slender fingers be easily grabbed by a nasty man? Tang Rou was loud in her heart and as quiet as a chicken on her face.

Those five fingers looked pale and slender, but they restrained her like steel and iron bones, and they remained motionless no matter how hard she struggled.

"arrive."

He stood still and murmured softly, "I drank wine last time and found it unpleasant, but I always wanted to try it again."

Tang Rou finally calmed down again.

She didn't expect that after such a long time, she would be dragged into the hot pot restaurant where the pot was covered with tendrils. The young man skillfully took a bottle of wine from the shelf, and then took two glasses, the bottle and

The cup took on a new look the moment he touched it.

I visited this store last time during a sorority party.

Tang Rou looked down at the cup, feeling a little depressed, so just drink.

Being drunk in a dream is such a novel experience.

The young man took a sip and frowned, "It tastes terrible."

Then you still drink!

He said calmly, "You're scolding me."

Tang Rou, "..."

How does he know?

She raised her head and drank all the wine in the cup. The spicy taste entered her throat and her stomach was burning.

The young man was looking at her with curious eyes, watching Tang Rou, who was still resisting at first, finish drinking a glass and then grab the bottle and pour it into the cup.

But the wine bottle that looked good in the young man's hands turned into a pile of sticky and disgusting asphalt in Tang Rou's hands.

Tang Rou's face was full of horror. The young man stretched out a finger in an understated manner and tapped her wine glass. The mucus inside suddenly turned into a clear and mellow wine.

She looked at him in shock and asked, "Can I still drink this?"

He tilted his neck and drank the wine in his hand, showing the empty glass to her.

Tang Rou and the long-haired lunatic were sitting across from each other, drinking cup after cup, like two sad people who were drunk.

After drinking two bottles in a row, she finally remembered and asked, "Why do you always come to my dreams?"

He corrected, "I pulled you into my world in the dream."

"You didn't say that we would meet soon." Tang Rou was puzzled, "It would be nice to wait until we meet in the future. Why are you depriving me of the pleasure of sleeping and dreaming normally."

The young man held the wine glass, his pale fingers like jade soaked in ice springs.

After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes changing, and his expression was unpredictable.

"Actually, I only met you once."

She only saw her once and pulled her over again and again. Tang Rou narrowed her eyes, reasonably suspecting that the other party was having a secret crush.

The young man has strange eyes.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and turned his wrist towards the sky. In an instant, a huge hole slowly melted and split in the middle of the ceiling.

The dazzling stars flowed in front of my eyes, like diamonds on dark blue velvet.

He said, "Come watch the stars with me."

Stargazing again.

Tang Rou looked over and saw only his slanted long hair.

She could always see untimely loneliness in the person in her dream.

But the starry sky here is really beautiful, and although the world is weird, the air is exceptionally fresh.

Tang Rou looked up and saw the luminous billboard hanging on the corridor next to it, half covered by mucus. Most of the bottom was covered with blue-gray goo, and the word "Hope" was vaguely exposed.

Tang Rou looked at the people on the billboard, and they became more and more familiar. She felt as if she was caught off guard and looked in the mirror on the street, but couldn't recognize the person in the mirror at first sight.

She reacted for a long time before asking blankly, "That's... me?"

The woman on the billboard is wearing a silver-white uniform, with long, silky black hair hanging on her shoulders, fair cheeks, a gentle smile, but her eyes are dull.

Like, but different.

Tang Rou's scalp felt numb for no reason. Are there really people in the world who are so similar?

"That's not you."

His voice was filled with an unspeakable chill, like cold air flowing from the ground and tearing up the abyss.

"That's you, a clone of your own kind."

Tang Rou was stunned.

Clone her?

The young man turned around, seeing all kinds of hazy mist, and his eyes had a deep meaning that she couldn't understand.

"It was a humanoid weapon they made with their own hands and was dubbed the 'Savior' to control us."

Human beings in the future will eventually realize that in the face of absolute power, the only thing that can possibly restrain those terrible alien beings is something as ethereal as "emotion".

Love, hate, sorrow and joy, anger, ignorance and greed are so strange and terrifying to the creatures from another world.

Tang Rou didn't understand, but she felt suffocated and her hands and feet were cold.

The long-haired young man whose face could not be seen clearly seemed to be very awake all the time, but he spoke less and less and looked directly at her.

Tang Rou became more and more nervous as he looked at her.

But he suddenly lowered his head and lay on the table, unconscious.

The world also began to collapse.

Tang Rou was shocked, "You must be drunk, right?"

She raised her hand to push the other person. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could feel an unnatural flush on his skin. He squinted at her through the gap between his hair and slowly said "Yeah" from the nasal cavity.

"Sounded.

"..." It's really against the rules. This lunatic can't even drink.

This lunatic spent 99% of the time awake telling her things she couldn't understand, and then was drunk and unconscious during the most critical 1% of the time. How could it still be like this?

Half the story, arsenic mixed with rice!

Tang Rou fell asleep in a bad mood and woke up in a bad temper. The moment she opened her eyes, she was still exuding murderous aura.

Immediately afterwards, a dizzying hangover came over her, and Tang Rou's feet gave out and she fell back.

Aslan pinched his nose and moved to the side, and asked sleepily, "Why do you smell like alcohol? Did you drink fake alcohol in the middle of the night?"

Tang Rou was also suffocated.

Why does drinking in a dream make you drunk in real life? Is this reasonable?


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