At first, she thought it was Wu Yiliu who followed the radio to find him.
Qiao Yuansi sat on the edge of the chair and listened with bated breath for a while; the door was open a crack, and the sound of footsteps on the corridor outside came in clearly. The sound of heels hitting the floor was loud and round, like
It was the sound of a pair of mid-heeled women's shoes - not the sound of a pair of shoes.
It must be some kind of evolver.
Qiao Yuansi sighed silently. She was very tired and fell down on the back of the chair, causing it to creak. The footsteps outside suddenly stopped. She simply rested her head on the back of the chair.
Relax your shoulders, close your eyes and shout: "Are you looking for me? Here."
...Soon, the door was pushed open.
Qiao Yuansi waited for a few seconds and no one spoke before opening his eyes.
There was a young girl standing at the door. She looked so young that she was in a trance. Sometimes, if she didn't look in the mirror, she would see herself in her heart plump and fresh. Only when she walked past the window, she would occasionally glance at her.
The glimpse of the reflection on the glass would give her a fright, as if she had just discovered that her entire life had been stolen from her, and that she suddenly grew old.
She was still sitting in the chair and said, "Is it Myron?"
The girl tilted her head, looking a little surprised, but did not deny it.
"That boy Yaichi Liu described you to me. We were locked in an iron prison for a whole day, and we had plenty of time to talk." Qiao Yuanji smiled slightly and said, "I am old, and I have experienced such a tense few days.
I'm too tired now. If you don't mind, no matter what you plan to do to me next, just let me sit."
Mailon seemed not to have expected her reaction to be so bland. He bit his plump lips and thought for a moment before asking, "Did Wu Yiliu suspect me a long time ago?"
"That's not true, he quite likes you." Qiao Yuansi said, thinking of that child.
He was smart and upright enough, but she was worried about him. She always felt that there seemed to be a huge tragedy or disaster hidden somewhere in Yayanagi's future life, and its root cause was probably rooted in Yayanagi.
Me. How many people in the world can judge the situation and make up their minds, then risk their lives without hesitation and single-handedly push the world they were born and raised into into doom?
As rare as this trait is, it's also dangerous - especially for Yachiyanagi himself.
Mailon coughed, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I'm not a ruthless person," she said. "I have arranged a plan, and I can't let you destroy it right away. I won't hurt you, but I will inevitably have to wrong you for a while."
Now it was Qiao Yuanji's turn to be a little surprised.
In those days thirty-six years ago, she had heard many doomsday stories, and no matter what the content was, they always had a cruel undertone; so she always felt that as long as she was discovered by the evolutionaries, she would immediately
She would have been killed - now not only had she saved her life, but Myron was even a bit polite when he spoke to her; when she walked out of the door at Myron's signal, she couldn't believe it.
"I just don't quite understand how you know his name." As she walked into the empty hall, Qiao Yuansi spoke up - she found that her voice was a little hoarse when she said this. "Most people, maybe not.
Will believe my story."
Listening to her own voice, she sighed inwardly: Thirty-six years later, since the world was reset, this was the first time that she was as nervous and uneasy as a little girl, even though she was already an old lady.
"I am relatively insecure." Mailon said softly, "In the society of evolved people, the things that can best ensure your sense of security are force and special items. Just like in ordinary human society
, if you have power and money, then you will definitely not be insecure, the same reason. How big the gap between the rich and the poor in your world is, how big the gap between the possession of special items among evolved people is. So I am very concerned about collecting special items.
I am very persistent when it comes to items, maybe everyone is.
"Among my belongings, there is a very interesting little thing called [Randomly Appearing Related Words]. When a person is explaining something, it can associate it with what the person thinks of but does not say out loud.
I picked a few short vocabulary sentences at random and showed them to me. It sounds useful, but in fact, even if you know some things, you don’t know what they mean. For example, when Ichiliu was talking, I received several inexplicable related words.
and short sentences, 'teacup', 'logic', 'window glass is too clean'...with one exception."
She paused and said, "When I heard 'Sakura River', I guessed whose name it was in that story."
Qiao Yuanji always felt that his life was like a long dream, but now it was confirmed that it must be a long dream. Otherwise, why would just three words uttered from someone else's mouth wash away all the colors of the world around him?
In the whiteness of her mind, she stood in a daze, not knowing when she stopped.
In the past thirty-six years, Qiao Yuansi has always had some kind of vague fear in her heart. She is the only person in the world who has seen Yingshui An and knows the existence of Ying Shui An. It is possible that everything was a dream for her.
A fantasy in her youth, a story that even she believed in - now that she heard that name from Mailon's mouth, she felt as if the existence of Ying Shui'an had been confirmed, and she had a slight sense of reality.
Although she also understood that, in essence, Myron was just like Uichi Liu, just repeating a name that flowed out from her.
She slowed down for a few seconds before taking another step.
The fake copy situation may be quite urgent now, but Mailon is quite gentle to her, neither urging her nor taking action - after thinking about it, Qiao Yuansi doesn't know how he, an ordinary person, deserves her favor.
"Are you so polite to all ordinary people?" Qiao Yuansi asked calmly.
"Ah," Myron looked a little embarrassed, "No... of course not."
She lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to say the next words.
"Maybe...maybe I am a romantic at heart. After hearing your story, I kept it in my mind and couldn't forget it for several days. Later I couldn't help but ask about this person."
Qiao Yuansi froze.
"and you……"
Myron looked back at her.
"No, I didn't find out anything."
This is natural, right? There are thousands of people in the apocalyptic world, and you have to find just one person——
"Although the doomsday world is endless, from the description, he is a very powerful and unforgettable person. He should at least have traces in the twelve realms." Mailon said in a low voice.
Yes - he told himself clearly that he has been to the Twelve Realms and can be considered a frequent visitor.
Qiao Yuansi stood blankly, feeling that he was undergoing a trial for which he didn't even know the crime.
"But my information channels all said that I have never heard of this person. In the past ten years, it seems that he has not even been to the Twelve Realms once." Mailon seemed to want to smile, but his expression looked more...
He became serious. "Maybe I didn't ask enough...but I'm not going to ask any more."
By this time, the two of them had already walked to the open door. Qiao Yuansi watched Mailon go out, looked at the stone tile floor and green trees outside, and felt that he was about to follow him out, but suddenly in the next step
Seconds later, he suddenly stopped and said, "I'm not leaving."
Myron turned his head, not surprised.
"Thank you, but I'm not leaving." Qiao Yuansi whispered, "I don't want to go anywhere now, I just want to stay here."
Myron nodded slowly.
A small cry suddenly sounded from somewhere on Myron's body. She slapped something on her ear - it seemed to be for communication. The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to be under great pressure.
, a raised voice sounded faintly through the small communicator for a while. Mailon responded with a few words, but Qiao Yuansi didn't hear a word of what he said; only when Mailong hung up the communication, he saw
Then she asked: "Shouldn't I tell you?" Then she heard it.
She seemed to suddenly wake up, smiled softly, and said, "No, it shouldn't be. To me, there is really... no difference at all."
She was seventy years old and he had never seen her.
There is really no difference.
However, Qiao Yuansi thought, it would be great if he could continue to live well somewhere at this time.
Myron came closer and looked at her carefully.
"There has been a big change in the dungeon center. I must leave now without any further delay." She said, "Either you leave with me, or -"
Qiao Yuansi had already shaken his head several times.
Mellon probably expected this reaction and emphasized: "You know, I can't let you go like this. I don't know what will happen next."
Qiao Yuansi smiled at her.
She is forcing Myron, and she knows it; the other party has no intention of harming her, but as an evolutionist, Myron must be familiar with this matter and will not resist it. Now Myron has no time to continue to pester, the fastest way to solve the problem is
, there is always only one.
Unexpectedly, Mailon sighed and took out a small box from somewhere. Qiao Yuansi took a closer look and found that it was a small matchbox - she had not seen this kind of box for several years.
A traditional matchbox.
"Listen, I know this is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but I don't have time. I will only say it once. In the end, it is your decision whether to use it or not." Mailon raised the matchbox and emphasized his tone.
Said. "The name of this thing is called [Story Falling on Paper]."
【Story falling on paper】
If you were willing to live in another story at the cost of giving up your own life, would you? You can tell a story of your own, or you can choose a story of someone else. You can click on the time span of the story no matter how long it is.
How long does the plot last? When the story ends, you no longer exist in this world, but the end of your life is a story chosen by you.
How to use: Use a match to ignite a person. The person will burn like a paper figure and will not feel pain. The process of being slowly burned into paper ashes is also the time for the person to tell the story from beginning to end in their heart.
How it works: Just like burning paper money, the paper money and paper figures that are burned to ashes will be "transferred" to another time and space - but one is the underworld and the other is a story.
Note: If the story you choose has already been written on paper, for example, if the person chooses one of Grimm's Fairy Tales, it can be transferred to it immediately and the fairy tale can be lived out immediately.
If the story chosen by the parties concerned has not been written down on paper, then somewhere in the world, a book will appear and record it. The next procedure is the same.
...Qiao Yuanji understood.
When her story was written down, it was also the time when she and Sakuramizugan met again.
