The clouds are low, as if the sky is about to collapse.
The turbulent waves combined with the storm pushed against the steep rocky coast.
Between the water and the gravel, dark and sticky figures are slowly crawling towards the shore, crawling, with their legs upright like humans, as if they are learning to walk.
Their destination is the city. With every step they take, their bodies evaporate a little, and their movements become more and more like humans.
Tang Rou saw it, because she was sitting on the rocks by the sea at the moment, watching with her own eyes the figures walking towards the city that lost its lights.
There was someone sitting next to her.
Two long legs hang down from the dark and moist reef. The ankles are slender and boney, with protruding muscles and bones, and the skin is very white.
He was as lazy as a cat basking in the sun, with his upper body propped up on his elbows and his eyes slightly squinted.
It's a pity that this cat-like man is not basking in the sun, but the pair of glowing silver eyes above his head.
Tang Rou raised her head and glanced at the sky, then quickly lowered her head, her whole body was not feeling well.
This is a very strange world. The second time she came, it felt very real. She could clearly feel the moist sea breeze blowing on her face, smell the fresh and slightly salty smell on the tip of her nose, and the person sitting under her.
Rough rocks.
And the living, cold mysterious man next to me.
He watched with great interest those dense black shadows crawling out of the sea and heading towards the city, just like admiring the blooming roses in his own back garden.
The wind blew his hair up, like seaweed or feathers, falling on Tang Rou's face, which made her feel a little itchy.
She raised her hand to push the hair away from her face, but when the wind blew, her face was blurred again.
The mysterious man next to her withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at the sea, and started looking at her instead.
Tang Rou pulled the hair off her face again, but the next second it was blown by the wind again.
She became more and more irritable, and the wind became stronger and stronger, as if provoking her.
Then, Tang Rou suddenly lowered her hands and stopped moving, letting his hair cover her face.
If you can't figure it out, give up.
The person next to her stared at her for a while, raised her hand, and the arrogant sea breeze stopped.
"..." So the wind just now couldn't have been caused by this person, right?
Tang Rou pulled the hair off her face, and the people next to her were staring at her.
If I read it correctly, he was even smiling.
What kind of semen is this? Tang Rou really wanted to ask him loudly, "Is it funny?"
But after holding it back, she expressionlessly moved her gaze back to the sea.
If you can't deal with it, this kind of person will become more and more angry the more you deal with it, so the best way is to deal with it coldly.
Sure enough, after Tang Rou looked away with a paralyzed look on her face, that person also slowly looked away. The cold war is indeed the best way to protest.
Tang Rou breathed a sigh of relief.
Those shadows moved slowly, as if they were not used to walking on two legs. Their bodies were made of thick black liquid, which gave Tang Rou the feeling of a virus invasion. Every time she took a step, a sticky substance formed on the soles of her feet and on the ground.
The black wire drawing is constantly pulling and disconnecting.
The man next to me looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed in a certain direction like a toy and said, "Look."
Tang Rou took another breath.
In the distance, a black figure broke away from the crowd and walked towards a bench next to the tree on the coastal road. There was a sleeping man lying on it, without a shirt on, with his hand halfway between his belly and trousers, and a few beers thrown next to him.
bottle.
Like a drunken bum late at night.
Tang Rou suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart.
The black shadow came closer, bent down, and put his face close to his face, observing the sleeping homeless man closely. If the homeless man opened his eyes at this time, he might be frightened and sober up.
It's a pity that there is no such opportunity.
The dark shadow's sticky brain stretched out thin threads as sharp as tentacles, which penetrated the homeless man's brain like a mosquito's piercing and sucking mouthparts.
Like a ferocious and bloodthirsty vine, as its tentacles retracted and retracted, the homeless man turned into a shriveled skeleton.
"..." Your mother, he smiled so sweetly just to show her this?!
The black figure gradually turned into the appearance of a homeless man, and continued walking towards the city with blank and empty eyes.
The people next to her looked back at her reaction and asked sincerely, "Isn't it interesting?"
Tang Rou couldn't help but cover her mouth and retched sincerely before answering.
The man started staring at her again.
Tang Rou felt terrified and couldn't help but ask, "Are these true?"
"This is the real world."
Tang Rou asked again, "Did you do this?"
"It was not directly caused by me."
Okay, got it.
The scene in this dream was indirectly caused by him.
Tang Rou was still looking forward with a paralyzed face, looking for clues in this absurd dream.
She realized something again.
The tsunami stopped.
In this time and space, the tsunami has ended, but in her real life, the tsunami is still hitting the city.
This shows that what is happening in front of us has probably not happened yet.
Is this the future?
The sight of the people around her was so intense that Tang Rou couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to, so she simply asked him some questions, "Why can these things come ashore?"
His eyes became sad for no reason, but he still answered her, "Because it's raining."
Because it rained heavily, it was moist enough to allow those creatures to freely enter and exit the ocean and land.
So that’s it.
Tang Rou asked again, "Why did that thing eat the homeless man just now?"
"Because it wants to go somewhere dry."
By eating humans and merging with humans, you can remove the restrictions of water and humidity, blend into the crowd, and go to dry places.
What a terrible creature...
"Is there anything else they can eat?"
"All organisms that use carbon as the basis of organic matter can do it."
Tang Rou's back felt cold.
He held his chin and looked at her, as if waiting for her next question.
But Tang Rou has already finished asking.
He got closer, his cold, unclear eyes lingering on her face, and his tone was strange, "Don't you have any questions about me?"
"..." Ah this.
He looked looking forward to it.
Tang Rou was a little embarrassed and racked her brains to come up with an answer, "Are we acquaintances? Why do I think you are so familiar to me?"
He finally showed a smile, "Strictly speaking, I haven't seen it, because I am still in a deep sleep state."
Tang Rou didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.
He smiled and waited for Tang Rou to continue asking. Unexpectedly, there was nothing more to say. The smile at the corner of his mouth froze for a moment, and he quickly explained himself calmly,
"But you've seen me in the past."
"What about the past? Aren't the you now and the you in the past the same person?"
He shook his head and said the same sentence again, "In your time and space, I am still sleeping."
Tang Rou couldn't figure out his somewhat philosophical question and looked into the distance, "Then why are you doing this?"
If these are the real future, then the cities around the Tower of Babel will be invaded by these strange black slimy figures.
He suddenly sighed, "These... are obviously all done by you."
Who did it?
Who does "you" refer to?
"Here we come." He looked into the distance and suddenly said something.
Tang Rou was confused and looked along his line of sight, and saw a series of glowing dots from far to near in the dark sky.
Was it a shooting star? She felt it was a bit dazzling.
An ethereal and beautiful voice sounded in my ears, with bloodthirsty pleasure, "Open your eyes and appreciate them."